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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Familiar Quotations, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Familiar Quotations
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: John Bartlett
+
+Release Date: September 23, 2005 [EBook #16732]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Chuck Greif and Pat Saumell
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Familiar Quotations
+
+A COLLECTION OF FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS.
+
+WITH
+
+COMPLETE INDICES OF AUTHORS AND SUBJECTS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+NEW YORK: HURST & COMPANY, PUBLISHERS.
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+The object of this work is to show, to some extent, the obligations our
+language owes to various authors for numerous phrases and familiar
+quotations which have become "household words."
+
+This Collection, originally made without any view of publication, has
+been considerably enlarged by additions from an English work on a
+similar plan, and is now sent forth with the hope that it may be found a
+convenient book of reference.
+
+Though perhaps imperfect in some respects, it is believed to possess the
+merit of accuracy, as the quotations have been taken from the original
+sources.
+
+Should this be favorably received, endeavors will be made to make it
+more worthy of the approbation of the public in a future edition.
+
+
+
+
+INDEX OF AUTHORS.
+
+Addison, Joseph
+Akenside, Mark
+Aldrich, James
+Austin, Mrs. Sarah
+Bacon, Francis
+Bailey, Philip James
+Barbauld, Mrs
+Barnfield, Richard
+Barrett, Eaton Stannard
+Basse, William
+Baxter, Richard
+Beattie, James
+Beaumont, Francis
+Berkeley, Bishop
+Blair, Robert
+Bolingbroke, Lord
+Booth, Barton
+Brown, Tom
+Brown, John
+Bryant, William Cullen
+Bunyan, John
+Burns, Robert
+Butler, Samuel
+Byrom, John
+Byron, Lord
+Campbell, Thomas
+Canning, George
+Carew, Thomas
+Carey, Henry
+Cervantes, Miguel de
+Charles II
+Churchill, Charles
+Cibber, Colley
+Coke, Lord
+Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
+Collins, William
+Colman, George
+Congreve, William
+Cotton, Nathaniel
+Cowley, Abraham
+Cowper, William
+Crabbe, George
+Cranch, Christopher P.
+Crashaw, Richard
+Defoe, Daniel
+Dekker, Thomas
+Denham, Sir John
+Doddridge, Philip
+Dodsley, Robert
+Donne, Dr. John
+Drake, Joseph Rodman
+Dryden, John
+Dyer, John
+Everett, David
+Franklin, Benjamin
+Fletcher, Andrew
+Fouché, Joseph
+Fuller, Thomas
+Garrick, David
+Gay, John
+Goldsmith, Oliver
+Grafton, Richard
+Gray, Thomas
+Green, Matthew
+Greene, Albert G.
+Greville, Fulke (Lord Brooke)
+Halleck, Fitz-Greene
+Herbert, George
+Herrick, Robert
+Hervey, Thomas K.
+Hill, Aaron
+Hobbes, Thomas
+Holy Scriptures
+Holmes, Oliver Wendell
+Home, John
+Hood, Thomas
+Hopkinson, Joseph
+Irving, Washington
+Johnson, Samuel
+Jones, Sir William
+Jonson, Ben
+Keats, John
+Key, F.S.
+Kempis, Thomas à
+Lamb, Charles
+Langhorn, John
+Lee, Nathaniel
+L'Estrange, Roger
+Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
+Lowell, James Russell
+Lovelace, Sir Richard
+Lyttelton, Lord
+Lytton, Edward Bulwer
+Macaulay, Thomas Babington
+Marlowe, Christopher
+Mickle, William Julius
+Milnes, Richard Monckton
+Milton, John,
+Montague, Lady Mary Wortley
+Montrose, Marquis of
+Moore, Edward
+Moore, Thomas
+Morris, Charles
+Morton, Thomas
+Moss, Thomas
+Norris, John
+Otway, Thomas
+Paine, Thomas
+Palafox, Don Joseph
+Parnell, Thomas
+Percy, Thomas
+Philips, John
+Pollok, Robert
+Pope, Alexander
+Porteus, Beilby
+Prior, Matthew
+Proctor, Bryan Walter
+Quarles, Francis
+Rabelais, Francis
+Raleigh, Sir Walter
+Randolph, John
+Rochefoucauld, Duc de
+Rochester, Earl of
+Rogers, Samuel
+Roscommon, Earl of
+Rowe, Nicholas
+Savage, Richard
+Scott, Sir Walter
+Sewall, Jonathan M.
+Sewell, Dr. George
+Shakespeare, William
+Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire
+Shenstone, William
+Sheridan, Richard Brinsley
+Shirley, James
+Sidney, Sir Philip
+Smollett, Tobias
+Southern, Thomas
+Southey, Robert
+Spencer, William R.
+Spenser, Edmund
+Sprague, Charles
+Steers, Miss Fanny
+Sterne, Laurence
+Suckling, Sir John
+Swift, Jonathan
+Sylvester, Joshua
+Taylor, Henry
+Tennyson, Alfred
+Tertullian
+Theobald, Louis
+Thomson, James
+Thrale, Mrs
+Tickell, Thomas
+Trumbull, John
+Tuke, Sir Samuel
+Tusser, Thomas
+Uhland, John Louis
+Walcott John (Peter Pindar)
+Waller, Edmund
+Warburton, Thomas
+Watts, Isaac
+Wither, George
+Wolfe, Charles
+Woodsworth, Samuel
+Wordsworth, William
+Wotton, Sir Henry
+Young, Edward
+
+
+
+
+A COLLECTION OF FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+HOLY SCRIPTURES.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+OLD TESTAMENT.
+
+
+Genesis ii. 18.
+
+It is not good that the man should be alone
+
+
+Genesis iii. 19.
+
+For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
+
+
+Genesis iv. 9.
+
+Am I my brother's keeper?
+
+
+Genesis iv. 13.
+
+My punishment is greater than I can bear
+
+
+Genesis ix. 6.
+
+Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed.
+
+
+Genesis xvi. 12.
+
+His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him.
+
+
+
+Genesis xlii. 38.
+
+Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
+
+
+Genesis xlix. 4.
+
+Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel.
+
+
+Deuteronomy xix. 21.
+
+Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.
+
+
+Deuteronomy xxxii. 10.
+
+He kept him as the apple of his eye.
+
+
+Judges xvi. 9.
+
+The Philistines be upon thee, Samson.
+
+
+Ruth i. 16.
+
+For whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge:
+thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.
+
+
+Samuel xiii. 14.
+
+A man after his own heart.
+
+
+Samuel i. 20.
+
+Tell it not in Gath; publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon
+
+
+Samuel i. 23.
+
+Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their
+death they were not divided.
+
+
+Samuel i. 25.
+
+How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle!
+
+
+Samuel i. 26.
+
+Very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful,
+passing the love of women.
+
+
+Samuel xii. 7.
+
+And Nathan said to David, Thou art the man.
+
+
+Kings ix, 7.
+
+A proverb and a by-word among all people,
+
+
+Kings xviii. 21.
+
+How long halt ye between two opinions?
+
+
+Kings xviii. 44.
+
+Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
+
+
+Kings xix. 12.
+
+A still, small voice.
+
+
+Kings xx. 11.
+
+Let not him that girdeth on his harness boast himself as he that putteth
+it off.
+
+
+Kings iv. 40.
+
+There is death in the pot.
+
+
+Job i. 21.
+
+The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the
+Lord.
+
+
+Job iii. 17.
+
+There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest.
+
+
+Job v. 7.
+
+Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
+
+
+Job xvi. 2.
+
+Miserable comforters are ye all.
+
+
+Job xix. 25.
+
+I know that my Redeemer liveth.
+
+
+Job xxviii. 18.
+
+The price of wisdom is above-rubies.
+
+
+Job xxix. 15.
+
+I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.
+
+
+Job xxxi. 35.
+
+That mine adversary had written a book.
+
+
+Job xxxviii. 11.
+
+Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves
+be stayed.
+
+
+Psalm xvi. 6.
+
+The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places.
+
+
+Psalm xviii. 10.
+
+Yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
+
+
+Psalm xxiii. 2.
+
+He maketh me to lie down in green pastures he leadeth me beside the
+still waters.
+
+
+Psalm xxiii. 4.
+
+Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
+
+
+Psalm xxxvii. 25.
+
+I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous
+forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
+
+
+Psalm xxxvii. 35.
+
+Spreading himself like a green bay tree.
+
+
+Psalm xxxvii. 37.
+
+Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright.
+
+
+Psalm xxxix. 3.
+
+While I was musing the fire burned.
+
+
+Psalm xlv. 1.
+
+My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
+
+
+Psalm lv. 6.
+
+Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
+
+
+Psalm lxxii. 9.
+
+His enemies shall lick the dust.
+
+
+Psalm lxxxv. 10.
+
+Mercy and truth are met together: righteousness and peace have kissed
+each other.
+
+
+
+Psalm xc. 9.
+
+We spend our years as a tale that is told.
+
+
+Psalm cvii. 27.
+
+They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their
+wit's end.
+
+
+Psalm cxxvii. 2.
+
+He giveth his beloved sleep.
+
+
+Psalm cxxxiii. 1.
+
+Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together
+in unity!
+
+
+Psalm cxxxvii. 5.
+
+If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
+
+
+Psalm cxxxvii. 2.
+
+We hanged our harps on the willows.
+
+
+Psalm cxxxix. 14.
+
+For I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
+
+
+Proverbs iii. 17.
+
+Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.
+
+
+Proverbs xi. 14.
+
+In the multitude of counsellors there is safety.
+
+
+Proverbs xiii. 12.
+
+Hope deferred maksth the heart sick.
+
+
+Proverbs xiv. 9.
+
+Fools make a mock at sin.
+
+
+Proverbs xiv. 10.
+
+The heart knoweth his own bitterness.
+
+
+Proverbs xiv. 34.
+
+Righteousness exalteth a nation.
+
+
+Proverbs xv. 1.
+
+A soft answer turneth away wrath.
+
+
+Proverbs xv. 17.
+
+Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred
+therewith.
+
+
+Proverbs xvi. 18.
+
+Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.
+
+
+Proverbs xvi. 31.
+
+The hoary head is a crown of glory.
+
+
+Proverbs xviii. 14.
+
+A wounded spirit who can bear?
+
+
+Proverbs xxii. 6.
+
+Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not
+depart from it.
+
+
+Proverbs xxiii. 5.
+
+For riches certainly make themselves wings.
+
+
+Proverbs xxiv. 33.
+
+Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to
+sleep.
+
+Proverbs xxv. 22.
+
+For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head.
+
+
+Proverbs xxvi. 13.
+
+There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.
+
+
+Proverbs xxvii. 1.
+
+Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may
+bring forth.
+
+
+Proverbs xxviii. 1.
+
+The wicked flee when no man pursueth.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes i. 9.
+
+There is no new thing under the sun.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes i. 14.
+
+All is vanity and vexation of spirit.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes v. 12.
+
+The sleep of a laboring man is sweet.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes vii. 2.
+
+It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of
+feasting.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes vii. 16.
+
+Be not righteous overmuch
+
+
+Ecclesiastes ix. 4.
+
+For a living dog is better than a dead lion,
+
+
+Ecclesiastes ix. 10.
+
+Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes ix. 11.
+
+The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xi. 1.
+
+Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 1.
+
+Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 5.
+
+And the grasshopper shall be a burden.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 5.
+
+Man goeth to his long home.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 6.
+
+Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the
+pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 7.
+
+Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall
+return unto God who gave it.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 8.
+
+Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher; all is vanity.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 12.
+
+Of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of
+the flesh.
+
+
+Isaiah xi. 6.
+
+The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down
+with the kid.
+
+
+Isaiah xxviii. 10.
+
+Precept upon precept; line upon line: here a little, and there a little.
+
+
+Isaiah xxxviii. 1.
+
+Set thine house in order.
+
+
+Isaiah xl. 6.
+
+All flesh is grass.
+
+
+Isaiah xl. 15.
+
+Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the
+small dust of the balance.
+
+
+Isaiah xlii. 3.
+
+A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not
+quench.
+
+
+Isaiah liii. 7.
+
+He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter.
+
+
+Isaiah lx. 22.
+
+A little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation.
+
+
+Isaiah lxi. 3.
+
+To give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the
+garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
+
+
+Isaiah lxiv. 6.
+
+We all do fade as a leaf.
+
+
+Jeremiah vii. 3.
+
+Amend your ways and your doings.
+
+
+Jeremiah viii. 22.
+
+Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there?
+
+
+Jeremiah xiii. 23.
+
+Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots?
+
+
+Ezekiel xviii. 2.
+
+The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on
+edge.
+
+
+Daniel v. 27.
+
+Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.
+
+
+Daniel vi. 12.
+
+The thing is true, according to the law of the Medes and Persians, which
+altereth not.
+
+
+Hosea viii. 7.
+
+For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.
+
+
+Micah iv. 3.
+
+And they shall beat their swords into plough-shares, and their spears
+into pruning-hooks.
+
+
+Micah iv. 4.
+
+But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree.
+
+
+Habakkuk ii. 2.
+
+Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that
+readeth it.
+
+
+Malachi iv. 2.
+
+But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with
+healing in his wings.
+
+
+Ecelesiasticus xiii. 1.
+
+He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.
+
+
+Ecelesiasticus xiii. 7.
+
+He will laugh thee to scorn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+COMMON PRAYER.
+
+Morning Prayer.
+
+We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we
+have done those things which we ought not to have done.
+
+
+
+Psalm cv. 18.
+
+The iron entered into his soul. Collect for the Second Sunday in Advent.
+Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.
+
+
+The Burial Service.
+
+In the midst of life we are in death. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
+dust to dust.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+NEW TESTAMENT.
+
+
+Matthew ii. 18.
+
+Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because
+they are not.
+
+
+Matthew iv. 4.
+
+Man shall not live by bread alone.
+
+
+Matthew v. 13.
+
+Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savor,
+wherewith shall it be salted?
+
+
+Matthew v. 14.
+
+Ye are the light of the world. A city set upon a hill cannot be hid.
+
+
+Matthew vi. 3.
+
+But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand
+doeth.
+
+
+Matthew vi. 21.
+
+Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
+
+
+Matthew vi. 24.
+
+Ye cannot serve God and Mammon.
+
+
+Matthew vi. 28.
+
+Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither
+do they spin.
+
+
+Matthew vi. 34.
+
+Take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow shall take
+thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil
+thereof.
+
+
+Matthew vii. 6.
+
+Neither cast ye your pearls before swine.
+
+
+Matthew vii. 7.
+
+Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it
+shall be opened unto you.
+
+
+Matthew viii. 20.
+
+The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son
+of Man hath not where to lay his head.
+
+
+Matthew ix. 37.
+
+The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few.
+
+
+Matthew x. 16.
+
+Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.
+
+
+Matthew x. 30.
+
+But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
+
+
+Matthew xii. 33.
+
+The tree is known by his fruit.
+
+
+Matthew xii. 34.
+
+Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.
+
+
+Matthew xiii. 57.
+
+A prophet is not without honor, save in his own country, and in his own
+house.
+
+
+Matthew xiv. 27.
+
+Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.
+
+
+Matthew xv. 14.
+
+And if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.
+
+
+Matthew xv. 27.
+
+Yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table.
+
+
+Matthew xvi. 23.
+
+Get thee behind me, Satan.
+
+
+Matthew xvi. 26.
+
+For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose
+his own soul?
+
+
+Matthew xvii. 4.
+
+It is good for us to be here.
+
+
+Matthew xix. 6.
+
+What therefore God hath joined together let not man put asunder.
+
+
+Matthew xix. 24.
+
+It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a
+rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.
+
+
+Matthew xx. 15.
+
+Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own?
+
+
+Matthew xxii. 14.
+
+For many are called, but few are chosen.
+
+
+Matthew xxiii. 24.
+
+Ye blind guides! which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel.
+
+
+Matthew xxiii. 27.
+
+For ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful
+outward, but are within full of dead men's bones.
+
+
+Matthew xxiv. 28.
+
+For wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered
+together.
+
+
+Matthew xxv. 29.
+
+Unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance:
+but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.
+
+
+Matthew xxvi. 41.
+
+Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is
+willing, but the flesh is weak.
+
+
+Mark iv. 9.
+
+He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.
+
+
+Mark v. 9.
+
+My name is Legion.
+
+
+Mark ix. 44.
+
+Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.
+
+
+Luke iii. 9.
+
+And now also the ax is laid unto the root of the trees.
+
+
+Luke iv. 23.
+
+Physician, heal thyself.
+
+
+Luke x. 37.
+
+Go, and do thou likewise.
+
+
+Luke x. 42.
+
+But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which
+shall not be taken away from her.
+
+
+Luke xi. 23.
+
+He that is not with me is against me.
+
+
+Luke xii. 19.
+
+And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many
+years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.
+
+
+Luke xii. 35.
+
+Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning.
+
+
+Luke xvi. 8.
+
+For the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the
+children of light.
+
+
+Luke xvii. 2.
+
+It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and
+he cast into the sea.
+
+
+Luke xvii. 32.
+
+Remember Lot's wife.
+
+
+Luke xix. 22.
+
+Out of thine own mouth will I judge thee.
+
+
+John i. 29.
+
+Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world!
+
+
+John i. 46.
+
+Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?
+
+
+John iii. 3.
+
+Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.
+
+
+John iii. 8.
+
+The wind bloweth where it listeth.
+
+
+John v. 35. He was a burning and a shining light.
+
+
+John vi. 12.
+
+Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
+
+
+John vii. 24.
+
+Judge not according to the appearance.
+
+
+John xii. 8.
+
+For the poor always ye have with you.
+
+
+John xii, 35.
+
+Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you.
+
+
+John xiv. 1.
+
+Let not your heart be troubled.
+
+
+John xiv. 2.
+
+In my Father's house are many mansions.
+
+
+John xv. 13.
+
+Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his
+friends.
+
+
+Acts ix. 5.
+
+It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
+
+
+Acts xx. 35.
+
+It is more blessed to give than to receive.
+
+
+Romans ii. 11.
+
+For there is no respect of persons with God.
+
+
+Romans vi. 23.
+
+For the wages of sin is death.
+
+
+Romans viii. 28.
+
+And we know that all things work together or good to them that love God.
+
+
+Romans xii. 16.
+
+Be not wise in your own conceits.
+
+
+Romans xii. 20.
+
+Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink:
+for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.
+
+
+Romans xii. 21.
+
+Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
+
+
+Romans xiii. 1.
+
+The powers that be are ordained of God,
+
+
+Romans xiii. 7.
+
+Render therefore to all their dues.
+
+
+Romans xiii. 10.
+
+Love is the fulfilling of the law.
+
+
+Romans xiv. 5.
+
+Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.
+
+
+1 Corinthians iii. 6.
+
+I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase.
+
+
+1 Corinthians iii. 13.
+
+Every man's work shall be made manifest,
+
+
+1 Corinthians v. 3.
+
+Absent in body, but present in spirit.
+
+
+1 Corinthians v. 6.
+
+Know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump?
+
+
+1 Corinthians vii. 31.
+
+For the fashion of this world passeth away,
+
+
+1 Corinthians ix. 22.
+
+I am made all things to all men.
+
+
+1 Corinthians x. 12.
+
+Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xiii. 1.
+
+As sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xiii. 11.
+
+When I was a child I spake as a child.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xiii. 12.
+
+For now we see through a glass, darkly.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xv. 33.
+
+Be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xv. 47.
+
+The first man is of the earth, earthy.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xv. 55.
+
+O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
+
+
+2 Corinthians v. 7.
+
+We walk by faith, not by sight.
+
+
+2 Corinthians vi. 2.
+
+Behold, now is the accepted time,
+
+
+2 Corinthians vi. 8.
+
+By evil report and good report.
+
+
+Galatians vi. 5.
+
+For every man shall bear his own burden,
+
+
+Galatians vi. 7.
+
+Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
+
+
+Ephesians iv. 26.
+
+Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.
+
+
+Philippians i. 21.
+
+For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.
+
+
+Colossians ii. 21.
+
+Touch not; taste not; handle not.
+
+
+1 Thessalonians i. 3.
+
+Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labor of love.
+
+
+1 Thessalonians v. 21.
+
+Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.
+
+
+1 Timothy iii. 3,
+
+Not greedy of filthy lucre.
+
+
+1 Timothy v. 18.
+
+The laborer is worthy of his reward.
+
+
+1 Timothy v. 23.
+
+Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake.
+
+
+1 Timothy vi. 10.
+
+For the love of money is the root of all evil.
+
+
+2 Timothy iv. 7.
+
+I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the
+faith.
+
+
+Titus i. 15.
+
+Unto the pure all things are pure.
+
+
+Hebrews xi. 1.
+
+Now faith is the substance of things hoped' for, the evidence of things
+not seen.
+
+
+Hebrews xii. 6.
+
+For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.
+
+
+Hebrews xiii. 2.
+
+Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have
+entertained angels unawares.
+
+
+James i. 12.
+
+Blessed is the man that endureth temptation for when he is tried he
+shall receive the crown of life.
+
+
+James iii. P
+
+Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!
+
+
+James iv. 7.
+
+Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.
+
+
+1 Peter iv. 8.
+
+Charity shall cover the multitude of sins.
+
+
+1 Peter v. 8.
+
+Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring
+lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour.
+
+
+2 Peter iii. 10.
+
+But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night.
+
+
+1 John iv. 18.
+
+There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.
+
+
+Revelation ii. 10.
+
+Be thou faithful unto death.
+
+
+Revelation ii. 27.
+
+He shall rule them with a rod of iron.
+
+
+Revelation xxii. 13.
+
+I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SHAKESPEARE.
+
+
+TEMPEST.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
+temple:
+If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
+Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+I will be correspondent to command,
+And do my spiriting gently.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+A very ancient and fishlike smell.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Our revels row are ended: these our actors,
+As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
+Are melted into air, into thin air:
+And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
+The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
+The solemn temples, the great globe itself
+Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
+And, like an insubstantial pageant faded,
+Leave not a rack behind.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+We are such stuff
+As dreams are made of, and our little life
+Is rounded with a sleep.
+
+
+TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+I have no other but a woman's reason;
+I think him so, because I think him so.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+To make a virtue of necessity.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 4.
+
+Is she not passing fair?
+
+
+MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Why, then the world's mine oyster,
+Which I with sword will open.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+They say, there is divinity in odd numbers,
+either in nativity, chance, or death.
+
+
+TWELFTH NIGHT.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+If music be the food of love, play on,
+Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
+The appetite may sicken, and so die.--
+That strain again--it had a dying fall;
+O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
+That breathes upon a bank of violets,
+Stealing and giving odor.
+
+
+Act i. Sc, 3.
+
+I am sure care's an enemy to life.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
+Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Dost thou think, because them art virtuous,
+there shall be no more cakes and ale?
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+She never told her love,
+But let concealment, like a worm in the bud,
+Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
+And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
+She sat, like Patience on a monument,
+Smiling at grief.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
+In the contempt and anger of his lip!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Love sought is good, but given unsought is
+better.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc, 2.
+
+Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though
+thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Some are born great, some achieve greatness,
+and some have greatness thrust upon them.
+
+
+MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Spirits are not finely touched
+But to fine issues.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+Our doubts are traitors,
+And make us lose the good we oft might win,
+By fearing to attempt.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+O, it is excellent
+To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
+To use it like a giant.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+But man, proud man!
+Drest in a little brief authority,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven
+As make the angels weep.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+The miserable have no other medicine,
+But only hope.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+The sense of death is most in apprehension;
+And the poor beetle that we tread upon
+In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
+As when a giant dies.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
+To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Take, O take those lips away,
+That so sweetly were forsworn;
+And those eyes, the break of day,
+Lights that do mislead the morn;
+But my kisses bring again,
+Seals of love, but sealed in vain.[1]
+
+[Note 1: This song; is found in "The Bloody Brother, or Rollo, Duke
+of Normandy," by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act 5, Sc. 2, with the following
+additional stanza:
+
+    "Hide, O hide those hills of snow,
+    Which thy frozen bosom bears,
+    On whose tops the fruits that grow
+    Are of those that April wears;
+    But first set my poor heart free.
+    Bound in those icy chains for thee."
+
+There has been much controversy about the authorship, but the more
+probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by
+Fletcher.]
+
+
+MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+He hath indeed better bettered expectation.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Friendship is constant in all other things,
+Save in the office and affairs of love.
+Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;
+Let every eye negotiate for itself,
+And trust no other agent.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I
+could say how much.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Sits the wind in that corner?
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+When I said I should die a bachelor, I did
+not think I should live till I were married.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Some, Cupid kills with arrows, some with
+traps.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Everyone can master a grief, but he that
+Lath it.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Are you good men and true?
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Comparisons are odorous.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+O that he were here to write me down--an ass!
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+A fellow that had losses.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+For there was never yet philosopher
+That could endure the toothache patiently.
+
+
+MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+But earthly happier is the rose distilled
+Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn
+Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
+Could ever hear by tale or history,
+The course of true love never did run smooth.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
+And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+A proper man as any one shall see in a summer's day.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+In maiden meditation, fancy free.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+I'll put a girdle round about the earth
+In forty minutes.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
+Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+So we grew together,
+Like to a double cherry, seeming parted.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
+Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
+And as imagination bodies forth
+The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
+Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing
+A local habitation and a name.
+
+
+LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+A merrier man,
+Within the limit of becoming mirth,
+I never spent an hour's talk withal.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+He draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his
+argument.
+
+
+MERCHANT OF VENICE.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
+A stage, where every man must play a part,
+And mine a sad one.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Why should a man, whose blood is warm
+within,
+Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+I am Sir Oracle,
+And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
+
+
+Act i, Sc. 1.
+
+Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing; more than any man in all
+Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of
+chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them: and, when you have
+them, they are not worth the search.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Even there, where merchants most do congregate.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe,
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Many a time, and oft,
+the Rialto, have you rated me.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+It is a wise father that knows his own child.
+
+
+Act ii, Sc. 6.
+
+All things that are,
+Are with more spirits chased than enjoyed.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+All that glisters is not gold.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not
+a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses,
+affections, passions?
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 5.
+
+Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall
+into Charybdis, your mother.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting
+thee twice?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+The quality of mercy is not strained;
+It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven
+Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
+It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes,
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+A Daniel come to judgment.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Is it so nominated in the bond.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I cannot find it; 'tis not in the bond?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+I have thee on the hip
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+The man that hath no music in himself,
+Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
+Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+How far that little candle throws his beams!
+So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+AS YOU LIKE IT.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+My pride fell with my fortunes.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+_Cel_. Not a word?
+_Ros_. Not one to throw at a dog.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+O how full of briers is this working-day world!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Sweet are the uses of adversity,
+Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
+Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+And this our life, exempt from public haunts,
+Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
+Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament,
+As wordlings do, giving thy sum of more
+To that which had too much."
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+And He that doth the ravens feed,
+Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
+Be comfort to my age!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+For in my youth I never did apply
+Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
+Frosty, but kindly.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+And railed on lady Fortune in good terms,
+In good set terms....
+And looking on it with lack-luster eye,
+"Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the
+world wags.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
+And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
+And thereby hangs a tale."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Motley's the only wear.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+If ladies be but young and fair,
+They have the gift to know it.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+I must have liberty
+Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
+To blow on whom I please.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+The why is plain as way to parish church.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+All the world's a stage
+And all the men and women merely players:
+They have their exits and their entrances,
+And one man in his time plays many parts
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And then, the whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
+And shining morning face, creeping like snail
+Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover,
+Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
+Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
+Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
+Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
+Seeking the bubble reputation
+Even in the cannon's mouth And then the justice,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Full of wise saws and modern instances,
+And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
+Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Last scene of all,
+That ends this strange, eventful history,
+Is second childishness, and mere oblivion.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
+Thou art not so unkind
+As man's ingratitude.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 8.
+
+Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me
+sad.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for
+love.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+Pacing through the forest,
+Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's
+eyes!
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+Your _If_ is the only peacemaker; much
+virtue in _If_.
+
+
+Epilogue.
+
+Good wine needs no bush.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TAMING OF THE SHREW.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc.  1,
+
+And thereby hangs a tale.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+My cake is dough.
+
+
+WINTER'S TALE.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+A merry heart goes all the day,
+Your sad tires in a mile-a.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+Daffodils,
+That come before the swallow dares, and take
+The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,
+But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
+Or Cytherea's breath.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+When you do dance, I wish you
+A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
+Nothing but that.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+It were all one,
+That I should love a bright, particular star,
+And think to wed it, he is so above me.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Praising what is lost
+Makes the remembrance dear.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+COMEDY OF ERRORS.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain,
+A mere anatomy.
+
+
+MACBETH.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+When shall we three meet again,
+In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
+And these are of them.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Two truths are told,
+As happy prologues to the swelling act
+Of the imperial theme.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Present fears
+Are less than horrible imaginings.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Come what come may,
+Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Nothing in his life
+Became him like the leaving it.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+There's no art
+To find the mind's construction in the face.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+Yet I do fear thy nature;
+It is too full of the milk of human kindness
+To catch the nearest way.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
+May read strange matters.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
+It were done quickly.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+That but this blow
+Might be the be-all and the end-all here.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+This even-handed justice
+Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
+To our own lips.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+Besides, this Duncan
+Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
+So clear in his great office, that his virtues
+Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
+The deep damnation of his taking off.
+
+
+Act i. Sc, 7.
+
+I have no spur
+To prick the sides of my intent, but only
+Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
+And falls on the other--.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+I have bought
+Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+Letting _I dare not_ wait upon _I would_.
+
+Like the poor cat i' the adage.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+I dare do all that may become a man;
+Who dares do more, is none.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+But screw your courage to the sticking-place.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Is this a dagger which I see before me,
+The handle towards my hand?
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Thou sure and firm-set earth,
+Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
+The very stones prate of my whereabout.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+For it is a knell
+That summons thee to heaven or to hell!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+The attempt, and not the deed,
+Confound us.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Infirm of purpose!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+The labor we delight in, physics pain.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
+Is left this vault to brag of.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
+Was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc, 1.
+
+Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
+And put a barren scepter in my gripe,
+Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
+No son of mine succeeding.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+_Mur_. We are men, my liege.
+_Mac_. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+We have scotched the snake, not killed it.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Duncan is in his grave!
+After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined bound in
+To saucy doubts and fears.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Now good digestion wait on appetite,
+And health on both!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake
+Thy gory locks at me.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
+Which thou dost glare with!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+What man dare, I dare.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
+Shall never tremble.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Stand not upon the order of your going,
+But go at once.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Can such things be,
+And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
+Without our special wonder?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Black spirits and white,
+Red spirits and gray,
+Mingle, mingle, mingle,
+You that mingle may.[2]
+
+[Note 2: These lines occur also in "The Witch" of Thomas
+Middleton, Act 5, Sc. 2, and it is uncertain to which the
+priority should be ascribed.]
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+By the pricking of my thumbs,
+Something wicked this way comes.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+A deed without a name.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+I'll make assurance double sure,
+And take a bond of fate.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Show his eyes, and grieve his heart!
+Come like shadows, so depart.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
+Unless the deed go with it.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
+At one fell swoop?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+I cannot but remember such things were,
+That were most precious to me.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
+And braggart with my tongue!
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+My way of life
+Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf;
+And that which should accompany old age,
+As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
+I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
+Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
+Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Not so sick, my lord,
+As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
+That keep her from her rest.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
+Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
+Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
+And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
+Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
+Which weighs upon the heart?
+
+
+Act v. Sc, 3.
+
+Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+I would applaud thee to the very echo,
+That should applaud again.
+
+
+Act v, Sc. 5.
+
+Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
+The cry is still, _They come_.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 5.
+
+To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
+Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
+To the last syllable of recorded time;
+And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
+The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
+Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
+That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
+And then is heard no more; it is a tale
+Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
+Signifying nothing.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 5.
+
+Blow, wind! come, wrack!
+At least we'll die with harness on our back.
+
+
+Act. v. Sc. 7.
+
+I bear a charmed life.
+
+
+Act. v. Sc. 7.
+
+That keep the word of promise to our ear,
+And break it to our hope.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 7.
+
+Lay on, Macduff;
+And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+KING JOHN.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+For courage mounteth with occasion.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward,
+Thou little valiant, great in villany!
+Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
+Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight
+But when her humorous ladyship is by
+To teach thee safety!
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame,
+And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
+Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
+To throw a perfume on the violet,
+To smooth the ice, or add another hue
+Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
+To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
+Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+Now oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
+Makes deeds ill done!
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+KING RICHARD II.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
+By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
+Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
+By bare imagination of a feast?
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+The apprehension of the good
+Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+The ripest fruit first falls.
+
+
+FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+'Tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+He will give the devil his due.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
+He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
+To bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse
+Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
+To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+I know a trick worth two of that.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+Call you that backing of your friends? a plague upon such backing!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as
+blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+I was a coward on instinct.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+_Glen_. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
+_Hot_. Why, so can I, or so can any man: But will they come when you do
+call for them?
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Tell truth and shame the devil.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,
+Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+I could have better spared a better man.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+The better part of valor is--discretion.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you, I was down,
+and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and
+fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.
+
+
+SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless.
+So dull, so dead in look, so woebegone,
+Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
+And would have told him, half his Troy was burned.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
+Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
+Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
+Remembered knolling a departed friend.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+He hath eaten me out of house and home.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+He was, indeed, the glass
+Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Sleep, gentle sleep,
+Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
+That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
+And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+With all appliances and means to boot.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 4.
+
+He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
+Open as day for melting charity.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 4.
+
+Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+KING HENRY V.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Consideration like an angel came,
+And whipped the offending Adam out of him.
+
+
+Act i, Sc. 1.
+
+When he speaks,
+The air, a chartered libertine, is still.
+
+
+Act ii Sc. 1.
+
+Base is the slave that pays.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+'A babbled of green fields.
+
+
+Act iv. Chorus.
+
+With busy hammers closing rivets up,
+Give dreadful note of preparation.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+Then shall our names,
+Familiar in their mouths as household words--
+Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
+Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster--
+Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed:
+She is a woman; therefore to be won.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted?
+Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just;
+And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
+Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+He dies and makes no sign.
+
+
+THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 6.
+
+Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
+The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
+
+
+KING RICHARD III
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Now is the winter of our discontent
+Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
+And all the clouds that lowered upon our house,
+In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
+Deformed, unfinished, Bent before my time
+Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace,
+Have no delight to pass away the time.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Was ever woman in this humor wooed?
+Was ever woman in this humor won?
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+O, I have passed a miserable night,
+So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
+That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
+I would not spend another such a night,
+Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 4.
+
+Let not the heavens hear these telltale women
+Hail on the Lord's anointed.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 4.
+
+An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+Thus far into the bowels of the land
+Have we marched on without impediment.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,
+Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+The king's name is a tower of strength.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+I have set my life upon a cast,
+And I will stand the hazard of the die.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
+
+
+KING HENRY VIII.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Verily,
+I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born,
+And range with humble livers in content,
+Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
+And wear a golden sorrow.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+And then to breakfast with
+What appetite you have.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
+This is the state of man. To-day he puts forth
+The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms
+And bears his blushing honors thick upon him.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+O how wretched
+Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
+There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to
+That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
+More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
+And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
+Never to hope again.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Had I but served my God with half the zeal
+I served my king, he would not in mine age
+Have left me naked to mine enemies.
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
+We write in water.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+To dance attendance on their lordship's pleasures.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+One touch of nature makes the whole world kin
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+And, like a dewdrop from the lion's mane,
+Be shook to air.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CORIOLANUS.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Hear you this Triton of the minnows?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+JULIUS CAESAR.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Beware the Ides of March!
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+I cannot tell what you and other men
+Think of this life; but for my single self,
+I had as lief not be as live to be
+In awe of such a thing as I myself.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
+Leap in with me into this angry flood,
+And swim to yonder point?--Upon the word,
+Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
+And bade him follow.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
+A man of such a feeble temper should
+So get the start of the majestic world,
+And bear the palm alone.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
+Like a Colossus, and we petty men
+Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
+To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Let me have men about me that are fat;
+Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights;
+Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
+He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,
+As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit,
+That could be moved to smile at anything.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Between the acting of a dreadful thing
+And the first motion, all the interim is
+Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Yon are my true and honorable wife,
+As dear to me as the ruddy drops
+That visit my sad heart.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Cowards die many times before their deaths;
+The valiant never taste of death but once.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Though last, not least, in love.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Cry _Havoc_, and let slip the dogs of war.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me
+for my cause; and be silent that you may hear.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
+Rome more.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Who is here so base, that would be a bondman?
+If any, speak: for him have I offended.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2..
+
+The evil that men do lives after them;
+The good is oft interred with their bones.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+For Brutus is an honorable man;
+So are they all, all honorable men.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
+Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+But yesterday, the word of Caesar might
+Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
+And none so poor to do him reverence.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+If you have years, prepare to shed them now.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+See, what a rent the envious Casca made!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+This was the most unkindest cut of all.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Great Caesar fell.
+O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Put a tongue
+In every wound of Caesar, that should move
+The stones of Borne to rise and mutiny.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
+Than such a Roman.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats
+For I am armed so strong in honesty,
+That they pass by me as the idle wind,
+Which I respect not.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
+But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+There is a tide in the affairs of men,
+Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune:
+Omitted, all the voyage of their life
+Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 5.
+
+His life was gentle, and the elements
+So mixed in him, that nature might stand up
+And say to all the world, _This was a man_!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+For her own person,
+It beggared all description.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
+Her infinite variety.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CYMBELINE.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Some griefs are med'cinable.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 6.
+
+Weariness
+Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
+Finds the down pillow hard.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+KING LEAR.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
+To have a thankless child.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
+Stain my man's cheeks.
+
+
+Act iil. Sc. 2.
+
+Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Tremble, thou wretch,
+That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
+Unwhipped of justice.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+I am a man
+More sinned against than sinning.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
+That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
+How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
+Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
+From seasons such as these?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Take physic, pomp;
+Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 6.
+
+The little dogs and all,
+Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 6.
+
+Ay, every inch a king.
+
+
+Act. iv. Sc. 6.
+
+Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary,
+to sweeten my imagination.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 6.
+
+Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
+Robes and furred gowns hide all.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
+Make instruments to plague us.
+
+
+Act. v. Sc. 3.
+
+Her voice was ever soft,
+Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ROMEO AND JULIET.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+The weakest goes to the wall.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+One fire burns out another's burning.
+One pain is lessened by another's anguish.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+Too early seen unknown, and known too late,
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
+O that I were a glove upon that hand,
+That I might touch that cheek!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+What's in a name? that which we call a rose
+By any other name would smell as sweet.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,
+Than twenty of their swords.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+At lover's perjuries,
+They say, Jove laughs.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
+That monthly changes in her circled orb,
+Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
+That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+I am the very pink of courtesy.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+My man's as true as steel.
+
+
+Act ii, Sc. 6.
+
+Here comes the lady;--O, so light a foot
+Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc, 1.
+
+A plague o' both the houses!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+_Rom_. Courage, man I the hurt cannot be much.
+_Mer_. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door;
+but 'tis enough.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 5.
+
+Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
+Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+Not stopping o'er the bounds of modesty.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. I.
+
+My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+A beggarly account of empty boxes.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+My poverty, but not my will, consents.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Beauty's ensign yet
+Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
+And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Eyes, look your last!
+Arms, take your last embrace!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+HAMLET.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
+A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
+The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
+Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+And then it started like a guilty thing
+Upon a fearful summons.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes
+Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
+This bird of dawning singeth all night long.
+And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad,
+The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
+No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
+So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+The head is not more native to the heart.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+A little more than kin, and less than kind.
+
+
+Act i, Sc. 2.
+
+Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+But I have that within which passeth show;
+These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+O that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
+Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
+Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
+His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
+How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
+Seem to me all the uses of this world!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+That it should come to this!
+Hyperion to a satyr! so loving to my mother,
+That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
+Visit her face too roughly.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Why, she would hang on him,
+As if increase of appetite had grown
+By what it fed on.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Frailty, thy name is woman!
+A little month.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Like Niobe, all tears.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+My father's brother; but no more like my father
+Than I to Hercules.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
+Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+In my mind's eye, Horatio.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+He was a man, take him for all in all,
+I shall not look upon his like again.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+A countenance more
+In sorrow than in anger.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+And in the morn and liquid dew of youth.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
+The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried
+Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
+Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
+But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
+For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Springes to catch woodcocks.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+But to my mind--though I am native here,
+And to the manner born--it is a custom
+More honored in the breach than the observance.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
+That I will speak to thee.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Let me not burst in ignorance!
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
+Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
+Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;
+Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
+And each particular hair to stand on end,
+Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+O my prophetic soul! my uncle!
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+No reckoning made, but sent to my account
+With all my imperfections on my head.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+The glowworm shows the matin to be near
+And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,
+To tell us this.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
+Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+The time is out of joint.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+This is the very ecstasy of love.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Brevity is the soul of wit.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;
+And pity 'tis, 'tis true.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Doubt thou the stars are tire;
+Doubt that the sun doth move;
+Doubt truth to be a liar;
+But never doubt I love.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2,
+
+Still harping on my daughter.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in
+faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action,
+how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a God!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Man delights not me--nor woman neither.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+I know a hawk from a hand-saw.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Come, give us a taste of your quality.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+'Twas caviare to the general.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+The play's the thing,
+Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+To be, or not to be? that is the question:
+Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
+The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
+Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
+And, by opposing, end them?--To die--to sleep--
+No more--and, by a sleep, to say we end
+The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
+That flesh is heir to--'tis a consummation
+Devoutly to be wished. To die--to sleep--
+To sleep! perchance, to dream--ay, there's the rub;
+For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
+When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
+Must give us pause.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The spurns
+That patient merit of the unworthy takes;
+When he himself might his quietus make
+With a bare bodkin. Who would fardels bear,
+To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
+But that the dread of something after death--
+The undiscovered country, from whose bourne
+No traveler returns--puzzles the will,
+And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
+Than fly to others that we know not of?
+Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
+And thus the native hue of resolution
+Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Nymph, in thy orisons
+Be all my sins remembered.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,
+thon shalt not escape calumny.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
+The observed of all observers!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. X.
+
+Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
+Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+It out-herods Herod.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made
+them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;
+And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
+Where thrift may follow fawning.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Give me that man
+That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
+In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of hearts,
+As I do thee.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Something too much of this.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Here's metal more attractive.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Let the galled jade wince, our withers are un-wrung.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
+The hart ungalled play;
+For some must watch, while some must sleep;
+Thus runs the world away.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+It will discourse most eloquent music.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Very like a whale.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+They fool me to the top of my bent.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+'Tis now the very witching time of night,
+When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
+Contagion to this world.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+O my offence is rank, it smells to heaven
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Look here, upon this picture, and on this;
+The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
+See what a grace was seated on this brow!
+Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
+An eye like Mars, to threaten and command.
+A combination, and a form, indeed,
+Where every god did seem to set his seal,
+To give the world assurance of a man.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+A king Of shreds and patches.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+This is the very coinage of your brain.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
+Hoist with his own petard.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 5.
+
+When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
+But in battalions!
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 5.
+
+There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
+That treason can but peep to what it would.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation
+will undo us.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest; of
+most excellent fancy.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of
+merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+To what base uses we may return, Horatio!
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Imperial Caesar, dead, and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the
+wind away.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash, Yet have I in me something
+dangerous.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+A hit, a very palpable hit.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+OTHELLO.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
+For daws to peck at.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+The very head and front of my offending
+Hath this extent, no more.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver
+Of my whole course of love.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
+Of moving accidents, by flood and field;
+Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+My story being done
+She gave me for my pains a world of signs:
+She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing; strange;
+'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
+She wished she had not heard it; yet she
+wished
+That Heaven had made her such a man.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Upon this hint I spake.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+I do perceive hero a divided duty.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+For I am nothing, if not critical.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+_Iago._ To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.
+
+_Des_. O most lame and impotent conclusion!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle
+From her propriety.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast
+no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+O that men should put an enemy in their
+mouths, to steal away their brains!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Perdition catch my soul,
+But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
+Chaos is come again.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord,
+Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
+Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
+'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
+But he that filches from me my good name
+Robs roe of that which not enriches him,
+And makes me poor indeed.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
+It is the green-eyed monster, which doth make
+The meat it feeds on.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Trifles, light as air,
+Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
+As proofs of holy writ.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Not poppy, nor mandragora,
+Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world,
+Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
+Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,
+Let him not know it, and he's not robbed at all.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+O, now, forever,
+Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
+Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
+That make ambition virtue! O farewell!
+Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
+The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Othello's occupation's gone!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Give me the ocular proof.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+They laugh that win.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+Steeped me in poverty to the very lips.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+But, alas! to make me
+A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
+To point his slow, unmovin finger at.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+And put in every honest hand a whip,
+To lash the rascal naked through the world.
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+'Tis neither here nor there.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+He hath a daily beauty in his life.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+I have done the state some service, and they know it.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
+Nor set down aught in malice.
+Then must you speak.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Of one that loved not wisely, but too well.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Of one, whose hand,
+Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away,
+Richer than all his tribe.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Albeit unused to the melting mood.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS TUSSER.
+1523-1580.
+
+
+_Moral Reflections on the Wind_.
+
+Except wind stands as never it stood,
+It is an ill wind turns none to good.
+
+
+
+
+FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE.
+1554-1624.
+
+
+_Mustapha_. Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+O wearisome condition of humanity!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Sonnet LVI.
+
+And out of minde as soon as out of sight.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE.
+1565-1593.
+
+
+_Hero and Leander_.
+
+Who ever loved that loved not at first sight.
+
+
+_The Passionate Shepherd to his Love_.
+
+Come live with me, and be my love,
+And we will all the pleasures prove
+That valleys, groves, and hills, and folds,
+Woods, or steepy mountains, yield.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
+1552-1618.
+
+
+_The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd_.
+
+If all the world and love were young,
+And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
+These pretty pleasures might me move
+To live with thee, and be thy love.
+
+
+_The Silent Lover_.
+
+Silence in love betrays more love
+Than words, though ne'er so witty;
+A beggar that is dumb, you know,
+May challenge double pity.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOSHUA SYLVESTER
+1563-1618.
+
+
+_The Soul's Errand_[3]
+
+Go, Soul, the body's guest,
+Upon a thankless errand!
+Fear not to touch the best:
+The truth shall be thy warrant.
+Go, since I needs must die,
+And give the world the lie.
+
+[Note 3: Sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of
+"The Soul's Errand," long attributed to Raleigh.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD BARNFIELD.
+
+
+_Address to the Nightingale_.[4]
+
+As it fell upon a day,
+In the merry mouth of May,
+Sitting in a pleasant shade
+Which a grove of myrtles made.
+
+[Note 4: This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently
+assigned to Barnfield, and it is found in his collection
+of Poems, published between 1594 and 1598.]
+
+
+
+
+EDMUND SPENSER.
+1553-1597.
+
+
+_Faerie Queene_.
+
+
+Book i. Canto i. St. 35.
+
+The noblest mind the best contentment has.
+
+
+Book 1. Canto iii. St. 4.
+
+Her angels face,
+As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
+And made a sunshine in the shady place.
+
+
+Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.
+
+That darkesome cave they enter, where they find
+That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
+Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.
+
+
+Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.
+
+No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd
+No arborett with painted blossomes drest
+And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd
+To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
+
+
+Book iv. Canto ii. St.
+
+Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled.
+
+
+_Lines on his Promised Pension_.
+
+I was promised on a time
+To have reason for my rhyme;
+From that time unto this season,
+I received nor rhyme nor reason.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hymn in Honor of Beauty_. Line 132.
+For of the soul the body form doth take,
+For soul is form, and doth the Body make.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MOTHER HUBBERD'S TALE.
+
+Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,
+What hell it is in suing long to bide;
+To loose good dayes, that might be better spent
+To wast long nights in pensive discontent;
+To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
+To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow;
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;
+To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;
+To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne,
+To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.
+
+
+
+
+SIR HENRY WOTTON.
+1568-1639.
+
+
+_The Character of a Happy Life_.
+
+How happy is he born and taught,
+That serveth not another's will;
+Whose armor is his honest thought,
+And simple truth his utmost skill!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Lord of himself, though not of lands;
+And having nothing, yet hath all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia_.
+
+You meaner beauties of the night,
+That poorly satisfy our eyes
+More by your number than your light!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DR. JOHN DONNE.
+1573-1631.
+
+FUNERAL ELEGIES, ON THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL.
+
+
+_The Second Anniversary_. Line 245.
+
+We understood
+Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
+Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought,
+That one might almost say her body thought.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Elegy_ 8. _The Comparison_.
+
+She and comparisons are odious.
+
+
+
+
+BEN JONSON.
+1571-1637.
+
+
+_To Celia_.
+
+(From "The Forest.")
+Drink to me only with thine eyes,
+And I will pledge with mine;
+Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
+And I'll not look for wine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Sweet Neglect_. (From the "Silent Woman." Act i. Sc. 5.)
+
+Still to be neat, still to be drest
+As you were going to a feast.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Give me a look, give me a face,
+That makes simplicity a grace.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Good Life_, _Long Life_.
+
+In small proportion we just beauties see,
+And in short measures life may perfect be.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on Elizabeth_.
+
+Underneath this stone doth lie
+As much beauty as could die;
+Which in life did harbor give
+To more virtue than doth live.
+
+
+_Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke_.
+
+Underneath this sable hearse
+Lies the subject of all verse,
+Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
+Death! ere thou hast slain another,
+Learned and fair and good as she,
+Time shall throw a dart at thee.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To the Memory of Shakespeare_.
+
+Soul of the age!
+The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage!
+My Shakespeare rise.
+Small Latin, and less Greek.
+He was not of an age, but for all time.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Sweet swan of Avon!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Every Man in his Humor_. Act. ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Get money; still get money, boy;
+No matter by what means.
+
+
+
+
+FRANCIS BEAUMONT.
+1585-1616.
+
+
+_Letter to Ben Jonson_.
+
+What things have we seen
+Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been
+So nimble, and so full of subtile flame,
+As if that every one from whence they came
+Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,
+And resolved to live a fool the rest
+Of his dull life.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GEORGE WITHER.
+1588-1667.
+
+
+_The Shepherd's Resolution_.
+
+Shall I, wasting in despair,
+Dye because a woman's fair?
+Or make pale my cheeks with care,
+'Cause another's rosie are?
+If she be not so to me,
+What care I how faire she be?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+FRANCIS QUARLES.
+1592-1644.
+
+
+_Emblems_. Book ii. 2.
+
+Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.
+
+
+Book ii. Epigram 10.
+
+This house is to be let for life or years;
+Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears,
+Cupid 't has long stood void; her bills make known,
+She must be dearly let, or let alone.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GEORGE HERBERT.
+1593-1632.
+
+
+_Virtue_.
+
+Sweet day, so cool, so cairn, so bright,
+The bridall of the earth and skies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
+Like seasoned timber, never gives.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SIR JOHN SUCKLING.
+1608-1644.
+
+
+_On a Wedding_.
+
+Her feet beneath her petticoat,
+Like little mice, stole in and out,
+As if they feared the light;
+But oh! she dances such a way!
+No sun upon an Easter-day
+Is half so fine a sight.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Her lips were red, and one was thin,
+Compared with that was next her chin,
+Some bee had stung it newly.
+
+
+_Song_.
+
+Why so pale and wan, fond lover,
+Prithee, why so pale?
+Will, when looking well can't move her,
+Looking ill prevail?
+Prithee, why so pale?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT HERRICK.
+1591-1660.
+
+
+_The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls_.
+
+Some asked me where the Rubies grew,
+And nothing I did say;
+But with my finger pointed to
+The lips of Julia.
+Some asked how Pearls did grow, and where?
+Then spoke I to my Girl,
+To part her lips, and showed them there
+The quarelets of Pearl.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On her Feet_.
+
+Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
+A little out, and then,
+As if they played at Bo-peep,
+Did soon draw in again.
+
+
+_To the Virgins to make much of Time_.
+
+Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
+Old Time is still a-flying,
+And this same flower, that smiles to-day,
+To-morrow will be dying.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Night Piece to Julia_.
+
+Her eyes the glowworm lend thee,
+The shooting stars attend thee;
+And the elves also,
+Whose little eyes glow
+Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR RICHARD LOVELACE.
+1618-1658.
+
+
+_Orpheus to Beasts_.
+
+Oh! could you view the melody
+Of every grace,
+And music of her face,
+You'd drop a tear;
+Seeing more harmony
+In her bright eye,
+Than now you hear.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To Lucasta on Going to the Wars_.
+
+I could not love thee, dear, so much,
+Loved I not honor more.
+
+
+_To Althea from Prison_.
+
+Stone walls do not a prison make,
+Nor iron barres a cage;
+Mindes innocent, and quiet, take
+That for an hermitage.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JAMES SHIRLEY.
+1596-1666.
+
+
+_Contention of Ajax and Ulysses_.
+
+Only the actions of the just
+Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD CRASHAW.
+--1650.
+The conscious water saw its God and blushed.[5]
+
+[Note 5: Lympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit.--_Latin Poems_]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_In Praise of Lessius' Rule of Health_.
+
+A happy soul, that all the way
+To heaven hath a summer's day.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS DEKKER.
+--1638.
+
+
+_Old Fortunatus_.
+
+And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
+There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Honest Whore_. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+
+We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ABRAHAM COWLEY.
+1618-1667.
+
+
+_The Waiting-Maid_.
+
+Th' adorning thee with so much art
+Is but a barb'rous skill;
+'Tis like the poisoning of a dart,
+Too apt before to kill.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Motto_.
+
+What shall I do to be forever known,
+And make the age to come my own?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On the Death of Crashaw_.
+
+His _faith_, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
+Be wrong; his _life_, I'm sure, was in the right.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Garden_. Essay V.
+
+God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR JOHN DENHAM.
+1615-1679.
+
+
+_Cooper's Hill_.
+
+O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
+My great example, as it is my theme!
+
+Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;
+Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Sophy_. _A Tragedy_.
+
+Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS CAREW.
+1589-1639.
+
+
+_Disdain Returned_.
+
+He that loves a rosy cheek,
+Or a coral lip admires,
+Or from star-like eyes doth seek
+Fuel to maintain his fires;
+As old Time makes these decay,
+So his flames must waste away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Conquest by Flight_.
+
+Then fly betimes, for only they
+Conquer love, that run away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EDMUND WALLER.
+1605-1687.
+
+
+_Verses upon his Divine Poesy_.
+
+The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,
+Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.
+
+Stronger by weakness, wiser men become,
+As they draw near to their eternal home.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On a Girdle_.
+
+A narrow compass! and yet there
+Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair;
+Give me but what this ribbon bound,
+Take all the rest the sun goes round.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Go, Lovely Rose_.
+
+How small a part of time they share
+That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To a Lady, Singing a Song of his Composing_.
+
+The eagle's fate and mine are one,
+Which, on the shaft that made him die,
+Espied a feather of his own,
+Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MILTON.
+1608-1674.
+
+PARADISE LOST.
+
+
+Book i. Line 10.
+
+Or if Sion hill
+Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed
+Fast by the oracle of God.
+
+
+Book i. Line 22.
+
+What in me is dark,
+Illumine; what is low, raise and support;
+That to the height of this great argument
+I may assert eternal Providence,
+And justify the ways of God to men.
+
+
+Book i. Line 62.
+
+Yet from those flames
+No light; but only darkness visible.
+
+
+Book i. Line 65.
+
+Where peace
+And rest can never dwell: hope never comes,
+That comes to all.
+
+
+Book i. Line 105.
+
+What though the field be lost?
+All is not lost.
+
+
+Book i. Line 254.
+
+The mind is its own place, and in itself
+Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
+
+
+Book i. Line 261.
+
+Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
+To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
+Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
+
+
+Book i. Line 275.
+
+Heard so oft
+In worst extremes and on the perilous edge
+Of battle.
+
+
+Book i. Line 303.
+
+Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks
+In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades
+High over-arched imbower.
+
+
+Book i. Line 330.
+
+Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!
+
+
+Book i. Line 540.
+
+Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds.
+
+
+Book i. Line 550.
+
+In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood
+Of flutes and soft recorders.
+
+
+Book i. Line 619.
+
+Thrice he essayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn,
+Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
+
+
+Book i. Line 742.
+
+From morn
+To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
+A summer's day.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 113.
+
+But all was false and hollow, though his tongue
+Dropped manna; and could make the worse appear
+The better reason, to perplex and dash
+Maturest counsels.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 300.
+
+With grave
+Aspéct he rose, and in his rising seemed
+A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
+Deliberation sat and public care.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 306.
+
+With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear
+The weight of mightiest monarchies: his look
+Drew audience and attention still as night
+Or summer's noontide air.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 560.
+
+Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 666.
+
+The other shape,
+If shape it might be called that shape had none
+Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 681.
+
+Whence and what art them, execrable shape?
+
+
+Book ii. Line 846.
+
+And Death
+Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
+His famine should be filled.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 996.
+
+With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
+Confusion worse confounded.
+
+
+Book iii. Line 1.
+
+Hail, holy light! offspring of Heaven first-born.
+
+
+Book iii. Line 44.
+
+Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.
+
+
+Book iii. Line 495.
+
+Since called
+The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 34.
+
+At whose sight all the stars
+Hide their diminished heads.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 76.
+
+And in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
+Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,
+To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 108.
+
+So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
+Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost:
+Evil, be thou my good.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 297.
+
+For contemplation he, and valor, formed,
+For softness she, and sweet attractive grace.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 300.
+
+His fair large front and eye sublime declared
+Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
+Bound from his parted forelock manly hung
+Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 506.
+
+Imparadised in one another's arms.
+
+
+Book iv, Line 598.
+
+Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
+Had in her sober livery all things clad.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 639.
+
+With thee conversing, I forget all time,
+All seasons and their change, all please alike.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 677.
+
+Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
+Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep,
+
+
+Book iv. Line 750.
+
+Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source
+Of human happiness.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 830,
+
+Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,
+The lowest of your throng.
+
+
+Book v. Line 1.
+
+Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
+Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl.
+
+
+Book v. Line 71.
+
+Good, the more
+Communicated, more abundant grows.
+
+
+Book v. Line 153.
+
+These are thy glorious works, Parent of good
+
+
+Book v. Line 331,
+
+So saying, with dispatchful look, in haste
+She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
+
+
+Book v. Line 601.
+
+Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
+
+
+Book v. Line 637.
+
+They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
+Quaff immortality and joy.
+
+
+Book vi. Line 211.
+
+Dire was the noise
+Of conflict.
+
+
+Book vii. Line 30.
+
+Still govern thou my song,
+Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 84.
+
+Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 488.
+
+
+Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
+In every gesture dignity and love.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 502.
+
+Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
+That would be wooed and not unsought be won.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 548.
+
+So well to know
+Her own, that what she wills to do or say
+Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best!
+
+
+Book viii. Line 600.
+
+Those graceful acts,
+Those thousand decencies, that daily flow
+From all her words and actions.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 618.
+
+To whom the angel, with a smile that glowed
+Celestial rosy red (love's proper Hue)
+
+
+Book ix. Line 249.
+
+For solitude sometimes is best society,
+And short retirement urges sweet return.
+
+
+Book x. Line 77.
+
+Yet I shall temper so
+Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
+Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.
+
+
+Book xii. Line 646.
+
+The world was all before them, where to choose
+Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+PARADISE REGAINED.
+
+
+Book iv Line 240.
+
+Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
+And eloquence.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 267.
+
+Thence to the famous orators repair,
+Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
+Wielded at will that fierce democraty,
+Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,
+To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 330.
+
+As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SAMSON AGONISTES.
+
+
+Line 293.
+
+Just are the ways of God,
+And justifiable to men.
+
+
+Line 1350.
+
+He's gone, and who knows how he may report
+Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+COMUS.
+
+
+Line 205.
+
+A thousand fantasies
+Begin to throng into my memory,
+Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire,
+And airy tongues, that syllable men's names
+On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
+
+
+Line 221.
+
+Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
+Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
+
+
+Line 244.
+
+Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
+Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?
+
+
+Line 256.
+
+Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul
+And lap it in Elysium.
+
+
+Line 381.
+
+He that has light within his own clear breast
+May sit i' th' center and enjoy bright day;
+But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
+Benighted walks under the midday sun,
+
+
+Line 476.
+
+How charming is divine philosophy!
+Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;
+But musical as is Apollo's lute,
+And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
+Where no crude surfeit reigns.
+
+
+Line 560.
+
+I was all ear,
+And took in strains that might create a soul
+Under the rib of Death.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+LYCIDAS.
+
+
+Line 10.
+
+He knew
+Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
+
+
+Line 14.
+
+Without the meed of some melodious tear.
+
+
+Line 70.
+
+Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
+(That last infirmity of noble minds)
+To scorn delights and live laborious days;
+But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
+And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
+Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears
+And slits the thin-spun life.
+
+
+Line 101.
+
+Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.
+
+
+Line 109.
+
+The pilot of the Galilean lake.
+
+
+Line 168.
+
+So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
+And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
+And tricks his beams, with new spangled ore
+Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
+
+
+Line 198.
+
+To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+L'ALLEGRO.
+
+
+Line 27.
+
+Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,
+Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
+
+
+Line 33.
+
+Come, and trip it as you go,
+On the light, fantastic toe.
+
+
+Line 67.
+
+And every shepherd tells his tale
+Under the hawthorn in the dale.
+
+
+Line 79.
+
+Where perhaps some beauty lies,
+The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.
+
+
+Line 117.
+
+Towered cities please us then,
+And the busy hum of men.
+
+
+Line 133.
+
+Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
+Warble his native wood-notes wild.
+
+
+Line 136.
+
+Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
+Married to immortal verse,
+Such as the meeting soul may pierce
+In notes, with many a winding bout
+Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+IL PENSEROSO.
+
+
+Line 39.
+
+And looks commercing with the skies,
+Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
+
+
+Line 61.
+
+Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,
+Most musical, most melancholy!
+
+
+Line 106.
+
+Such notes, as, warbled to the string,
+Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
+
+
+Line 120.
+
+Where more is meant than meets the ear.
+
+
+Line 159.
+
+And storied windows richly dight,
+Casting a dim, religious light.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Sonnet to the Lady Margaret Ley_.
+
+That old man eloquent.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Sonnet on his Blindness_.
+
+They also serve who only stand and wait.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Second Sonnet to Cyriac Skinner_.
+
+Yet I argue not
+Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
+Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
+Right onward.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Sonnet on his Deceased Wife_.
+
+But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,
+I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night.
+
+
+
+
+SAMUEL BUTLER.
+1612-1680.
+
+
+_Hudibras_.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 51
+
+Besides, 'tis known he could speak Greek
+As naturally as pigs squeak.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 67
+
+He could distinguish, and divide
+A hair, 'twixt south and southwest side.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 81
+
+For rhetoric, he could not ope
+His mouth, but out there flew a trope.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 131.
+
+Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
+For every why he had a wherefore.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 149
+
+He knew whit's what, and that's as high
+As metaphysic wit can fly.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 199
+
+And prove their doctrine orthodox
+By Apostolic blows and knocks.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 215
+
+Compound for sins they are inclined to,
+By damning those they have no mind to.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 463
+
+For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
+With which, like ships, they steer their
+courses.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 489
+
+He ne'er considered it, as loth
+To look a gift-horse in the mouth.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 821
+
+Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat;
+Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 852
+
+Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.
+
+
+Part i. Canto ii. Line 633
+
+And bid the devil take the hin'most,
+Which at this race is like to win most.
+
+
+Part i. Canto ii. Line 831
+
+With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,
+Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.
+
+
+Part i. Canto iii. Line 1
+
+Ay me! what perils do environ
+The man that meddles with cold iron.
+
+
+Part i. Canto iii. Line 263
+
+Nor do I know what is become
+Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.
+
+
+Part i. Canto iii. Line 309
+
+H' had got a hurt
+O' th' inside of a deadlier sort.
+
+
+Part i. Canto iii. Line 877
+
+I am not now in fortune's power;
+He that is down can fall no lower.
+
+
+Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367
+
+Thou hast
+Outrun the Constable at last.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto i. Line 29
+
+For one for sense, and one for rhyme,
+I think's sufficient at one time.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto i. Line 465
+
+For what is worth in anything,
+But so much money as 'twill bring.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto n. Line 29
+
+The sun had long since in the lap
+Of Thetis taken out his nap,
+And, like a lobster boiled, the morn
+From black to red began to turn.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79
+
+Have always been at daggers-drawing.
+And one another clapper-clawing.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto ii Line 503
+
+And look before you ere you leap;
+For as you sow, y' are like to reap.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1.
+
+Doubtless the pleasure is as great
+Of being cheated, as to cheat.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto iii. Line 261.
+
+He made an instrument to know
+If the moon shine at full or no....
+And prove that she's not made of green cheese.[6]
+
+[Note 6: "The moon is made of a green cheese"
+_Jack Jugler_, p. 46.]
+
+Part ii. Canto iii. Line 580
+
+You have a wrong sow by the ear.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923
+
+To swallow gudgeons ere they're catched,
+And count their chickens ere they're hatched.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1067
+
+As quick as lightning, in the breach
+Just in the place where honor 's lodged,
+As wise philosophers have judged,
+Because a kick in that place more
+Hurts honor than deep wounds before,
+
+
+Part iii. Canto i. Line 3
+
+As he that has two strings t' his bow.
+
+
+Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175.
+
+True as the dial to the sun,
+Although it be not sinned upon.
+
+
+Part iii. Canto iii. Line 243
+
+For those that fly may fight again,
+Which he can never do that's slain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+Part iii. Canto iii. Line 547
+
+He that complies against his will
+Is of his own opinion still.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MARQUIS OF MONTROSE.
+1612-1650.
+
+
+_Song_, "_My Dear and only Love_."
+
+I'll make thee famous by my pen,
+And glorious by my sword.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DRYDEN.
+1631-1700.
+
+
+_Alexander's feast_.
+
+
+Line 15.
+
+None but the brave deserves the fair.
+
+
+Line 60.
+
+Sweet is pleasure after pain.
+
+
+Line 66.
+
+Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain;
+Fought all his battles o'er again;
+And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice
+he slew the slain.
+
+
+Line 78,
+
+Fallen from his high estate,
+And weltering in his blood;
+Deserted, at his utmost need,
+By those his former bounty fed;
+On the bare earth exposed he lies,
+With not a friend to close his eyes.
+
+
+Line 96.
+
+For pity melts the mind to love.
+
+
+Line 99.
+
+War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
+Honor, but an empty bubble.
+
+
+Line 106.
+
+Take the good the gods provide thee.
+
+
+Line 120
+
+Sighed and looked, and sighed again.
+
+
+Line 154.
+
+And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.
+
+
+Line 160.
+
+Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
+
+
+Line 169.
+
+He raided a mortal to the skies
+She drew an angel down.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Cymon and Iphigenia_.
+
+
+Line 84.
+
+He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
+And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
+
+
+_Absalom and Achitophet_.
+
+A fiery soul, which, working out its way
+Fretted the pigmy body to decay,
+And o'er informed the tenement of clay.
+
+
+Part i. Line 363
+
+Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
+And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
+
+
+Part i. Line 174
+
+Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
+
+
+Part i. Line 534
+
+Who think too little, and who talk too much
+
+
+Part i. Line 545
+
+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.
+
+
+Part i. Line 1005
+
+Beware the fury of a patient man.
+
+
+Part ii. Line 463
+
+For every inch, that is not fool, is rogue.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_All for Love_. Prologue.
+
+Errors like straws upon the surface flow;
+He who would search for pearls must dive below.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Men are but children of a larger growth.
+
+
+_Conquest of Grenada_. Part i. Sc. 1.
+
+I am as free as nature first made man,
+Ere the base laws of servitude began,
+When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Spanish Friar_. Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+There is a pleasure
+In being mad which none but madmen know.
+
+
+_Don Sebastian_. Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+This is the porcelain clay of human kind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Translation of Juvenal's 10th Satire_.
+
+Look round the habitable world, how few
+Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba_.
+
+Thespis, the first professor of our art,
+At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Imitation of the 29th of Horace_.
+
+
+Book i. Line 65.
+
+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.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On Milton_.
+
+Three Poets, in three distant ages born,
+Greece, Italy, and England did adorn;
+The first in loftiness of thought surpassed,
+The next in majesty, in both the last.
+The force of nature could no further go;
+To make a third she joined the other two.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN BUNYAN.
+1628-1688.
+
+
+_Apology for his Book_.
+
+And so I penned
+It down, until at last it came to be,
+For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Some said, "John, print it," others said,
+"Not so."
+Some said, "It might do good," others said,
+"No."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Pilgrim's Progress_.
+
+The Slough of Despond.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EARL OF ROSCOMMON.
+1633-1684.
+
+
+_Essay on Translated Verse_.
+
+Immodest words admit of no defence,
+For want of decency is want of sense.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EARL OF ROCHESTER.
+
+
+_Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II_.
+
+Here lies our sovereign lord the king,
+Whose word no man relies on;
+He never says a foolish thing,
+Nor ever does a wise one.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+KING CHARLES II.
+
+
+_Written in Parliament attending the Discussion of Lord Boss' Divorce
+Bill_.
+
+As good as a play.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE.
+1649-1721.
+
+
+_Essay on Poetry_.
+
+Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
+Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
+
+There's no such thing in nature, and you'll draw
+A faultless monster, which the world ne'er saw.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Read Homer once, and you can read no more,
+For all books else appear so mean, so poor;
+Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read,
+And Homer will be all the books you need.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS OTWAY.
+1651-1685.
+
+
+_Venice Preserved_.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
+To temper man; we had been brutes without you.
+Angels are painted fair to look like you.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN NORRIS.
+1657-1711.
+
+
+_The Parting_.
+
+How fading are the joys we dote upon!
+Like apparitions seen and gone;
+But those which soonest take their flight
+Are the most exquisite and strong;
+Like angel's visits, short and bright,
+Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+NATHANIEL LEE.
+1655-1692.
+
+
+_Alexander the Great_.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Then he will talk--ye gods, how he will talk!
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+TOM BROWN.
+--1704.
+
+
+_Dialogues of the Dead_.
+
+I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,
+The reason why I cannot tell;
+But this alone I know full well,
+I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.[7]
+
+[Note 7: "Non amo te, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare;
+Hoc tautum possum dicere, non amo te."
+_Martial_, Ep. I. xxxiii.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS SOUTHERN.
+1659-1746.
+
+
+_Oroonoka_.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Pity's akin to love.
+
+
+
+
+DANIEL DEFOE.
+1661-1731.
+
+
+_The True-Born Englishman_.
+
+Part i. Line 1
+
+Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
+The Devil always builds a chapel there;
+And 'twill be found upon examination,
+The latter has the largest congregation.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+LOUIS THEOBALD.
+1688-1744.
+
+
+_The Double Falsehood_.
+
+None but himself can be his parallel.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MATTHEW PRIOR.
+1664-1721.
+
+
+_English Padlock_.
+
+Be to her virtues very kind;
+Be to her faults a little blind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Henry and Emma_.
+
+That air and harmony of shape express,
+Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Thief and the Cordelier_.
+
+Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,
+And often took leave; but was loth to depart.
+
+
+_Epilogue to Lucius_.
+
+And the gray mare will prove the better horse.[8]
+
+[Note 8: See Hudibras, Part ii. Canto ii. line 698. Mr. Macaulay
+thinks that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to
+the gray mares of Flanders over the finest coach-horses of
+England.--History of England, Vol. I. Ch. 3.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Imitations of Horace_.
+
+Of two evils I have chose the least.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on Himself_.
+
+Here lies what once was Matthew Prior;
+The son of Adam and of Eve:
+Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ode in Imitation of Horace_. B. iii. Od. 2.
+
+And virtue is her own reward.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+COLLEY CIBBER.
+1671-1757.
+
+
+_Richard III_.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Richard is himself again!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOSEPH ADDISON.
+1672-1719.
+
+CATO.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
+And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
+The great, th' important day, big with the fate
+Of Cato, and of Home.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Thy steady temper, Portius,
+Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar,
+In the calm lights of mild philosophy.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+'Tis not in mortals to command success,
+But we'll do more, Sempronius: we'll deserve it.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul;
+I think the Romans call it Stoicism.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget
+The pale unripened beauties of the North.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+My voice is still for war.
+Gods! can a Roman Senate long debate
+Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+The woman that deliberates is lost.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
+The post of honor is a private station.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+It must be so.--Plato, thou reasonest well.
+Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
+This longing after immortality?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;
+'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
+And intimates Eternity to man.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. I.
+
+I'm weary of conjectures.
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+
+The soul secured in her existence, smiles
+At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Campaign_.
+
+And, pleased th' Almighty's orders to perform
+Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[9]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Note 9: This line has been frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is
+found in the Dunciad, Book iii., line 261.]
+
+
+_From the Letter on Italy_.
+
+For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes,
+Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise;
+Poetic fields encompass me around,
+And still I seem to tread on classic ground.[10]
+
+[Note 10: Malone states that this was the first time the phrase
+_classic ground_, since so common, was ever used.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ode_.
+
+The spacious firmament on high,
+With all the blue, ethereal sky,
+And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
+Their great Original proclaim.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Soon as the evening shades prevail,
+The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
+And nightly to the listening earth
+Repeats the story of her birth;
+While all the stars that round her burn,
+And all the planets in their tarn,
+Confirm the tidings as they roll,
+And spread the truth from pole to pole.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Forever singing, as they shine,
+The hand that made us is divine.
+
+
+
+
+JONATHAN SWIFT.
+1667-1745.
+
+
+_Imitation of Horace_. B. ii. Sat. 6.
+
+I'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.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Poetry, a Rhapsody_.
+
+So geographers, in Afric maps,
+With savage pictures fill their gaps,
+And o'er unhabitable downs
+Place elephants for want of towns.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM CONGREVE.
+1669-1729.
+
+
+_The Mourning Bride_. Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.
+To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
+Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.
+
+
+
+
+ALEXANDER POPE.
+1688-1744.
+
+
+ESSAY ON MAN.
+
+
+Epistle i. Line 5.
+
+Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
+A mighty maze! but not without a plan.
+
+
+Line 13.
+
+Eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
+And catch the manners living as they rise.
+
+
+Line 88.
+
+A hero perish or a sparrow fall.
+
+
+Line 95.
+
+Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
+Man never _is_, but always _to be_ blest.
+
+
+Line 99.
+
+Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind
+Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
+
+
+Line 200.
+
+Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
+
+
+Line 294.
+
+One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
+
+
+Epistle ii. Line 1.
+
+Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
+The proper study of mankind is man.[11]
+
+[Note 11: From Charron (de la Sagesse):--"La vraye science et
+le vray etude de l'homme c'est l'homme."]
+
+
+Line 217.
+
+Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
+As to be hated, needs but to be seen;
+But seen too oft, familiar with her face,
+We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
+
+
+Line 231.
+
+Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
+Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree.
+
+
+Line 276.
+
+Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
+Epistle iii. Line 305.
+For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
+His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
+Epistle iv. Line 49.
+Order is Heaven's first law.
+
+
+Line 193.
+
+Honor and shame from no condition rise;
+Act well your part--there all the honor lies.
+
+
+Line 203.
+
+Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
+The rest is all but leather or prunella.
+
+
+Line 215.
+
+What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
+Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
+
+
+Line 247.
+
+A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
+An honest man's the noblest work of God.
+
+
+Line 254.
+
+Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.
+
+
+Line 281.
+
+Think how Bacon shined,
+The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind.
+
+
+Line 310.
+
+Virtue alone is happiness below.
+
+
+Line 330.
+
+Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
+But looks through nature up to nature's God.
+
+
+Line 379.
+
+Formed by thy converse happily to steer
+Prom grave to gay, from lively to severe.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MORAL ESSAYS.
+
+
+Epistle i. Line 135.
+
+'Tis from high life high characters are drawn--
+A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
+
+
+Line 149.
+
+'Tis education forms the common mind:
+Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
+
+
+Line 246.
+
+Odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke,
+Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.
+Epistle ii. Line 15.
+Whether the charmers sinner it or saint it,
+If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
+
+
+Line 43.
+
+Fine by defect and delicately weak.
+
+
+Line 97.
+
+With too much quickness ever to be taught,
+With too much thinking to have common thought.
+
+
+Line 215.
+
+Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
+But every woman is at heart a rake.
+
+
+Line 268.
+
+And mistress of herself, though china fall.
+
+
+Line 270.
+
+Woman's at best a contradiction still.
+Epistle iii. Line 1.
+Who shall decide when doctors disagree?
+
+
+Line 95.
+
+But thousands die without or this or that,
+Die, and endow a college or a cat.
+
+
+Line 153.
+
+The ruling passion, be it what it will,
+The ruling passion conquers reason still.
+
+
+Line 161.
+
+Extremes in nature equal good produce.
+
+
+Line 250.
+
+Rise, honest muse! and sing--The man of Ross.
+
+
+Line 285.
+
+Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,
+Will never mark the marble with his name.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.
+
+
+Part i. Line 9.
+
+'Tis with our judgments as our watches; none
+Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
+
+
+Line 153.
+
+And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
+
+
+Part ii. Line 215.
+
+A little learning is a dangerous thing.
+Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
+
+
+Line 232.
+
+Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise,
+
+
+Line 297.
+
+True wit is nature to advantage dressed,
+What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
+
+
+Line 357.
+
+That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
+
+
+Line 362.
+
+True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
+As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
+
+
+Line 365.
+
+The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
+
+
+Line 525.
+
+To err is human: to forgive, divine.
+
+
+Part iii. Line 625.
+
+For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY.
+
+
+Line 54.
+
+By strangers honored and by strangers mourned
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And bear about the mockery of woe
+To midnight dances and the public show.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.
+
+
+Canto ii. Line 7.
+
+On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
+Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
+
+
+Canto ii. Line 17.
+
+If to her share some female errors fall,
+Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
+
+
+Canto iii. Line 16.
+
+At every word a reputation dies.
+
+
+Line 21.
+
+The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
+And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SATIRES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE
+Prologue, Line 1.
+Shut, shut the door, good John.
+
+
+Line 12.
+
+E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
+
+
+Line 18.
+
+Who pens a stanza when he should engross.
+
+
+Line 127.
+
+As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
+I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.
+
+
+Line 197.
+
+Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
+Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne,
+
+
+Line 201.
+
+Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
+And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.
+
+
+Line 308.
+
+Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
+
+
+Line 333.
+
+Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
+Book ii. Satire i. Line 6.
+Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.
+
+
+Line 69.
+
+Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
+To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet.
+
+
+Line 127.
+
+Then St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
+The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
+
+
+Book ii. Satire ii. Line 159.
+
+For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
+Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[12]
+
+[Note 12: See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 83.]
+
+
+Book ii. Epistle i. Line 108.
+
+The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epilogue to the Satires_.
+
+Dialogue i. Line 136.
+
+Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
+
+
+_Epitaph on Gay_.
+
+Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
+In wit a man, simplicity a child.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE DUNCIAD.
+
+
+Book i. Line 54.
+
+And solid pudding against empty praise.
+
+
+Book iii. Line 158.
+
+All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame.
+
+
+Book iii. Line 165.
+
+Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,
+And makes night hideous; answer him, ye owls.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 614.
+
+E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ODYSSEY.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 315.
+
+Few sons attain the praise
+Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
+
+
+Book xiv. Line 410.
+
+Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
+
+
+Book xv. Line 79.
+
+Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
+
+
+Book xv. Line 83.
+
+True friendship's laws are by this rule expressed,
+Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Windsor forest_.
+
+Thus, if small things we may with great compare.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry_.
+
+Chapter xi.
+
+Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,
+And make two lovers happy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt_.
+
+Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
+Or gave his father grief but when he died.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS TICKELL.
+1686-1740.
+
+
+_On the Death of Addison_. Line 45.
+
+Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
+A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.
+
+
+Line 79.
+
+There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high
+The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
+
+
+_Colin and Lucy_.
+
+I hear a voice you cannot hear,
+Which says I must not stay,
+I see a hand you cannot see,
+Which beckons me away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN GAY.
+1688-1732.
+
+
+_What D'ye Call 't_.
+
+Act ii. Sc. 9.
+
+So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,
+The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Beggars' Opera_.
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+O'er the hills and far away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+How happy could I be with either,
+Were t'other dear charmer away.
+
+
+FABLES.
+
+
+_The Shepherd and the Philosopher_.
+
+Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
+O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy_.
+
+When yet was ever found a mother
+Who'd give her booby for another?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Sick Man and the Angel_.
+
+While there is life there's hope, he cried.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Hare and Many Friends_.
+
+And when a lady's in the case,
+You know all other things give place.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on Himself_.
+
+Life's a jest, and all things show it;
+I thought so once, and now I know it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE.
+1690-1762.
+
+
+_The Lady's Resolve_.
+
+Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide--
+In part she is to blame that has been tried;
+He comes too near, that comes to be denied.
+
+
+
+
+NICHOLAS ROWE.
+1673-1718.
+
+
+_The Fair Penitent_.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Is she not more than painting can express,
+Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Is this that gallant, gay Lothario?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN PHILIPS.
+1676-1708.
+
+
+_Splendid Shilling_.
+
+
+Line 121.
+
+My galligaskins, that have long withstood
+The winter's fury and encroaching frosts,
+By time subdued (what will not time subdue?)
+A horrid chasm disclosed.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS PARNELL.
+1679-1718.
+
+
+_The Hermit_. Line 5.
+
+Remote from men, with God he passed his days,
+Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
+
+
+
+
+BARTON BOOTH.
+1681-1733.
+
+
+_Song_.
+
+True as the needle to the pole,
+Or as the dial to the sun.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MATTHEW GREEN.
+1696-1737.
+
+
+_The Spleen_. Line 93.
+
+Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN BYROM.
+1691-1763.
+
+
+_'On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini_.[13]
+
+Some say, compared to Bononcini,
+That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
+Others aver that he to Handel
+Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
+Strange all this difference should be
+'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
+
+[Note 13: "Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and
+Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine." Byrom's Remains (Cheltenham
+Soc), Vol. I. p 173. The last two lines have been attributed to Switt
+and Pope. _Vide_ Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Astrologer_.
+
+As clear as a whistle.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epigram on Two Monopolists_.
+
+Bone and skin, two millers thin,
+Would starve us all, or near it;
+But be it known to Skin and Bone
+That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+BISHOP BERKELEY.
+1684-1753.
+
+
+_On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America_.
+
+Westward the course of empire takes its way;
+The four first acts already past,
+A fifth shall close the drama with the day;
+Time's noblest offspring is the last.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT BLAIR.
+1699-1746.
+
+
+_The Grave_. Part ii. Line 586.
+
+The good he scorned,
+Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
+Not to return; or if it did, in visits
+Like those of angels, short and far between.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EDWARD YOUNG.
+1681-1765.
+
+NIGHT THOUGHTS.
+
+
+Night i. Line 1.
+
+Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
+
+
+Night i. Line 55.
+
+The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
+But from its loss.
+
+
+Night i. Line 154.
+
+To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
+
+
+Night i. Line 390.
+
+Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.
+
+
+Night i. Line 393.
+
+Procrastination is the thief of time.
+
+
+Night i. Line 417.
+
+At thirty man suspects himself a fool;
+Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
+
+
+Night i. Line 424.
+
+All men think all men mortal but themselves.
+
+
+Night ii. Line 376.
+
+'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
+And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
+
+
+Night ii. Line 602.
+
+How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
+
+
+Night ii. Line 633.
+
+The chamber where the good man meets his fate
+Is privileged beyond the common walk
+Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
+
+
+Night iii. Line 81.
+
+Beautiful as sweet!
+And young as beautiful! and soft as young!
+And gay as soft! and innocent as gay!
+
+
+Night iii. Line 104
+
+Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay.
+
+
+Night iv. Line 10.
+
+The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
+The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm.
+
+
+Night iv. Line 15.
+
+Man makes a death, which nature never made.
+
+
+Night iv. Line 118.
+
+Man wants but little, nor that little long.
+
+
+Night v. Line 775.
+
+The man of wisdom is the man of years.
+
+
+Night v. Line 1011.
+
+Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
+
+
+Night vi. Line 309.
+
+Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps.
+And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
+
+
+Night vi. Line 606.
+
+And all may do what has by man been done.
+
+
+Night vii. Line 496.
+
+The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
+
+
+Night ix. Line 771.
+
+An undevout astronomer is mad.
+
+
+Night ix. Line 1660.
+
+Emblazed to seize the sight; who runs, may read.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+LOVE OF FAME.
+
+
+Satire i. Line 89.
+
+Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
+And think they grow immortal as they quote.
+
+Satire i. Line 238.
+
+None think the great unhappy, but the great.
+
+
+Satire ii. Line 207.
+
+Where nature's end of language is declined,
+And men talk only to conceal their mind.[14]
+
+[Note 14: "Ils n'emploient les paroles que pour deguiser leurs
+pensées "--_Voltaire_.]
+
+
+Satire vii. Line 97.
+
+How commentators each dark passage shun,
+And hold their farthing candle to the sun.[15]
+
+[Note 15: Imitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part I.,
+Introduction, and taken originally from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy,
+Part III. Sec. 2. Mem. 1. Subs 2. "But to enlarge or illustrate this
+power or effects of love is to set a candle in the sun."]
+
+
+_Lines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield_.
+
+Accept a miracle, instead of wit,
+See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+HENRY CAREY.
+1663-1743.
+
+
+_God save the King_.[16]
+
+God save our gracious king,
+Long live our noble king,
+God save the king.
+
+[Note 16: The authorship both of the words and music of "God save the
+King" has long been a matter of dispute, and is still unsettled, though
+the weight of the evidence is in favor of Carey's claim.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Chrononhotonthologos_. Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+To thee, and gentle Rigdum Funnidos,
+Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+Go call a coach, and let a coach be called,
+And let the man who calleth be the caller;
+And in his calling let him nothing call
+But Coach! Coach! Coach! O for a coach, ye gods!
+
+
+
+
+ISAAC WATTS.
+1674-1748.
+
+DIVINE SONGS.
+
+To God the Father, God the Son,
+And God the Spirit, three in one,
+Be honor, praise, and glory given,
+By all on earth, and all in heaven.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber
+Holy angels guard thy bed!
+Heavenly blessings without number
+Gently falling on thy head.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
+For God hath made them so;
+Let bears and lions growl and fight.
+For 'tis their nature too.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+How doth the little busy bee
+Improve each shining hour,
+And gather honey all the day,
+From every opening flower.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
+'Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard him complain,
+"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."
+
+
+
+
+SIR SAMUEL TUKE.
+--1673.
+
+
+_Adventures of Five Hours_. Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+He is a fool who thinks by force or skill
+To turn the current of a woman's will.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+AARON HILL
+1685-1750.
+
+
+_Epilogue to Zara_.
+
+First, then, a woman will, or won't--depend on 't;
+If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't.
+But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
+Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.[17]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Verses Written on a Window in Scotland_.
+
+Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
+And it stings you for your pains;
+Grasp it like a man of mettle,
+And it soft as silk remains.
+
+[Note 17: The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on
+the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:
+"Where is the man who has the power and skill
+To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
+For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;
+And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't."]
+
+
+'Tis the same with common natures:
+Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
+But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
+And the rogues obey you well.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD SAVAGE.
+1698-1743.
+
+
+_The Bastard_. Line 7.
+
+He lives to build, not boast a generous race:
+No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JAMES THOMSON.
+1700-1748.
+THE SEASONS.
+
+
+_Spring_. Line 283.
+
+Base envy withers at another's joy,
+And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
+
+
+Line 465.
+
+But who can paint
+Like Nature? Can imagination boast,
+Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
+
+
+Line 1149.
+
+Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,--
+To teach the young idea how to shoot,--
+
+
+Line 1158.
+
+An elegant sufficiency, content,
+Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books.
+Ease and alternate labor, useful life,
+Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Summer_. Line 1188.
+
+Sighed and looked unutterable things.
+
+
+Line 1285.
+
+A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
+Of mighty monarchs.
+
+
+Line 1346.
+
+So stands the statue that enchants the world.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Autumn_. Line 204.
+
+Loveliness
+Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
+But is when unadorned, adorned the most.
+
+
+Line 283.
+
+For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh,
+Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Winter_. Line 393.
+
+Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hymn_. Line 25.
+
+Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade.
+
+
+Line 114.
+
+From seeming evil still educing good.
+
+
+Line 118.
+
+Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Castle of Indolence_. Canto i. St. 69.
+
+A little round, fat, oily man of God.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Alfred_. Act ii. Sc. 5.
+
+Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves;
+Britons never will be slaves.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Song, "Forever, Fortune."_
+
+Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
+An unrelenting foe to love;
+And, when we meet a mutual heart,
+Step rudely in, and bid us part?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Sophonisba_. Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O![18]
+
+[Note 18: This line was altered, after the second edition, to "O
+Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN DYER.
+1700-1758.
+
+
+_Grongar Hill_. Line 163.
+
+Ever charming, ever new,
+When will the landscape tire the view.
+
+
+Line 123.
+
+As yon summits soft and fair,
+Clad in colors of the air,
+Which to those who journey near
+Barren, brown, and rough appear.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+PHILIP DODDRIDGE.
+1702-1751.
+
+
+_Epigram on his Family Arms_.
+
+Live while you live, the epicure would say,
+And seize the pleasures of the present day;
+Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
+And give to God each moment as it flies.
+Lord, in my views let both united be;
+I live in pleasure, when I live to thee.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT DODSLEY
+1703-1764.
+
+
+_The Parting Kiss_.
+
+One kind kiss before we part,
+Drop a tear and bid adieu;
+Though we sever, my fond heart
+Till we meet shall pant for you.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SAMUEL JOHNSON.
+1709-1784.
+
+
+_Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre_.
+
+Each exchange of many-colored life he drew,
+Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new,
+And panting time toiled after him in vain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+For we that live to please must please to live.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Vanity of Human Wishes_.
+
+
+Line 1.
+
+Let observation with extensive view
+Survey mankind, from China to Peru.[19]
+
+[Note 19: The Universal Love of Pleasure, line 1: "All human race,
+from China to Peru, Pleasure, however disguised by art, pursue." _Rev.
+Thos. Warton_.]
+
+
+Line 159.
+
+There mark what ills the scholar's life assail--
+Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
+
+Line 221.
+
+He left the name, at which the world grew pale,
+To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
+
+
+Line 257.
+
+Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know
+That life protracted is protracted woe.
+
+
+Line 306.
+
+Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage.
+
+
+Line 318.
+
+And Swift expires, a driveller and a show.
+
+
+Line 346.
+
+Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate.
+
+
+_London_. Line 166.
+
+Of all the griefs that harass the distressed,
+Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.
+
+
+Line 176.
+
+This mournful truth is everywhere confessed,
+Slow rises worth by poverty depressed.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller_.
+
+How small, of all that human hearts endure,
+That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
+Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
+Our own felicity we make or find.
+With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
+Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village_.
+
+Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_From Dr. Madden's_ "_Boulter's Monument_."
+
+_Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson_. 1745.
+
+Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.
+
+
+_Basselas_. Chapter i.
+
+Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers
+of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms
+of hope; who expect that age will perform
+the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies
+of the present day will be supplied by
+the morrow; attend to the history of Rasselas,
+Prince of Abyssinia.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on Robert Levett_.
+
+In Misery's darkest cavern known,
+His useful care was ever nigh,
+Where hopeless Anguish poured his groan,
+And lonely Want retired to die.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on Claudius Phillips, the Musician_.
+
+Phillips, whose touch harmonious could remove
+The pangs of guilty power or hapless love;
+Rest here, distressed by poverty no more,
+Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before;
+Sleep, undisturbed, within this peaceful shrine,
+Till angels wake thee with a note like thine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+LORD LYTTELTON
+1709-1773.
+
+
+_Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus_.
+
+For his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught lyre
+None but the noblest passions to inspire,
+Not one immoral, one corrupted thought,
+One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
+
+
+_Epigram_.
+
+None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair,
+But love can hope where reason would despair.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country_.
+
+Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
+Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Song_.
+
+Alas! by some degree of woe
+We every bliss must gain;
+The heart can ne'er a transport know,
+That never feels a pain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EDWARD MOORE.
+1712-1757.
+
+
+_Fable IX. The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat_.
+
+Can't I another's face commend,
+And to her virtues be a friend,
+But instantly your forehead lowers,
+As if _her_ merit lessened _yours_?
+
+
+_Fable X. The Spider and the Bee_.
+
+The maid who modestly conceals
+Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
+Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
+Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But from the hoop's bewitching round,
+Her very shoe has power to wound.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Happy Marriage_.
+
+Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
+And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Gamester_. Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+'Tis now the summer of your youth: time
+has not cropt the roses from your cheek,
+though sorrow long has washed them.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM SHENSTONE.
+1714-1763.
+
+
+_Written on the Window of an Inn_.
+
+Whoe'er has traveled life's dull round,
+Where'er his stages may have been,
+May sigh to think he still has found
+His warmest welcome at an inn.
+
+
+_Jemmy Dawson_.
+
+For seldom shall you hear a tale
+So sad, so tender, and so true.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Schoolmistress_.
+
+Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
+Emblems right meet of decency does yield.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN BROWN.
+1715-1766.
+
+
+_Barbarossa_. Act. v. Sc. 3.
+
+Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced
+That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,
+That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour
+Serves but to brighten all our future days.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DAVID GARRICK.
+1716-1779.
+
+
+_Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776, 10th of June_.
+
+Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind;
+A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
+
+
+_On the Death of Mr. Pelham_.
+
+Let others hail the rising sun:
+I bow to that whose race is run.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS GRAY.
+1716-1771.
+
+
+_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College_.
+
+Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
+Ah, fields beloved in vain!
+Where once my careless childhood strayed,
+A stranger yet to pain!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Alas! regardless of their doom,
+The little victims play;
+No sense have they of ills to come,
+Nor care beyond to-day.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No more: where ignorance is bliss,
+'Tis folly to be wise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Progress of Poesy_.
+
+O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
+The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
+Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Bard_.
+
+Give ample room, and verge enough.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Elegy in a Country Churchyard_.
+
+The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The short and simple annals of the poor.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
+The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed,
+Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
+And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.
+
+
+And read their history in a nation's eyes.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
+And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Along the cool, sequestered vale of life
+They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And many a holy text around she strews,
+That teach the rustic moralist to die.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
+E'en in our ashes, live their wonted fires.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The bosom of his Father and his God.
+
+
+_Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude_.
+
+The meanest floweret of the vale,
+The simplest note that swells the gale,
+The common sun, the air, the skies,
+To him are opening paradise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM COLLINS.
+1720-1756.
+
+
+_Ode in 1746_.
+
+How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
+By all their country's wishes blessed!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+By fairy hands their knell is rung;
+By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
+There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
+To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
+And Freedom shall awhile repair,
+To dwell a weeping hermit there.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Passions_. Line 1.
+
+When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
+While yet in early Greece she sung.
+
+
+Line 10.
+
+Filled with fury, rapt, inspired.
+
+
+Line 28.
+
+'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.
+
+
+Line 60.
+
+In notes by distance made more sweet.
+
+
+Line 68.
+
+In hollow murmurs died away.
+
+
+Line 95.
+
+O Music! sphere-descended maid,
+Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Eclogue_ 1. Line 5.
+
+Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell;
+'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ode on the Death of Thomson_.
+
+In yonder grave a Druid lies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MARK AKENSIDE.
+1721-1770.
+
+
+_Epistle to Curio_.
+
+The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
+And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+NATHANIEL COTTON.
+1721-1788.
+
+
+_The Fireside_. St. 3.
+
+If solid happiness we prize,
+Within our breast this jewel lies;
+And they are fools who roam:
+The world has nothing to bestow;
+From our own selves our joys must flow,
+And that dear hut--our home.
+
+
+St. 13.
+
+Thus hand in hand through life we'll go;
+Its checkered paths of joy and woe
+With cautious steps we'll tread.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN HOME.
+1722-1808.
+
+
+_Douglas_. Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+In the first days
+Of my distracting grief, I found myself
+As women wish to be who love their lords.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
+My father fed his flocks.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+OLIVER GOLDSMITH.
+1728-1774.
+
+THE TRAVELLER.
+
+
+Line 1.
+
+Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.
+
+
+Line 7.
+
+Where er I roam, whatever realms to see,
+My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee.
+
+
+Line 22.
+
+And learn the luxury of doing good.
+
+
+Line 26.
+
+Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view.
+
+
+Line 77.
+
+Such is the patriot's boast, where er we roam,
+His first, best country ever is at home.
+
+
+Line 153.
+
+By sports like these are all his cares beguiled,
+The sports of children satisfy the child.
+
+
+Line 172.
+
+But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
+
+
+Line 217.
+
+So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar.
+But bind him to his native mountains more.
+
+
+Line 251.
+
+Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
+Have led their children through the mirthful maze;
+And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore,
+Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore.
+
+
+Line 327.
+
+Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
+I see the lords of human kind pass by.
+
+
+Line 372.
+
+For just experience tells, in every soil,
+That those that think must govern those that toil.
+
+
+Line 386.
+
+Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
+
+
+Line 409.
+
+Forced from their homes, a melancholy train.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE DESERTED VILLAGE.
+
+
+Line 14.
+
+For talking age and whispering lovers made.
+
+
+Line 51.
+
+Ill fares the land to hastening ills a prey,
+Where wealth accumulates, and men decay,
+Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade,
+A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
+But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
+When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
+
+
+Line 62.
+
+And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
+
+
+Line 100.
+
+A youth of labor with an age of ease.
+
+
+Line 110.
+
+While resignation gently slopes the way--
+And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
+His heaven commences ere the world be past!
+
+
+Line 122.
+
+And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
+
+
+Line 141.
+
+A man he was to all the country dear,
+And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
+
+
+Line 158.
+
+Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
+
+
+Line 161.
+
+Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
+His pity gave ere charity began.
+
+
+Line 164.
+
+And even his failings leaned to virtue's side.
+
+
+Line 170.
+
+Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
+
+
+Line 180.
+
+And fools who came to scoff remained to pray.
+
+
+Line 184.
+
+And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.
+
+
+Line 192.
+
+Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
+
+
+Line 196.
+
+The village master taught his little school.
+
+
+Line 203.
+
+Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
+Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
+
+
+Line 212.
+
+For even though vanquished, he could argue still;
+While words of learned length and thundering sound
+Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;
+And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew
+That one small head could carry all he knew.
+
+
+Line 229.
+
+Contrived a double debt to pay.
+
+
+Line 254.
+
+One native charm than all the gloss of art.
+
+
+Line 264.
+
+The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.
+
+
+Line 329.
+
+Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
+Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
+
+
+Line 385.
+
+O Luxury! thou cursed by Heaven's decree.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+RETALIATION.
+
+
+Line 24.
+
+Who mixed reason with pleasure and wisdom with mirth.
+
+
+Line 31.
+
+Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind,
+And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
+
+
+Line 37.
+
+Though equal to all things, for all things unfit.
+
+
+Line 94.
+
+An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+VICAR OF WAKEFIELD.
+
+
+Chapter viii. _The Hermit_.
+
+Man wants but little here below,
+Nor wants that little long.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Chapter xvii. _Elegy on a Mad Dog_.
+
+The roan recovered of the bite,
+The dog it was that died.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Chapter xxiv.
+
+When lovely woman stoops to folly,
+And finds too late that men betray,
+What charm can soothe her melancholy?
+What art can wash her guilt away?
+The only art her guilt to cover,
+To hide her shame from every eye,
+To give repentance to her lover,
+And wring his bosom, is--to die.
+
+
+_Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaise_.
+
+The king himself has followed her
+When she has walked before.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+TOBIAS SMOLLETT.
+1721-1771.
+
+
+_Ode to Independence_.
+
+Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;
+Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,
+Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
+Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS PERCY.
+1728-1811.
+
+
+_Reliques of English Poetry. The Baffled Knight_.
+
+He that wold not when he might,
+He shall not when he wolda.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Friar of Orders Gray_.
+
+Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
+Thy sorrow is in vain;
+For violets plucked the sweetest showers
+Will ne'er make grow again.
+Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
+Men were deceivers ever;
+One foot on sea, and one on shore,
+To one thing constant never.
+
+
+_From Byrd's Psalmes, Sonets, &c_. 1588.
+
+My mind to me a kingdom is;
+Such perfect joy therein I find,
+As far exceeds all earthly bliss
+That God and Nature hath assigned.
+Though much I want that most would have,
+Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+BEILBY PORTEUS.
+1731-1808.
+
+
+_Death, a Poem_. Line 154.
+
+One murder makes a villain,
+Millions a hero.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JAMES BEATTIE.
+1735-1766.
+
+
+_The Minstrel_. Book i. St. 1.
+
+Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
+The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Hermit_. Line 8.
+He thought as a sage, but he felt as a man.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epigram_. _The Bucks had dined_.
+
+How hard their lot who neither won nor lost.
+
+
+
+
+CHARLES CHURCHILL.
+1741-1764.
+
+
+_The Rosciad_. Line 861.
+
+But spite of all the criticising elves,
+Those who would make us feel--must feel themselves.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MRS. THEALE.
+1740-1822.
+
+
+_Three Warnings_.
+
+The tree of deepest root is found
+Least willing still to quit the ground;
+'Twas therefore said, by ancient sages,
+That love of life increased with years
+So much, that in our latter stages,
+When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,
+The greatest love of life appears.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM COWPER.
+1731-1800.
+
+THE TASK.
+
+
+Book i. _The Sofa_.
+
+God made the county, and man made the town.[20]
+
+[Note 20: "God the first garden made, and the first city Cain."--Cowley]
+
+
+Book ii. _The Timepiece_.
+
+O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
+Some boundless contiguity of shade,
+Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
+Of unsuccessful or successful war,
+Might never roach me more.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Mountains interposed
+Make enemies of nations, who had else,
+Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+England, with all thy faults, I love thee still.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Praise enough
+To fill the ambition of a private man,
+That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There is a pleasure in poetic pains
+Which only poets know.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Variety's the very spice of life,
+That gives it all its flavor.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Book iii. _The Garden_.
+
+Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
+Of Paradise that hast survived the fall!
+
+How various his employments whom the world
+jails idle; and who justly in return
+Esteems that busy world an idler too!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Book iv. _Winter Evening_.
+
+And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn
+Throws up a steamy column, and the cups
+That cheer, but not inebriate, wait on each,
+So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
+To peep at such a world; to see the stir
+Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Book v. _Winter Morn in a Walk_.
+
+He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Book vi. _Winter Walk at Noon_.
+
+There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
+And as the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased
+With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;
+Some chord in unison with what we hear
+Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Here the heart
+May give a useful lesson to the head,
+And Learning wiser grow without his books.
+
+
+_Tirocinium_.
+
+Shine by the side of every path we tread
+With such a lustre, he that runs may read.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Retirement_.
+
+Built God a church, and laughed His word to scorn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude!
+But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
+Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Conversation_.
+
+A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_John Gilpin_.
+
+That, though on pleasure she was bent,
+She had a frugal mind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+To dash through thick and thin.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A hat not much the worse for wear
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lines to his Mother's Picture_.
+
+O that those lips had language! Life has passed
+With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
+
+
+_Walking with God_.
+
+What peaceful hours I once enjoyed?
+How sweet their memory still!
+But they have left an aching void,
+The world can never fill.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+VERSES,
+_Supposed to be Written by Alexander Selkirk_.
+
+I am monarch of all I survey,
+My right there is none to dispute.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+O Solitude! where are the charms
+That sages have seen in thy face?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But the sound of the church-going bell
+Those valleys and rocks never heard,
+Never sighed at the sound of a knell,
+Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+How fleet is a glance of the mind!
+Compared with the speed of its flight,
+The tempest itself lags behind,
+And the swift-winged arrows of light.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+W. J. MICKLE.
+1734-1788.
+
+
+_The Mariner's Wife_.
+
+His very foot has music in 't
+As he comes up the stairs.
+
+
+
+
+JOHN LANGHORNE.
+1735-1779.
+
+
+_The Country Justice_.
+
+
+Part i
+
+Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew;
+The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew,
+Gave the sad presage of his future years,
+The child of misery, baptized in tears.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DR. WALCOTT.
+1738-1819.
+
+
+_Peter Pindar's Expostulatory Odes to a great Duke
+and a little Lord_. _Ode XV_.
+
+Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
+And every grin, so merry, draws one out.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MRS. BARBAULD.
+1743-1825.
+
+
+_Warrington Academy_.
+
+Man is the noblest growth our realms supply,
+And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR WILLIAM JONES.
+1746-1794.
+
+
+_A Persian Song of Hafiz_.
+
+Go boldly forth, my simple lay,
+Whose accents flow with artless ease,
+Like orient pearls at random strung.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ode in Imitation of Alcoeus_.
+
+What constitutes a state?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Men who their duties know,
+But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And sovereign law, that state's collected will,
+O'er thrones and globes elate,
+Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,
+Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.[21]
+
+[Note 21: "Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend
+in prayer, the rest on nature fix."--_Sir Edward Coke_.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CAPTAIN CHARLES MORRIS.
+--1832.
+
+
+_Billy Pitt and the Farmer_.
+
+Solid men of Boston, make no long orations;
+Solid men of Boston, drink no deep potations.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN TRUMBULL.
+1750-1881.
+
+
+_McFingal_. Canto i. Line 67.
+
+But optics sharp it needs, I ween,
+To see what is not to be seen.
+
+
+Canto iii. Line 489.
+
+No man e'er felt the halter draw,
+With good opinion of the law.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN
+1751-1816.
+
+
+_The Rivals_. Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Critic_. Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+My valor is certainly going! it is sneaking
+off! I feel it oozing out as it were at the pain,
+of my hands.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Where they do agree, their unanimity is
+wonderful.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_School for Scandal_. Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+You shall see a beautiful quarto page, where
+a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a
+meadow of margin.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
+Here's to the widow of fifty;
+Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,
+And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
+Let the toast pass;
+Drink to the lass;
+I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
+
+
+_The Duenna_. Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+I ne'er could any lustre see
+In eyes that would not look on me;
+I ne'er saw nectar on a lip
+But where my own did hope to sip.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas_.
+
+The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted
+to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GEORGE CRABBE.
+1754-1832.
+
+
+_Parish Register_.
+
+Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
+Who with no deep researches vex the brain,
+Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
+And hold their glimmering taper to the sun.
+
+
+_The Borough Schools_.
+
+Books cannot always please, however good;
+Minds are not ever craving for their food.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Borough Placers_.
+
+In this fool's paradise lie drank delight.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Birth of Flattery_.
+
+In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
+Be there a will, then wisdom finds a way.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT BURNS.
+1759-1796.
+
+
+_Tom O'Shanter_.
+
+Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
+Gather in' her brows like gatherin' storm,
+Nursin' her wrath to keep it warm.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
+O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But pleasures are like poppies spread,
+You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
+Or like the snow falls in the river,
+A moment white, then melts for ever.
+As Tammie gloured, amazed and curious,
+The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
+
+
+_To a Mouse_.
+
+The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
+Gang aft a-gley;
+An' lea'e us naught but grief and pain
+For promised joy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Scots wha hae_.
+
+Let us do, or die!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Address to the Unco Guid_.
+
+Then gently scan your brother man,
+Still gentler, sister woman;
+Though they may gang a kennin' wrang
+To step aside is human.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland_.
+
+If there's a hole in a' your coats,
+I rede you tent it;
+A chiel's amang you takin' notes,
+An', faith, he'll prent it.
+
+
+_To a Louse_.
+
+O wad some power the giftie gie us,
+To see oursel's as others see us!
+It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
+An' foolish notion.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epistle to a Young Friend_.
+
+The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip
+To haud the wretch in order;
+But where ye feel your honor grip,
+Let that aye be your border.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Twa Dogs_.
+
+His locked, lettered, braw brass collar
+Shawed him the gentleman and scholar.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epistle to James Smith_.
+
+O Life! how pleasant in thy morning,
+Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
+Cold, pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
+We frisk away,
+Like schoolboys at th' expected warning.
+To joy and play.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Despondency_.
+
+O Life! them art a galling load,
+Along a rough, a weary road,
+To wretches such as I!
+
+
+_Auld Lang Syne_.
+
+Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
+And never brought to min'?
+Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
+And days o' lang syne?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Green grow the Rashes_.
+
+Her 'prentice han' she tried on man.
+And then she made the lasses, O!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Man was made to Mourn_.
+
+Man's inhumanity to man
+Makes countless thousands mourn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Death and Dr. Hornbook_.
+
+Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Is there for honest Poverty_.
+
+The _rank_ is but the guinea's _stamp_.
+
+The man's the gowd for a' that.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A prince can mak' a belted knight,
+A marquis, duke, and a that:
+But an honest man's aboon his might,
+Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.
+
+
+_The Cotter's Saturday Night_.
+
+He wales a portion with judicious care;
+And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS MOSS.
+--1808.
+
+
+_The Beggar_.
+
+Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
+Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
+Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
+Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GEORGE COLMAN.
+1762-1836.
+
+BROAD GRINS.
+
+
+_The Maid of the Moor_.
+
+And what's impossible can't be,
+And never, never comes to pass.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Three stories high, long, dull, and old,
+As great lord's stories often are.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lodgings for Single Gentlemen_.
+
+But when ill indeed,
+E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.
+
+
+_The Poor Gentleman_.
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Prologue to the Heir ft Law_.
+
+On their own merits modest men are dumb.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS MORTON.
+1764-1836.
+
+
+_Speed the Plough_. Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+What will Mrs. Grundy say?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GEORGE CANNING.
+1770-1827.
+
+POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.
+
+
+_The Needy Knife-Grinder_.
+
+Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d--d first.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Loves of the Triangles_.
+
+
+Line 178.
+
+So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides
+The Derby dilly, carrying three insides.
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
+1770-1850.
+
+
+_Quilt and Sorrow_.
+
+St. 41.
+
+And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
+And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_My Heart Leaps up_.
+
+The Child is father of the Man.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lucy Gray_.
+
+St. 2.
+
+The sweetest thing that ever grew
+Beside a human door.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_We are Seven_.
+
+A simple Child,
+That lightly draws its breath,
+And feels its life in every limb,
+What should it know of death?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Pet Lamb_.
+
+Drink, pretty creature, drink.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Brothers_.
+
+Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
+Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
+
+
+_Stanzas written in Thomson_.
+
+A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lucy_.
+
+She dwelt among the untrodden ways
+Beside the springs of Dove,
+A maid whom there were none to praise,
+And very few to love:
+A violet by a mossy stone
+Half hidden from the eye!
+Fair as a star, when only one
+Is shining in the sky.
+She lived unknown, and few could know
+When Lucy ceased to be;
+But she is in her grave, and oh!
+The difference to me!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Solitary Reaper_.
+
+Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
+That has been, and may be again.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The music in my heart I bore,
+Long after it was heard no more.
+
+
+_Rob Hoy's Grave_.
+
+St. 9.
+
+Because the good old rule
+Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
+That they should take who have the power,
+And they should keep who can.
+
+
+_Yarrow Unvisited_.
+
+
+The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
+Float double, swan and shadow!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Sonnets to National Independence and Liberty_.
+
+
+Part i. vi
+
+Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade
+Of that which once was great is passed away.
+
+
+Part i. xiv.
+
+Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart.
+
+
+Part i. xvi.
+
+We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
+That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
+Which Milton held.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Nutting_.
+
+One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
+
+
+_She was a Phantom of Delight_.
+
+A Creature not too bright or good
+For human nature's daily food,
+For transient sorrows, simple wiles;
+Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A perfect woman, nobly planned,
+To warn, to comfort, and command.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_I Wandered Lonely_.
+
+That inward eye
+Which is the bliss of solitude.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ruth_.
+
+A Youth to whom was given
+So much of earth, so much of heaven.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Resolution and Independence_.
+
+
+Part i. St. 7
+
+I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,
+The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;
+Of him who walked in glory and in joy,
+Following his plough, along the mountainside.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hart-Leap Well_.
+
+
+Part ii
+
+"A jolly place," said he, "in times of old!
+But something ails it now: the spot is cursed."
+Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
+With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Tintern Abbey_.
+
+Sensations sweet
+Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+That best portion of a good man's life,
+His little, nameless, unremembered acts
+Of kindness and of love.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+That blessed mood,
+In which the burden of the mystery,
+In which the heavy and the weary weight
+Of all this unintelligible world,
+Is lightened.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The fretful stir
+Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,
+Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The sounding cataract
+Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,
+The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
+Their colors and their forms, were then to me
+An appetite; a feeling and a love,
+That had no need of a remoter charm
+By thoughts supplied, nor any interest
+Unborrowed from the eye.
+But hearing often-times
+The still, sad music of humanity.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To a Skylark_.
+
+Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;
+True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Peter Bell_.
+
+
+Prologue. St. 1.
+
+There's something in a flying horse,
+There's something in a huge balloon.
+
+
+Prologue. St. 27.
+
+The common growth of Mother Earth
+Suffices me--her tears, her mirths
+Her humblest mirth and tears.
+
+
+Part i. St. 12.
+
+A primrose by a river's brim
+A yellow primrose was to him,
+And it was nothing more.
+
+
+Part i. St. 15.
+
+The soft blue sky did never melt
+Into his heart; he never felt
+The witchery of the soft blue sky!
+
+
+Part i. St. 26.
+
+As if the man had fixed his face,
+In many a solitary place,
+Against the wind and open sky!
+
+
+_Miscellaneous Sonnets_.
+
+
+Part i. xxx.
+
+The holy time is quiet as a Nun
+Breathless with adoration.
+
+
+Part i. xxxiii.
+
+The world is too much with us; late and soon,
+Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
+
+
+Part i. xxxv.
+
+'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
+Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind
+Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
+And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
+
+
+Part ii. xxxvi.
+
+Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
+And all that mighty heart is lying still!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ecclesiastical Sonnets_.
+
+
+Part iii. v. _Walton's Book of Lives_.
+
+The feather, whence the pen
+Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
+Dropped from an Angel's wing.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
+
+
+_The Tables Turned_.
+
+Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,
+Or surely you'll grow double:
+Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
+Why all this toil and trouble?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+One impulse from a vernal wood
+May teach you more of man,
+Of moral evil and of good,
+Than all the sages can.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_A Poet's Epitaph_.
+
+St. 5.
+
+One that would peep and botanize
+Upon his mother's grave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Personal Talk_.
+
+St. 3.
+
+The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
+And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Small Celandine_.
+(From Poems referring to the Period of Old Age.)
+
+To be a Prodigal's Favorite--then, worse truth,
+A Miser's Pensioner--behold our lot!
+
+
+_Elegiac Stanzas suggested by a Picture of Peele
+Castle in a Storm_.
+
+St. 4.
+
+The light that never was, on sea or land,
+The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Intimations of Immorality_.
+
+
+St 5.
+
+Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
+From God, who is our home:
+Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
+
+
+St. xi.
+
+To me the meanest flower that blows can give
+Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE EXCURSION.
+
+
+Book i.
+
+The vision and the faculty divine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The good die first,
+And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
+Burn to the socket.
+
+
+Book ii.
+
+With battlements, that on their restless fronts
+Bore stars.
+
+
+Book iii.
+
+Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.
+
+
+Book iv.
+
+I have seen
+A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
+Of inland ground, applying to his ear
+The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
+To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
+Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
+Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
+Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed
+Mysterious union with its native sea.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+One in whom persuasion and belief
+Had ripened into faith, and faith become
+A passionate intuition.
+
+
+Book vi.
+
+Spires whose silent fingers point to heaven.
+
+
+Book vii.
+
+Wisdom married to immortal verse.
+
+
+Book ix.
+
+The primal duties shine aloft, like stars,
+The charities, that soothe, and heal, and bless,
+Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+HON. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER.
+1770-1834.
+
+
+_Lines to Lady A. Hamilton_.
+
+Too late I stayed--forgive the crime;
+Unheeded flew the hours.
+How noiseless falls the foot of time,
+That only treads on flowers!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DR. GEORGE SEWELL.
+--1726.
+
+When all the blandishments of life are gone,
+The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
+1772-1834
+
+_The Ancient Mariner_.
+
+
+Part i.
+
+And listens like a three years' child.
+
+
+Part ii.
+
+We were the first that ever burst
+Into that silent sea.
+As idle as a painted ship
+Upon a painted ocean.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Water, water, everywhere,
+Nor any drop to drink.
+
+
+Part iv.
+
+Alone, alone, all, all alone,
+Alone on a wide, wide sea.
+
+
+Part v.
+
+A noise like of a hidden brook
+In the leafy mouth of June.
+
+
+Part vii.
+
+He prayeth well, who loveth well
+Both man and bird and beast.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He prayeth best, who loveth best
+All things, both great and small.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A sadder and a wiser man,
+He rose the morrow morn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Christabel_. Part ii.
+
+Alas! they had been friends in youth;
+But whispering tongues can poison truth:
+And constancy lives in realms above.
+
+
+_The Devil's Thoughts_.
+
+And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin,
+Is pride that apes humility.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Love_.
+
+All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
+Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
+All are but ministers of Love,
+And feeds his sacred flame.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement_.
+
+Blest hour! it was a luxury--to be!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni_.
+
+Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
+In his steep course?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Three Graves_.
+
+A mother is a mother still,
+The holiest thing alive.
+
+
+_The Visit of the Gods_.
+
+Never, believe me,
+Appear the Immortals,
+Never alone.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Knight's Tomb_.
+
+The Knight's bones are dust,
+And his good sword rust;
+His soul is with the saints, I trust.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On Taking Leave of_--. 1817.
+To know, to esteem, to love--and then to part,
+Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Cologne_.
+
+The river Rhine, it is well known,
+Doth wash your city of Cologne;
+But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
+Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Wallenstein_.
+
+
+Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
+The fair humanities of old religion,
+The power, the beauty, and the majesty,
+That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain,
+Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,
+Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished;
+They live no longer in the faith of reason.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Death of Wallenstein_.
+
+
+Act. v. Sc. 1.
+
+Clothing the palpable and familiar
+With golden exhalations of the dawn.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Often do the spirits
+Of great events stride on before the events.
+And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT SOUTHEY.
+1774-1843.
+
+
+_Curse of Kehama_. Canto x.
+
+They sin who tell us love can die.
+With life all other passions fly,
+All others are but vanity.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CHARLES LAMB.
+1775-1834.
+
+
+_Old Familiar Faces_.
+
+I have had playmates, 1 have had companions,
+In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;
+All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
+
+
+_Detached Thoughts on Books_.
+
+Books which are no books.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS CAMPBELL.
+1777-1844.
+
+
+_Pleasures of Hope_.
+
+
+Part i. Line 7.
+
+'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
+And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
+
+
+Line 359.
+
+O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save.
+
+
+Line 381.
+
+Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
+And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
+His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
+
+
+Part ii. Line 5.
+
+Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
+The power of grace, the magic of a name?
+
+
+Line 23.
+
+Without the smile from partial beauty won,
+Of what were man?--a world without a sun.
+
+
+Line 37.
+
+The world was sad!--the garden was a wild!
+And man, the hermit, sighed--till woman smiled.
+
+
+Line 45.
+
+While Memory watches o'er the sad review
+Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
+
+
+Line 95.
+
+There shall he love, when genial mom appears,
+Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
+
+
+Line 194.
+
+That gems the starry girdle of the year.
+
+
+Line 263.
+
+Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
+Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
+
+
+Line 325.
+
+O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
+To waft us home the message of despair?
+
+
+Line 377.
+
+What though my winged hours of bliss have been,
+Like angel-visits, few and far between.
+
+
+_O'Connor's Child_.
+
+Another's sword has laid him low,
+Another's and another's;
+And every hand that dealt the blow,
+Ah me! it was a brother's!
+
+
+_Lochiel's Warning_.
+
+'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
+And coming events cast their shadows before.
+
+
+_Ye Mariners of England_.
+
+Ye mariners of England!
+That guard our native seas,
+Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
+The battle and the breeze.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Britannia needs no bulwarks,
+No towers along the steep;
+Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
+Her home is on the deep.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Soldier's Dream_.
+
+In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
+But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
+And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hohenlinden_.
+
+The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
+Who rush to glory, or the grave!
+
+
+_Gertrude of Wyoming_.
+
+Part iii. St. 1.
+
+O love! in such a wilderness as this.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WALTER SCOTT.
+1771-1832.
+
+THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 1.
+
+If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
+Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 12.
+
+I was not always a man of woe.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 22.
+
+I cannot tell how the truth may be;
+I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
+
+
+Canto iii. St. 2.
+
+Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
+And men below and saints above;
+For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
+
+
+Canto v. St. 1.
+
+Call it not vain; they do not err,
+Who say, that, when the poet dies,
+Mute Nature mourns her worshiper,
+And celebrates his obsequies.
+
+
+Canto v. St. 13.
+
+True love's the gift which God has given
+To man alone beneath the heaven.
+It is the secret sympathy,
+The silver link, the silken tie,
+Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,
+In body and in soul can bind.
+
+
+Canto vi. St. 1.
+
+Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
+Who never to himself hath said,
+This is my own, my native land!
+Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
+As home his footsteps he hath turned
+Prom wandering on a foreign strand?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
+
+
+Canto vi. St. 2.
+
+O Caledonia! stern and wild,
+Meet nurse for a poetic child!
+Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;
+Land of the mountain and the flood.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Marmion_.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 27.
+
+'Tis an old tale, and often told.
+
+
+Canto v. St. 12.
+
+With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
+
+
+Canto vi. St. 14.
+
+And dar'st thou then
+To beard the lion in his den?
+
+
+Canto vi. St. 30,
+
+O woman! in our hours of ease,
+Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
+And variable as the shade
+By the light quivering aspen made,
+When pain and anguish wring the brow,
+A ministering angel thou!
+
+
+Canto vi. St. 32.
+
+Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!
+Were the last words of Marmion.
+
+
+Canto vi. Last Lines.
+
+To all, to each, a fair good night,
+And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Lady of the Lake_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 18.
+
+And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
+A nymph, a naiad, or a grace,
+Of finer form or lovelier face.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A foot more light, a step more true,
+Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 21.
+
+On his bold visage middle age
+Had slightly pressed its signet sage.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 22.
+
+Some feelings are to mortals given
+With less of earth in them than heaven.
+
+
+Canto iv. St. 1.
+
+The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
+And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
+
+
+Canto iv. St. 30.
+
+Art thou a friend to Roderick?
+
+
+Canto v. St. 10.
+
+Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
+From its firm base as soon as I.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And the stern joy which warriors feel
+In foemen worthy of their steel.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Lord of the Isles_.
+
+
+Canto v. Stanza 18.
+
+O many a shaft, at random sent,
+Finds mark, the archer little meant!
+And many a word at random spoken
+May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Old Mortality_.
+
+
+Vol. ii. Chapter xxi.
+
+Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
+To all the sensual world proclaim,
+One crowded hour of glorious life
+Is worth an age without a name.
+
+
+_Bob Roy_.
+
+
+Vol. i. Chapter ii.
+
+O for the voice of that wild horn
+On Fontarabian echoes borne.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Monastery_.
+
+
+Vol. i. Chapter ii.
+
+Within that awful volume lies
+The mystery of mysteries!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS MOORE.
+1780-1852.
+
+
+_Lalla Rookh_. _The Fire-Worshippers_.
+
+O, ever thus from childhood's hour
+I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
+I never loved a tree or flower,
+But 'twas the first to fade away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Light of the Harem_.
+
+Alas! how light a cause may move
+Dissension between hearts that love!
+Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
+And sorrow but more closely tied;
+That stood the storm when waves were rough,
+Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
+Like ships that have gone down at sea,
+When heaven was all tranquillity.
+
+
+_All that's bright must fade_.
+
+All that's bright must fade--
+The brightest still the fleetest;
+All that's sweet was made
+But to be lost when sweetest.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Farewell! But whenever you welcome the hour_.
+
+You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
+But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+REGINALD HEBER.
+1783-1826.
+
+
+_Christman Hymn_.
+
+Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
+Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Missionary Hymn_.
+
+From Greenland's icy mountains,
+From India's coral strand,
+Where Afric's sunny fountains
+Roll down their golden sand.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Palestine_.
+
+No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
+Like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung.
+Majestic silence!
+
+
+
+
+
+JONATHAN M. SEWALL.
+
+
+_Epilogue to Cato_.
+
+
+_Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth_, N. H., 1778.
+
+No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,
+But the whole boundless continent is yours.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SAMUEL WOODWORTH.
+1785-1842.
+
+The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
+The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+LORD BYRON.
+1788-1821.
+
+
+_Childe Harold_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 9.
+
+Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
+And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 2.
+
+A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
+
+
+Stanza 6.
+
+The dome of Thought, the palace of the soul.
+
+
+Stanza 23.
+
+Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
+
+
+Stanza 73.
+
+Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
+Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
+
+
+Stanza 76.
+
+Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not,
+Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?
+
+
+Stanza 88.
+
+Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Age shakes Athena's towers, but spares gray Marathon.
+
+
+Canto iii. St. 1.
+
+Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
+
+
+Stanza 21.
+
+There was a sound of revelry by night.
+And all went merry as a marriage-bell.
+
+
+Stanza 28.
+
+Battle's magnificently stern array!
+
+
+Stanza 55.
+
+The castled crag of Drachenfels
+Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.
+
+
+Stanza 92.
+
+The sky is changed! and such a change! O night,
+And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,
+Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
+Of a dark eye in woman.
+
+
+Stanza 113.
+
+I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
+
+
+Canto iv. St. 1.
+
+I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs.
+
+
+Stanza 24.
+
+The cold--the changed--perchance the dead anew,
+The mourned--the loved--the lost--too many! yet how few!
+
+
+Stanza 49.
+
+Fills
+The air around with beauty.
+
+
+Stanza 69.
+
+The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss.
+
+
+Stanza 79.
+
+The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
+
+
+Stanza 109.
+
+Man!
+Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
+
+
+Stanza 115.
+
+The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
+
+
+Stanza 145.
+
+While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand
+When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
+And when Home falls, the world.[22]
+
+[Note 22: The exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century is
+recorded by the Venerable Bede]
+
+
+Stanza 177.
+
+O that the desert were my dwelling-place,
+With one fair spirit for my minister,
+That I might all forget the human race,
+And, hating no one, love but only her!
+
+
+Stanza 178.
+
+There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
+There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
+There is society where none intrudes
+By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
+
+
+Stanza 179.
+
+Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
+
+
+Stanza 185.
+
+And what is writ, is writ.
+Would it were worthier!
+
+
+_Memoranda from his Life_.
+
+I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Giaour_. Line 72.
+
+Before decay's effacing fingers
+Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
+
+
+Line 92.
+
+So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
+We start, for soul is wanting there.
+
+
+Line 106.
+
+Shrine of the mighty! can it be
+That this is all remains of thee?
+
+
+Line 123.
+
+For freedom's battle, once begun,
+Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son,
+Though baffled oft, is ever won.
+
+
+Line 418.
+
+And lovelier things have mercy shown
+To every failing but their own;
+And every won a tear can claim,
+Except an erring sister's shame.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Parasina_. St. 1.
+
+It is the hour when from the boughs
+The nightingale's high note is heard;
+It is the hour when lovers' vows
+Seem sweet in every whispered word.
+
+
+_The Bride of Abydos_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 1.
+
+Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle.
+
+
+Stanza 6.
+
+The light of love, the purity of grace,
+The mind, the music breathing from her face,
+The heart whose softness harmonized the whole
+And oh! that eye was in itself a soul!
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 20.
+
+Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
+The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
+And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace.[23]
+
+[Note 23: "Solitudinem fociunt--pacem appellant."
+--_Tacitus, Agricola_, cap. 30.]
+
+
+_Darkness_.
+
+I had a dream which was not all a dream.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lara_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 2.
+
+Lord of himself--that heritage of woe!
+
+
+_The Corsair_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 1.
+
+O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea;
+Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
+Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
+Survey our empire, and behold our home.
+
+
+Stanza 3.
+
+She walks the waters like a thing of life,
+And seems to dare the elements to strife.
+
+
+Stanza 8.
+
+The power of Thought--the magic of the Mind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The many still must labor for the one!
+
+
+Stanza 9.
+
+There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
+Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed Farewell!
+
+
+Stanza 15.
+
+Farewell!
+For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
+We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
+
+
+Canto iii. St. 22.
+
+No words suffice the secret soul to show,
+For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
+
+
+Stanza 24.
+
+He left a corsair's name to other times,
+Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Beppo_.
+
+
+Stanza 27.
+
+For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
+Will back their own opinions by a wager.
+
+
+Stanza 45.
+
+Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
+Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
+
+
+Stanza 80.
+
+O Mirth and Innocence! O Milk and Water!
+Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Dream_.
+
+And both were young, and one was beautiful.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And to his eye
+There was but one beloved face on earth,
+And that was shining on him.
+A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And they were canopied by the blue sky,
+so cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
+That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
+
+
+_The Waltz_.
+
+Hands promiscuously applied,
+Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_English Bards_.
+
+'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
+A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+As soon
+Seek roses in December--ice in June.
+Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Believe a woman, or an epitaph,
+Or any other thing that's false, before
+You trust in critics.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Perverts the Prophets, and purloins the
+Psalms.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Monody on the Death of Sheridan_.
+
+When all of Genius which can perish dies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
+
+Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,
+And broke the die in moulding Sheridan.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Don Juan_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 22.
+
+But, O ye lords of ladies intellectual!
+Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all?
+
+
+Canto i. St. 117.
+
+Whispering I will ne'er consent, consented.
+
+
+Canto xiii. St. 95.
+
+Society is now one polished horde,
+Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored_.
+
+
+Canto xv. St. 13.
+
+The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
+An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hebrew Melodies_.
+
+She walks in beauty, like the night
+Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
+And all that's best of dark and bright
+Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
+Thus mellowed to that tender light
+Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
+
+
+
+
+
+CHARLES WOLFE.
+1791-1823.
+
+
+_The Burial of Sir John Moore_.
+
+Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
+But we left him alone with his glory!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
+1795-1820.
+
+
+_The American flag_.
+
+When Freedom from her mountain height
+Unfurled her standard to the air,
+She tore the azure robe of night,
+And set the stars of glory there.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN KEATS.
+1796-1820.
+
+
+_Endymion_. Line 1.
+
+A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_St. Agnes' Eve_. Stanza 27.
+
+Music's golden tongue
+Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hyperion_. Line 5.
+
+That large utterance of the early gods.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT POLLOK.
+1798-1827.
+
+
+_The Course of Time_.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 616.
+
+He was a man
+Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
+To serve the devil in.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS HOOD.
+1798-1845.
+
+
+_The Death-Bed_.
+
+We watched her breathing through the night,
+Her breathing soft and low,
+in her breast the wave of life
+Kept heaving to and fro.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Our very hopes belied our fears,
+Our fears our hopes belied;
+We thought her dying when she slept,
+And sleeping when she died.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Bridge of Sighs_.
+
+One more Unfortunate
+Weary of breath,
+Rashly importunate,
+Gone to her death.
+
+
+Take her up tenderly,
+Lift her with care;
+Fashioned so slenderly
+Young, and so fair!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SAMUEL ROGERS.
+
+
+_Human Life_.
+
+A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding,
+Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
+Till waked and kindled by the master's spell;
+And feeling hearts--touch them but rightly--pour
+A thousand melodies unheard before!
+Then, never less alone than when alone,
+Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
+Loved and still loves--not dead, but gone before--
+He gathers round him.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_A Wish_.
+
+Mine be a cot beside the hill;
+A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear;
+A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
+With many a fall, shall linger near.
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES.
+
+
+_Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube_.
+
+
+Stanza 2.
+
+But on and up, where Nature's heart
+Beats strong amid the hills.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Men of Old_.
+
+Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them,
+Like instincts, unawares.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A man's best things are nearest him,
+Lie close about his feet.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+BRYAN W. PROCTOR.
+
+
+_The Sea_.
+
+The sea! the sea! the open sea!
+The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I never was on the dull, tame shore,
+But I loved the great sea more and more.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ALFRED TENNYSON.
+
+
+_Locksley Hall_.
+
+He will hold thee, when his passion shall have
+spent its novel force,
+Something better than his dog, a little dearer
+than his horse.
+
+
+I will take some savage woman, she shall rear
+my dusky race.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of
+Cathay.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_In Memoriam_. xxvii.
+
+'Tis better to have loved and lost
+Than never to have loved at all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Fatima_. St. 3.
+
+O Love, O fire! once he drew
+With one long kiss my whole soul through
+My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Princess_. Canto iv.
+
+Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
+Tears from the depth of some divine despair
+Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
+In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
+And thinking of the days that are no more.
+
+Dear as remembered kisses after death,
+And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
+On lips that are for others; deep as love,
+Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
+O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
+
+
+Canto 7.
+
+Sweet is every sound,
+Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;
+Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,
+The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
+And murmuring of innumerable bees.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Happy he
+With such a mother! faith in womankind
+Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
+Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
+He shall not blind his soul with clay.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lady Clara Vere de Vere_.
+
+From yon blue heaven above us bent,
+The grand old gardener and his wife
+Smile at the claims of loner descent.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+HENRY TAYLOR
+
+
+_Philip Van Artevelde_.
+
+
+Part i. Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+The world knows nothing of its greatest men.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON.
+
+
+_Richelieu_. Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Beneath the rule of men entirely great
+The pen is mightier than the sword.
+
+
+
+
+PHILIP JAMES BAILEY.
+
+
+_Festus_.
+
+We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
+In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
+We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
+Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS K. HERVEY.
+
+
+_The Devil's Progress_.
+
+The tomb of him who would have made
+The world too glad and free.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He stood beside a cottage lone,
+And listened to a lute,
+One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,
+And the nightingale was mute!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles,
+But never came to shore!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JAMES ALDRICH.
+
+
+_A Death-Bed_.
+
+Her suffering ended with the day,
+Yet lived she at its close,
+And breathed the long, long night away,
+In statue-like repose!
+
+But when the sun, in all his state,
+Illumined the eastern skies,
+She passed through Glory's morning gate,
+And walked in Paradise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
+
+
+_Thanatopsis_.
+
+To him who in the love of Nature holds
+Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
+A various language.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Go forth, under the open sky, and list
+To Nature's teachings.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Sustained and soothed
+By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
+Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch.
+About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_March_.
+
+The stormy March has come at last,
+With wind and clouds and changing skies;
+I hear the rushing of the blast
+That through the snowy valley flies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Autumn Woods_.
+
+But 'neath yon crimson tree,
+Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
+Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
+Her blush of maiden shame.
+
+
+_Forest Hymn_.
+
+The groves were God's first temples.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Death of the Flowers_.
+
+The melancholy days are come,
+The saddest of the year,
+Of wailing winds, and naked woods,
+And meadows brown and sear.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Battlefield_.
+
+Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:
+The eternal years of God are hers;
+But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
+And dies among his worshippers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.
+
+
+_Marco Bozzaris_.
+
+Strike--for your altars and your fires;
+Strike--for the green graves of y our sires;
+God, and your native land!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+One of the few, the immortal names,
+That were not born to die.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake_.
+
+Green be the turf above thee,
+Friend of my better days;
+None knew thee but to love thee,
+Nor named thee but to praise.
+
+
+_Burns_.
+
+Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines,
+Shrines to no code or creed confined--
+The Delphian vales, the Palestines,
+The Meccas of the mind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CHARLES SPRAGUE.
+
+
+_Curiosity_.
+
+Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,
+Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends,
+An incarnation of fat dividends.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Centennial Ode_.
+
+
+Stanza 22.
+
+Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze
+We lift our heads, a race of other days.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To my Cigar_.
+
+Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
+In learned doctor's spite;
+Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
+And lap me in delight.
+
+
+
+
+HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.
+
+
+_A Psalm of Life_.
+
+Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
+"Life is but an empty dream!"
+For the soul is dead that slumbers,
+And things are not what they seem.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Let the dead Past bury its dead!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Lives of great men all remind us
+We can make our lives sublime,
+And, departing, leave behind us
+Footprints on the sands of time.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Still achieving, still pursuing,
+Learn to labor and to wait.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Light of Stars_.
+
+Know how sublime a thing it is
+To suffer and be strong.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_It is not always May_.
+
+For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
+There are no birds in last year's nest!
+
+
+_Maidenhood_.
+
+Standing, with reluctant feet,
+Where the brook and river meet,
+Womanhood and childhood fleet!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Goblet of Life_.
+
+O suffering, sad humanity!
+O ye afflicted ones, who lie
+Steeped to the lips in misery,
+Longing, and yet afraid to die,
+Patient, though sorely tried!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Resignation_.
+
+There is no flock, however watched and tended,
+But one dear lamb is there!
+There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
+But has one vacant chair.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The air is full of farewells to the dying,
+And mournings for the dead.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Golden Legend_.
+
+Time has laid his hand
+Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
+But as a harper lays his open palm
+Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
+
+
+
+
+OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
+
+
+_A Metrical Essay_.
+
+The freeman casting with unpurchased hand
+The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
+Long has it waved on high,
+And many an eye has danced to see
+That banner in the sky.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Nail to the mast her holy flag,
+Set every threadbare sail,
+And give her to the god of storms,
+The lightning and the gale.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Urania_.
+
+Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure,
+He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!--
+And, when you stick on conversation's burrs,
+Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful _urs_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Music-Grinders_.
+
+You think they are crusaders, sent
+From some infernal clime,
+To pluck the eyes of Sentiment,
+And dock the tail of Rhyme,
+To crack the voice of Melody,
+And break the legs of Time.
+
+
+
+
+JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
+
+
+_The Vision of Sir Launfal_.
+
+And what is so rare as a day in June?
+Then, if ever, come perfect days;
+Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
+And over it softly her warm ear lays.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Changeling_.
+
+This child is not mine as the first was,
+I cannot sing it to rest,
+I cannot lift it up fatherly
+And bless it upon my breast;
+Yet it lies in my little one's cradle
+And sits in my little one's chair,
+And the light of the heaven she's gone to
+Transfigures its golden hair.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM BASSE.
+1613-1648.
+
+
+_On Shakespeare_.
+
+Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
+To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
+A little nearer Spenser, to make room
+For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
+
+
+
+
+DAVID EVERETT.
+1769-1813.
+
+
+_Lines written for a School Declamation_.
+
+You'd scarce expect one of my age
+To speak in public on the stage;
+And if I chance to fall below
+Demosthenes or Cicero,
+Don't view me with a critic's eye,
+But pass my imperfections by.
+Large streams from little fountains flow,
+Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOSEPH HOPKINSON.
+1770-1842.
+
+
+_Hail Columbia_.
+
+Hail Columbia! happy land!
+Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+F. S. KEY.
+
+
+_The Star-spangled Banner_.
+
+The star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
+O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ALBERT G. GREENE.
+
+
+_Old Grimes_.
+
+Old Grimes is dead; that good old man,
+We ne'er shall see him more:
+He used to wear a long black coat,
+All buttoned down before.
+
+
+
+
+JOHN LOUIS UHLAND.
+
+
+_The Passage_. _Translated by Mrs. Sarah Austin_.
+
+Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee;
+Take--I give it willingly;
+For, invisible to thee,
+Spirits twain have crossed with me.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH.
+
+
+_Stanzas_.
+
+Thought is deeper than all speech;
+Feeling deeper than all thought;
+Souls to souls can never teach
+What unto themselves was taught.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EATON STANNARD BARRETT.
+
+
+_Woman_.
+
+Not she with trait'rous kiss her Master stung,
+Not she denied him with unfaithful tongue;
+She, when apostles fled, could danger brave,
+Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MISS FANNY STEERS.
+
+
+_Song_.
+
+The last link is broken
+That bound me to thee,
+And the words thou hast spoken
+Have rendered me free.
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD BAXTER.
+1615-1691.
+
+
+_Love breathing Thanks and Praise_.
+
+I preached as never sure to preach again,
+And as a dying man to dying men.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROGER L'ESTRANGE.
+1616-1704.
+
+
+_Fables from several Authors_.
+
+Fable 398.
+Though this may be play to you,
+'Tis death to us.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MISCELLANEOUS.
+
+_From Apophthegms_, &c., first gathered and
+compiled in Latin, by Erasmus, and now
+translated into English by Nicholas Vdall.
+8vo. 1542. Fol. 239.
+
+That same man, that rennith awaie,
+Maie again fight an other daie.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_From the Musarum Deliciae_, compiled by Sir
+John Mennis and Dr. James Smith. 1640
+
+He that fights and runs away
+May live to fight another day.[24]
+
+[Note 24: See Butler--Hudibras, _ante_, p. 125.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD GRAFTON.
+
+
+_Abridgement of the Chronicles of Englande_. 1570. 8vo.
+
+"A rule to knowe how many dayes euery moneth in the yeare hath."
+
+Thirty dayes hath Nouember,
+Aprill, June, and September,
+February hath xxviii alone,
+And all the rest have xxxi.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Return from Parnassus_. 4to. London. 1606.
+
+Thirty days hath September,
+April, June, and November,
+February eight-and-twenty all alone,
+And all the rest have thirty-one;
+Unless that leap year doth combine,
+And give to February twenty-nine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lines used by Joint Hall, in encourage the
+Rebels in Wat Tyler's Rebellion. Hume's
+History of England_, Vol. I. Chap. 17.
+
+
+Note i.
+
+When Adam dolve, and Eve span,
+Who was then the gentleman?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_From the Garland, a Collection of Poems_.
+
+1721, by Mr. Br--st, author of a Copy of
+Verses called "The British Beauties."
+Praise undeserved is Satire in disguise.[25]
+
+[Note 25: This line is quoted by Pope, in the 1st Epistle of
+Horace, Book ii,--"Praise undeserved is _Scandal_ in disguise."]
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS A KEMPIS.
+1380-1471.
+
+
+_Imitation of Christ_.
+
+
+Book i. Chapter 19.
+
+Man proposes, but God disposes.[26]
+
+[Note 26: This expression is of much Creator antiquity, it appears in
+the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, from 1066 to 1176, page 27, Lower's
+Translation, and also in Piers Ploughman's Vision, line 13994.]
+
+
+Book i. Chapter 23.
+
+And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.
+
+
+Book iii. Chapter 12.
+
+Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+FRANCIS RABELAIS.
+1483-1553.
+
+
+_Translated by Urquhart and Motteux_.
+
+
+Book i. Chapter 1. Note 2.
+
+To return to our muttons.
+
+
+Book i. Chapter 5.
+
+To drink no more than a sponge.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.
+
+
+Book i. Chapter 11.
+
+He looked a gift horse in the mouth.
+
+By robbing Peter he paid Paul,...
+and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He did make of necessity virtue.
+
+
+Book iv. Chapter 23.
+
+I'll go his halves.
+
+
+Book iv. Chapter 24.
+
+The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be;
+The Devil was well, the Devil a monk was he.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MIGUEL DE CERVANTES.
+1547-1616.
+
+
+_Don Quixote_. _Translated by Jarvis_.
+
+
+Part i. Book iv. Ch. 20.
+
+Every one is the son of his own works.
+
+
+Part i. Book iv. Ch. 23.
+
+I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my
+will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is
+contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to
+be desired, there is an end of it.
+
+
+Part ii. Book i. Ch. 4.
+
+Every one is as God made him, and often-times a great deal worse.
+
+
+Part ii. Book iv. Oh. 16.
+
+Blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human
+thoughts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
+1554-1586.
+
+
+_The Defense of Poesy_.
+
+He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old
+men from the chimney-corner.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglass, that I found not my
+heart moved more than with a trumpet.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Arcadia_. Book i.
+
+There is no man suddenly either excellently good, or extremely evil.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS HOBBES.
+1588-1679.
+
+
+_The Leviathan_.
+
+
+Part i. Chap. 4.
+
+For words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them; but they
+are the money of fools.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+FRANCIS BACON.
+1561-1626.
+
+
+Essay viii. _Of Marriage and Single Life_.
+
+He that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune, for
+they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.
+
+
+Essay 1. _Of Studies_.
+
+Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be
+chewed and digested.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact
+man.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Histories make men wise, poets witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural
+philosophy, deep, moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN MILTON.
+1608-1674.
+
+
+_Tract on Education_.
+
+In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant,
+it were an injury and a sullennes against Nature not to go out and see
+her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
+
+
+_The Reason of Church Government urged against Prelaty_.
+_Introduction to Book 2_.
+
+A poet soaring in the high reason of his
+fancy, with his garland and singing robes, about him.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of
+delightful studies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Areopagitica_.
+
+Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself
+like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks;
+methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her
+undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Apology for Smectymmius_.
+
+He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in
+laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS FULLER.
+1608-1661.
+
+
+_Holy State_. Book ii. Ch. 20. The Good Sea-captain.
+
+But our captain counts the image of God, nevertheless his image cut in
+ebony, as if done in ivory.
+
+
+Book iii. Ch. 12. Of Natural Fools.
+
+Their heads sometimes so little, that there is no more room for wit;
+sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room.
+
+
+Book iii. Ch. 22. Of Marriage.
+
+They that marry ancient people merely in expectation to bury them, hang
+themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter.
+
+
+Andronicus. Ad. fin. 1.
+
+Often the cockloft is empty, in those which
+Nature hath built many stories high.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN.
+1653-1716.
+
+
+_From a Letter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, &c_.
+
+I knew a very wise man that believed that, if a man were permitted to
+make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a
+nation.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+HENRY ST. JOHN, VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE.
+1672-1751.
+
+
+_On the Study and Use of History_. Letter 2.
+
+I have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius Halicarnassus, I think,
+that History is Philosophy teaching by examples.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.
+1706-1790.
+
+
+_Poor Richard_.
+
+God helps them that help themselves.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Dost thou love life, then do not squander
+time, for that is the stuff life is made of.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Early to bed, and early to rise,
+Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Three removes are as bad as a fire.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Vessels large may venture more,
+But little boats should keep near shore.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+You pay too much for your whistle.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_From a Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley, on the
+Loss of her American Squirrel_.
+
+Here Skugg
+Lies snug,
+As a bug
+In a rug.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+LAURENCE STERNE.
+1713-1768.
+
+
+_Tristam Shandy_.
+
+
+Vol. ii. Chapter xii.
+
+Go, poor devil, get thee gone; why should
+hurt thee? This world surely is wide
+enough to hold both thee and me.
+
+
+Vol. iii. Chapter ix.
+
+Great wits jump.[27]
+
+[Note 27: "Good witts will jumpe."--_Dr. Couqham,
+Camden Soc. Pub._, p.20]
+
+
+Vol. iii. Chapter xi.
+
+Our armies swore terribly in Flanders, cried
+my uncle Toby--but nothing to this.
+
+
+Vol. vi. Chapter viii.
+
+And the recording angel, as he wrote it
+down, dropped a tear upon the word and
+blotted it out for ever.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
+
+
+Page 1.
+
+"They order" said I, "this matter better in France."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_In the Street_. _Calais_.
+
+I pity the man who can travel from Dan to
+Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren.
+
+
+_The Passport_. _The Hotel at Paris_.
+
+Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery,
+said I, still thou art a bitter draught.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Maria_.
+
+God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[28]
+
+[Note 28: "Dieu mesure le vent a la brebis tondue."--_Henri
+Estienne_. _Premices_. etc., p. 47, a collection of proverbs, published
+in 1594.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS PAINE.
+1737-1809.
+
+
+_Letter to the Addressers_.
+
+And the final event to himself (Mr. Burke)
+has been that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell
+like the stick.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Crisis_. No. 1.
+
+These are the times that try men's souls.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Age of Reason_. Part ii. ad fin. (note).
+
+The sublime and the ridiculous are so often
+so nearly related that it is difficult to class
+them separately. One step above the sublime
+makes the ridiculous, and one step above the
+ridiculous makes the sublime again.[29]
+
+[Note 29: Probably the original of Napoleon's celebrated mot,
+"Du sublime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas."]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DON JOSEPH PALAFOX.
+1780-1843.
+
+
+_At the Siege of Saragossa_.
+
+War to the knife.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS B. MACAULAY.
+
+
+_Edinburgh Review, Oct., 1840, on Ranke's History of the Popes_.
+
+She (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigor,
+when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast
+solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the
+ruins of St. Paul's.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN RANDOLPH.
+1773-1833.
+
+
+_Speeches_, 1828.
+
+A wise and masterly inactivity.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WASHINGTON IRVING.
+
+
+_The Creole Village_.
+
+The Almighty Dollar.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+FRANCIS DUC DE ROCHEFOUCAULD.
+1613-1680.
+
+
+_Maxim ccxvii_.
+
+Hypocrisy is a sort of homage that vice
+pays to virtue.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOSEPH FOUCHE.
+1763-1820.
+
+It was worse than a crime, it was a blunder.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MISCELLANEOUS.
+
+"_The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church_."
+
+"Plures efficimur, quoties metimur a vobis; semen est sanguis
+Christianorum." _Tertullian_ _Apologet_., c. 50.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"_Corporations have no souls_."
+
+"They (Corporations) cannot commit trespass nor be outlawed nor
+excommunicate, for they have no souls."--_Lord Coke's Reports_
+Part x. p. 32.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"_A Rowland for an Oliver_."
+
+"These were two of the most famous in the list of Charlemagne's twelve
+peers; and their exploits are rendered so ridiculously and equally
+extravagant by the old romancers that from thence arose that saying
+among our plain and sensible ancestors of giving one a 'Rowland for his
+Oliver,' to signify the matching one incredible lie with
+another."--_Warburton_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"It is unseasonable and unwholesome in all months that have not an R in
+their name to eat an oyster."--_Butler's Dyet's Dry Dinner_, 1599.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"_Hobson's Choice_."
+
+"Tobias Hobson was the first man in England that let out hackney
+horses.--When a man came for a horse he was led into the stable, where
+there was a great choice, but he obliged him to take the horse which
+stood next to the stable door; so that every customer was alike well
+served according to his chance, from whence it became a proverb when
+what ought to be your election was forced upon you, to say 'Hobson's
+Choice.'"--_Spectator_, No. 509.
+
+
+
+
+ADDENDA.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SHAKESPEARE.
+
+
+_Measure for Measure_. Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+My business in this state
+Made me a looker on here in Vienna.
+
+
+_King Henry VI_. Part i. Act i, Sc. 1.
+
+Hung be the heavens with black
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MILTON.
+Sonnet xi. _To Cromwell_.
+
+Peace hath her victories
+No less renowned than war.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+GEORGE HERBERT.
+
+
+_The Elixir_.
+
+A servant with this clause
+Makes drudgery divine;
+Who sweeps a room as for thy laws.
+Makes that and the action fine.
+
+
+SAMUEL BUTLER
+
+
+_Hudibras_. P. ii. C. i. Line 843.
+
+Love is a boy by poets styled;
+Then spare the rod and spoil the child.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+JAMES THOMSON.
+
+
+_Seasons_. _Winter_, Line 625.
+
+The kiss snatched hasty from the sidelong maid.
+
+
+WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
+
+
+_Tintern Abbey_.
+
+Knowing that Nature never did betray
+The heart that loved her.
+
+
+
+
+INDEX
+
+Abundance, every one that hath
+Accidents by flood and field
+Accoutred as I was
+Aching void
+Action, suit the, to the word
+Actions of the just
+--like almanacs
+Acts, little nameless
+Ada, sole daughter of my house
+Adam, whipped the offending
+--dolve and Eve span
+--the son of, and of Eve
+Adversary, that mine, had written a book
+Adversity, sweet the uses of
+Adversity's sweet milk
+Affection's mild
+Age, my, is as a lusty winter
+--, be comfort to my
+--cannot wither her
+--, he was not of an
+--, for talking
+--, shakes Athena's tower
+--, mirror to a gaping
+--, you'd scarce expect one of my
+Ages, alike all
+--, three poets in three distant
+Agree, where they do
+Air is full of farewells
+Airy nothing a local habitation
+--tongues
+Aisle and fretted vault
+Alabaster, like his grandsire cut in
+All things, prove
+--things to all men
+--things that are, are chased
+--that's bright must fade
+Allegory, headstrong as an
+Almanacs like actions of the last age
+Almighty Dollar
+Alms, when thou doest
+Alone, not good that man should be
+--, they are never, when with noble thoughts
+Alpha and Omega
+Alps on Alps arise
+Altars, strike for your
+Ambition, vaulting
+--should be made of sterner stuff
+--, to reign is worth
+Angel, she drew down an
+--, a guardian, she
+Angel, recording
+Angels unawares
+--, make the, weep
+--trumpet-tongued
+--and ministers of grace
+--face shined bright
+--till our passion dies
+--are painted fair to look like you
+--, holy, guard thy bed
+--wake thee
+Angels' visits, short and
+bright
+--short and far between
+Angel-visits, few and far between
+Anger of his lip
+--more in sorrow than in
+Angry, be ye, and sin not
+Anguish, pain is lessened by another's
+--, hopeless, poured his groan
+Annals of the poor
+Anointed, rail on the Lord's
+Answer, a soft, turneth away wrath
+Anthem, pealing
+Antidote, sweet oblivious
+Anything, for what is worth in
+Apostles fled, she when
+Apostolic blows and knocks
+Apothecary, civet, good
+Apparel, proclaims the man
+Apparitions seen and gone
+Appearance, judge not by
+Appetite, good digestion wait on
+Appetite, cloy the hungry ed are of
+--, to breakfast with what
+--grown by what it fed on
+Applaud these to the very echo
+Apple of his eye
+Appliances and means to boot
+Apollo's lute, musical as
+Apollos watered
+Apprehension of the good
+April, June, and November
+Arch of London bridge
+Argue, though vanquished, he could
+Argues yourselves unknown
+Argument, staple of his
+Armor, his honest thought
+Arms, take your last embrace
+Arrows, Cupid kills with
+Art, adorning thee with so much
+--grace beyond the reach of
+--, ease in writing comes from
+--, than all the gloss of
+--is long
+Artaxerxes' throne
+Arts and eloquence, mother of
+Asbourne, down thy hill, romantic
+Ashes to ashes
+--, e'en in our
+Askelon, publish it not in the streets of
+Ask, and it shall be given you
+Asleep, the houses seem
+Ass, write me down an
+Assurance double sure
+Athens, the eye of Greece
+Atlantean shoulders
+Attempt, and not the deed, confounds
+Audience, and attention drew
+Audience fit, though few
+Auld acquaintance
+Authority, a little brief
+Awake, arise, for ever fallen
+Awe, in, of such a thing as I
+Ax, laid to the root
+
+Babe, bent o'er her
+Babel, stir of the great
+Bachelor, when I said I should die a
+Backing, a plague upon such
+Bacon shined, think haw
+Badge of our tribe
+Balances, thou art weighed in the
+Ballad to his mistress' eyebrow
+Ballad-mongers, one of these same meter
+Ballads sung from a cart
+--of a people, write the
+Balloon, huge
+Bank, I know a
+Banner, star-spangled
+Banners, hang out our
+Banquet's o'er when the
+Barren, 't is all
+Battalions, not single, but in
+Battle, mighty fallen in
+--not to the strong
+--and the breeze
+--, perilous edge of
+--, freedom's, once began
+Battles, fought his, o'er again
+Battle's magnificently stern array
+Battlements, bore stars
+Be-all, this blow might to the
+Bear, like the Turk
+Bears and lions grow!
+Beaumont, lie a little nearer Spenser
+Beauties of the North
+--reveal while she hides
+Beautiful, she's
+--, as sweet
+Beauty truly blent
+--in his life
+--smiling in her tears
+--, fills the air around with
+--, lines where, lingers
+--, she walks in
+--, a thing of
+Beaux, where none are
+Bedfellows, strange
+Beer, chronicle small
+Bee, how doth the little busy
+Bees, innumerable
+Beetle, that we tread on
+Beggar, dumb, may challenge double pity
+Beggary in the love
+Bell, silence that dreadful
+--, sullen, sounds as a
+Bell, church-going
+Belle, 't is vain to be a
+Dells jangled, out of tune
+Bent, fool me to the top of my
+Bezonian? under which king
+Bigness which you see
+Bird of dawning
+--that shunn'st the noise of folly
+Birth is but a sleep
+Black spirits and white
+--to red began to turn
+Blackberries, if reasons were as plenty as
+Bladder, blows a man up like a
+Blessed, more, to give
+Blessings brighten as they take their flight
+--on him who invented sleep
+Blest, man never is, but always to be
+Blind, eyes to the
+Blind, if the blind lead the
+Bliss gained by every woe
+--, virtue makes the
+--, domestic happiness, thou only
+--, winged hours of
+Blood, whoso sheddeth man's
+--, hot and rebellious liquors in my
+--, her pure and eloquent
+--, felt in the
+--of the martyrs
+Blot, which dying he could wish to
+Blow, might be the be-all
+Blow, every hand that dealt the
+--, themselves must strike the
+Blunder, frae mony a
+--, worse than a crime
+Boast, the patriot's
+Boatman, take thrice thy fee
+Boats, little, should keep near shore
+Body, absent in
+--form doth fake
+--, would almost say her, thought
+Bond, nominated in the
+--, 't is not in the
+Bondman, who would he a
+Bondsmen, hereditary
+Bone and skin, two millers thin
+Bones, full of dead men's
+Bononcini, compared to
+Booby, who'd give her for another
+Book, that mine adversary has written a
+--, your face is as a
+--'s a book
+Books, making of, no end
+--in the running brooks
+--, wiser grow without his
+--cannot always please
+--, quit your
+--which are no
+--some to be tasted
+Bores and bored
+Born lowly, better to be
+Borrower nor lender be
+Bosom, cleanse the stuffed
+--'s lord sits lightly
+Bosom of his Father and his God
+Boston, solid men of
+Botanize upon his mother's grave
+Bounds of modesty
+Bounty, large was his
+Bourbon or Nassau
+Bourne, no traveler returns
+Bow, two strings to his
+Bowl, mingles with my friendly
+Boxes, a beggarly account of
+Boy, once more who would not be a
+Braggart, with, my tongue
+Brain, raze out the written troubles of the
+--, very coinage of your
+Brains, steal away their
+Brass, evil manners live in
+Brave, how sleep the
+--, on, ye
+--, home of the
+Breach, more honored in the
+Bread upon the waters
+Breakfast with what appetite
+Breast, light within his own clear
+--, eternal in the human
+Breastplate, what stronger
+Breath can make them
+--, weary of
+Breathes there the man with soul so dead
+Brevity is the soul of wit
+Bridge of Sighs
+Briers, this working-day world is full of
+Brightest and best of the sons of the morning
+Britannia rules the waves
+--needs no bulwarks
+Britons never will be slaves
+Brook, noise like a hidden
+Brooks, hooks in the funning
+Brotherhood, monastic
+Brow, when pain and anguish wring the
+Braised reed
+Brutus is an honorable man
+Bubbles, the earth hath
+Bucket, as a drop of a
+--, the old oaken
+Bucks had dined
+Bug, snug as a
+Build, he lives to
+Burden, the grasshopper a
+--, bear his own
+Burning, one fire burns out another's
+Bush, good wine needs no
+--, the thief doth tear each
+Butterfly upon a wheel
+
+Cabined, cribbed, confined
+Caesar, not that I loved, less
+--hath went
+--, tongue in every wound of
+--dead and turned to clay
+Cain the first city made
+Cage, nor iron bars a
+Cake is dough
+Cakes and ale
+Caledonia, stern and wild
+Calf's-skin on those recreant limbs
+Calumny, thon shalt not escape
+Camel, swallow a
+--through the eye of a needle
+Can such things be
+Candle throws his beams
+--out, brief
+--, fit to hold a
+--hold, to the sun
+Canon against self-slaughter
+Canopied by the blue sky
+Carcass is, there will the eagles be
+Card, we must speak by the
+Care adds a nail to our coffin
+--, knits up the ravelled sleave of
+--is an enemy to life
+Cares, fret thy soul with
+--beguiled by sports
+--dividing
+Cart, now traversed the
+Casca, the envious
+Cassius, darest thou leap
+Cast, set my life upon a
+Cat in the adage
+--will mew
+--, endow a college or a
+Cataract, the sounding
+Cataracts, silent
+Cathay, cycle of
+Cato, big with the fate of
+Caucasus, thinking on the frosty
+Cause, hear me for my
+Caution, cold pausing
+Cave, they enter the darksome
+Caviare to the general
+Celestial, rosy-red
+Chaff, hid in two bushels of
+Chalice, the ingredients of our poisoned
+Chamber where the good man meets his fate
+Chance that oft decides the fate of monarchs
+--to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero
+Chances, most disastrous
+Chaos is come again
+Charge, Chester, charge
+Chapel, the devil builds a
+Charities that soothe
+Charity shall cover the multitude of sins
+Charm, no need of a remoter
+Charmer, t' other dear, away
+Charmers sinner it
+Charybdis, your mother
+Chasteneth, whom the Lord loveth, he
+Chatham's language
+Chatterton, marvelous boy
+Chaucer, nigh to learned
+Cheated, pleasure of being
+Cheek, feed on her damask
+--, that I might touch, that
+--upon her hand
+--, he that loves a rosy
+Cheek, iron tears down Pluto's
+--, the roses from your
+Cheer, be of good
+Cheese, moon made of green
+Cherry, like to a double
+Chickens, all my pretty
+--, count your, ere they are hatched
+Child, train up a
+--, I spake as a
+--, a wise father that knows his own
+--, to have a thankless
+--, a simple, that lightly draws its breath
+--is father of the man
+--, a curious
+--, a three years
+--, spoil the
+Childhood, days of my
+Childhood's hour
+Childishness, second
+Children of this world
+--of light
+--gathering pebbles
+--of larger growth
+Children's sports satisfy the child
+Chin, some bee had stung
+China fall
+Chinks that time has made
+Christ, for me to live is
+Church, built God a
+Church-going bell
+Church, who builds to God a
+Churchdoor, not so wide as a
+Churchyards yawn
+Cities, far from gay
+City sec upon a hill
+Civet, good apothecary
+Clapper-clawing
+Classic ground
+Clay, o'er informed the tenement of
+--, blind his soul with
+Cloud out of the sea
+--capped towers
+--, overcome us like a summer's
+--, sable
+--but serves to brighten
+Cloy the edge of appetite
+Coach, go call a
+Coals of fire on his head
+Coat, he used to wear a long black
+Coats, if there's a hole in a' your
+Coil shuffled off this mortal
+College, die and endow a
+Cologne, wash your city of
+Colossus, bestride the world like a
+Column, throws up a steamy
+Combat deepens
+Combination and a form indeed
+Come live with me
+Come what come may
+Comforters, miserable
+Coming events
+Commentators, each dark passage shun
+--, plain
+Communion sweet, quaff
+Companions, I have had
+Comparisons are odorous
+--are odious
+Compass, a narrow
+Compulsion, give you a reason on
+Concealment, like a worm in the bud
+Conceals, the maid who modestly
+Conceits, be not wise in your own
+Conclusion, most lame and impotent
+--, denoted a foregone
+Concord of sweet sounds
+Confirmations strong
+Conflict, dire was the noise of
+Conclusion, worse confounded
+Congregate, merchants most do
+Conjectures. I am weary of
+Conquer love, they, that run away
+Conquerors, a lean fellow beats all
+Conscience with injustice is corrupted
+--makes cowards of us all
+--of her worth
+Consideration, like an angel
+Constable, outrun the
+Consummation devoutly to be wished
+Contemplation he, and valor, formed
+Content, humble livers in
+--, farewell
+Contentment, the noblest mind, has
+Contradiction, woman's a
+Cord be loosed
+Corn, reap an acre of
+Corporations, no souls
+Corsair's name, he left a
+Cottage, the soul's dark
+Cottage, stood beside a
+Counsels, perplex and dash maturest
+Counselors, safety in the multitude of
+Country, undiscovered
+--, God made the
+Courage, screw your, to the sticking place
+--mounteth with occasion
+Course, I have finished my
+--of true love never did run smooth
+Course of empire
+Courtesy, I am the very pink of
+Counterfeit presentment
+Coward, thou slave
+--upon instinct
+Cowards die many times
+--, what can ennoble
+Crabtree, and old iron rang
+Creator, remember thy
+Creature not too bright
+Credulity, ye who listen with
+Crime, within thee, undivulged
+--, it was worse than a
+Critics, not trust in
+Critical, nothing if not
+Criticising elves
+Cross, sparkling, she wore
+--, last at his
+Crotchets in thy head now
+Crown of glory
+Crown, uneasy lies the head that wears a
+Cruel as death
+Crumbs, dogs eat of the
+Crutch, shouldered his
+Cry is still they come
+--and no wool
+Cunning, let my right hand forget her
+Cupid kills with arrows
+--is painted blind
+Cups, freshly remembered in their flowing
+--that cheer but not inebriate
+Current of a woman's will
+Curses, rigged with, dark
+--, not loud, but deep
+Custom stale her infinite variety
+Cut, the most unkindest
+Cycle and epicycle
+Cynosure of neighboring eyes
+Cypress and myrtle
+Cytherea's breath
+
+Daffodils that come before the swallow
+Dagger I see before me
+Daggers-drawing
+Dale, haunts in
+Dame, our sulky sullen
+Dames, of ancient days
+Damn with faint praise
+Damnation, the deep, of his taking off
+Damned to everlasting fame
+Dan to Beersheba
+Dance, when you do
+--attendance
+Daniel come to judgment
+Dare, what man dare, I
+Dark, illumine what is
+Darkly, through a glass
+Darkness visible
+Dart, like the poisoning of a
+Daughter, still harping on my
+David, Nathan said to
+Dawn, exhalations of the
+Day, what a, may bring forth
+--, sufficient unto the
+--, jocund, stands tiptoe
+--, as it tell upon a
+--, brought back my night
+--. the great, important
+--, her suffering ended with the
+Days, one of those heavenly
+--, race of other
+--, the melancholy
+Dead and turned to clay
+--past bury its
+Death, they were not divided in
+--in the pot
+Death in the midst of life
+--, where is thy sting
+--, be thou faithful unto
+--most in apprehension
+--, the way to dusty
+--, the valiant lasts but once
+--grinned horrible
+--, soul under the ribs of
+--loves a shining mark
+--nature never made
+--, cruel as
+Death, a simple child know of
+--, cowards sneak to
+--to us, play to you
+Death's pale flag
+Debt, a double, to pay
+Decay, seen my fondest hopes
+Decay's effacing fingers
+December, seek roses in
+Decencies, those thousand
+--daily flow from
+Decency, want of, want of sense
+--, emblems right meet of
+Deed, so shines a good
+--without a name
+Deeds, ill done
+--, we live in
+Deep, vasty, spirits from the
+--yet clear
+--, in the lowest, a lower
+Deer, let the strucken, go weep
+Defence, immodest words admit of no
+Defer, 'tis madness to
+Degrees, fine by
+Deliberation sat and public care
+Delight to pass away the time
+--in this fool's paradise
+Delightful task
+Democraty, wielded at will that fierce
+Den, beard the lion in his
+Denied, lie comes too near who comes to be
+Denmark, something rotten in
+Depart, loth to
+Derby dilly
+Descent, claims of long
+Description, beggared all
+Desire, kindled soft
+--bloom of young
+Despair, love can hope where reason would
+--, shall I wasting in
+--, depth of some divine
+Despond, slough of
+Destruction, pride goeth before
+Devil can cite Scripture
+--, give the, his due
+--. tell the truth and shame the
+--, resist the
+--take the hin'most
+--was sick
+--a monk was he
+--, go, poor
+Dew, thaw and resolve itself into a
+Dewdrop from the lion's mane
+Dial to the sun
+Dial, figures on a
+Die, ay, but to
+--, stand the hazard of the
+--because a woman's fair
+--, taught us how to
+--let us do or
+--, heavenly days that cannot
+--, who tell us love can
+--, broke the, in moulding Sheridan
+Digestion wait on appetite
+Dignity and love, in every gesture
+Dine, wretches hang that jurymen may
+Dined, the bucks had
+Dinner of herbs, better is
+Dire was the noise of conflict
+Discontent, the winter of our
+--, waste long nights in pensive
+Discretion the better part of valor
+Disguise thyself as thou wilt
+Distance lends enchantment
+Distressed, griefs that harass the
+Dividends, incarnation of fat
+Divine, to forgive
+Divinity in odd numbers
+Divinity doth hedge a king
+--that shapes our ends
+--that stirs within us
+Doctor, dismissing the
+Doctors disagree, who shall decide when
+Doctrine, orthodox
+Dog, living, better than dead lion
+--, let no, bark
+--, not one to throw at a
+--, and bay the moon
+--will have his day
+--it was that died
+--, something better than his
+Dogs eat of the crumbs
+--throw physic to the
+--, the little, and all
+Dogs delight to bark and bite
+Done quickly
+Doom, stretch out to the crack of
+--, regardless of their
+Door, sweetest thing beside
+Dorian mood of flutes
+Dove, that I had wings like a
+Doves, harmless as
+Dread of something after death
+Dream, consecration and the poets
+--, a change came o'er the spirit of my
+--, life is but an empty
+Dreams, we are such stuff as
+--, so full of fearful
+Drink, if he thirst, give him
+--to me only
+--deep, or taste not
+--, pretty creature
+Driveller and a show
+Druid lies in yonder grave
+Drum, not a, was heard
+Drunken man, stagger like a
+Dues, render unto all their
+Dumb on their own merits
+Duncan hath borne his faculties
+--is in his grave
+--, thou art
+--shalt thou return unto
+--, his enemies shall lick the
+Duncan's return to the earth
+Dust to dust
+--, smell sweet and blossom in the
+--, hearts dry as summer's
+--, the knight's bones are
+Duty, perceive here a divided
+Duties, primal, shine aloft
+Dying man to dying men
+
+Eagle mewing her mighty youth
+Eagles gather where the carcass is
+Eagle's fate and thine are one
+Ear, word of promise to the
+--, give very man thy
+--, more is meant than meets the
+--, wrong sow by the
+Earliest at his grave
+Early to lied
+Ears, let him hear that hath
+--, in my ancient
+Earth to earth
+--, put a girdle round the
+--, thou sure and firm-set
+--, more things in heaven and
+--, so much of
+--, the common growth of mother
+--, but one beloved face on
+--, truth crushed to
+Earthy, of the earth
+Ease in mine inn
+--and alternate labor
+Eat, drink, and be merry
+Eaten me out of house and home
+Echo, applaud thee to the very
+Eclipse, built in the
+Education forms the mind
+Either, happy could I be with
+Elegant sufficiency
+Elephants, place for want of towns
+Elements so mixed in him
+Elms, immemorial
+Eloquent, old man
+Elysium, lap in it
+Employments, how various his
+Enchantment, distance lends
+Endure, when pity, then, embrace
+Endured, not to be
+Enemies, his, shall lick the dust
+--, naked to mine
+Enemy, feed thine
+Engineer, hoist with his own petard
+England, with all thy faults, I love thee still
+Enterprises, impediments to great
+Envy withers at another's joy
+Epitaph, believe a woman or an
+Epitome, all mankind's
+Err, to, is human
+Error writhes with pain
+Errors like straws upon the surface
+Eruption, bodes some strange
+Estate, fallen from his high
+Eternal sunshine
+Eternity to man
+Ethiopian, can the, change his skin
+Eve, from noon to dewy
+Evening, welcome peaceful
+--, now came still
+Events, coming
+--, spirits of great
+Ever charming, ever new
+Everything by starts
+Evidence of things not seen
+Evil, sufficient unto the day is the
+--, be not overcome of
+--communications corrupt good manners
+--report and good report
+--, money is the root of all
+--that men do lives after them
+--be thou my good
+--, still educing good
+Evils, chose the least of two
+Excel, 't is useless to
+Excess, wasteful and ridiculous
+Expectation, better bettered
+Experience to make me sad
+Extremes in nature
+Eye for eye
+Eye, let every, negotiate for itself
+--in a fine frenzy rolling
+--, looking on it with lack-luster
+--, white wench's black
+--, more peril in thine
+--sublime declared absolute rule
+--, heaven in her
+Eyebrow, ballad made to his mistress'
+Eyes to the blind
+--, no speculation in those
+--, look your last
+--, drink to me only with thine
+--, rapt soul sitting in thine
+--, not a friend to close his
+--, history in a nation's
+--the glowworm lend thee
+--, a man with large gray
+--, soul within her
+
+Face, the mind's construction in the
+--, visit her too roughly
+--, human, divine
+--, no tenth transmitter of a foolish
+--, can't I another's, commend
+--, music breathing from her
+--in many a solitary place
+--, finer form or lovelier
+Faces, the old familiar
+Facts, indebted to his imagination for his
+Faculties, so meek, bath borne his
+Faculty divine
+Fade, all that's bright must
+Failings leaned to virtue's side
+Fair, is she not passing
+--is foul
+--, none but the brave deserve the
+Faith, we walk by
+--, remember your work or
+--, I have kept the
+--is the substance of
+--, no tricks in plain and simple
+--, his, perhaps might be wrong
+--, for modes of
+--and morals, Milton held
+--, amaranthine flower of
+--, belief had ripened into
+Falcon, towering in her pride
+Fall, O what a, was there
+Failing-off was there
+Fame is the spur
+--, damned to everlasting
+--, hard to climb the steep of
+--, the martrydom of
+Fame's proud temple
+Famous by my pen
+--, awoke and found myself
+Fancies, troubled with thick-coming
+Fancy, chewing the food of 'sweet and bitter
+Fancy's rays the hills adorning
+Fashion passeth away
+--, glass of
+Fast and furious
+Fat, let me have men that are
+Fate, take a bond of
+--, roll darkling down the torrent of
+Father, no more like my
+Faults, be blind to her, a little blind
+--, with all the, I love thee still
+Favorite, to be a prodigal's
+Fawning, thrift may follow
+Fear, perfect love casteth out
+--, with hope, farewell
+Fearfully and wonderfully made
+Fears, saucy doubts and
+--, our hopes belied our
+Feast, bare imagination of a
+--of nectared sweets
+--of reason
+Feather, of his own, espied a
+--, a wit 's a
+--, to waft a
+Feature, cheated of
+Feel, would make us, must feel themselves
+Feelings, great, came to them
+Feels, meanest thing that
+Feet beneath her petticoat
+--like snails did creep
+Feet, standing with, reluctant
+Felicity, we make or find our own
+Fell, I do not like thee, Doctor
+Fellow that had losses
+--of infinite jest
+Fellow-feeling makes us kind
+Female errors fall
+Fever, after life's fitful
+Few are chosen
+Field be lost, what though the
+Fields, 'a babbled of green
+Fiery soul working out its way
+Fife, ear-piercing
+Fight, I have fought a good
+Fights and runs away, he that
+Fine, by degrees
+--by defect
+Finger, slow unmoving
+Fire, while was musing, the
+--, great a matter kindled by a little
+--, one, burns out another's
+--, pale his uneffectual
+--, three removes as bad as a
+Fires, their wonted
+Firmament, the spacious
+Fit audience find, though few
+Fit'-, 'twas said by
+Flame, adding fuel to the
+Flanders, our armies swore terribly in
+Flesh, all, is grass
+--is weak
+--, O that this too, too solid
+--is heir to
+--and blood can't bear it
+Flint, wear out the everlasting
+Flood, taken at the
+Flow of soul
+Flower, full many a
+Floweret of the vale
+Flowre, or herbe, no daintie
+Fly, to drown a
+Foe, unrelenting, to love
+Foemen worthy of their steel
+Foes, thrice he routed all his
+Folly as it flies
+--grow romantic
+--, when woman stoops to
+Food, minds not ever craving for
+--, pined and wanted
+--, nature's daily
+Fool to make me merry
+--, at thirty man suspects himself a
+--must now and then be right
+Fools, yesterdays have lighted
+--, suckle
+--rush in where angels fear to tread
+--they are who roam
+--who came to scoff
+--, paradise of
+Fools, in idle wishes
+Foot, O, so light a
+Forefathers of the hamlet sleep
+Forever fortune wilt thou prove
+Forget! illness, steep my senses in
+Forgive, to, is divine
+Form, mould of
+Fortune, railed on lady
+--, leads on to
+Fortune's power, I am not now in
+Forty pounds a year, rich with
+Foxes have holes
+Fragments, gather up the
+Frailty, thy name is woman
+France, they order this better in
+Free, who would be
+Freedom from her mountain height
+--shrieked when Kosciusko tell
+Freedom's battle once begun
+Freeman, whom the truth makes free
+Free-will, foreknowledge absolute
+Friend, a handsome house to lodge a
+--, knolling a departing
+Friends, call you that backing of your
+--thou hast and their adoption tried
+Friendship constant, save in love affairs
+Front, his fair large
+Frosty but kindly
+Fruit, known by his
+--, the ripest first falls
+Fuel to the flame
+Full, without o'erflowing
+Funeral baked meats
+Furious, fun grew fast and
+Furnace, sighing like
+Fury, full of bouce and
+--with the abhorred shears
+--, filled with
+
+Gain, to die is
+Gale, simplest note that swells the
+Gall enough in thy ink
+Galligaskins, have long withstood
+Garland and singing robes
+Gath, tell it not in
+Gather ye rosebuds
+Gay, and innocent as
+Genius, when all of which can perish, dies
+Gentle yet not dull
+Geographers, in Afric maps
+Gentleman and scholar
+--, where was then the
+Gentlemen who write with ease
+Ghost, there needs no
+--, like an ill-used
+Giant dies
+Giant's strength, excellent to have a
+Gibes, where be your
+Giftie gie us, O wad some power the
+Gilead, is there no balm in
+Girdle round about the earth
+Glare, maidens are caught by
+Glass darkly, through a
+--, he was indeed the
+Glory, the paths of
+--, trailing clouds of
+--, who track the steps of
+--, rush to
+Glory's morning gate
+Glove, O that I were a
+Glowworm, her eyes the, lend thee
+Glowworms uneffectual fire
+Gnat, strain at a
+Go and do thou
+Go, Soul, the body's guest
+Go his halves
+God and mammon
+--hath joined together
+--, had I but served my
+--the first garden made
+--, just are the ways of
+--, the noblest work of
+--save the king
+--the Father, God the Son
+--made the country
+--helps them that helps themselves
+--tempers the wind
+Going, stand not upon the order of your
+Gold, all that glisters is not
+--, gild refined
+Good for us to be here
+--, all things work together for
+Good, hold fast that which is
+--men and true
+--in everything
+--, men do, is oft interred with their bones
+--the more communicated
+--the gods provide thee
+--by stealth
+--, luxury of doing
+--, some fleeting
+--die first
+Good-night, to all, to each
+Goose-pen, though thou write with a
+Grace, the melody of every
+--was in all her steps
+--beyond the reach of art
+--, the power of
+--, purity of
+Grandsire frisked
+Grapes, have eaten sour
+Grasshopper shall be a burden
+Gratulations flow in streams unbounded
+Grave, with sorrow to the
+--, where is thy victory
+--to gay
+--, hungry as the
+--, glory leads but to the
+--, Lucy is in her
+--, glory or the
+Graves, find ourselves dishonorable
+--stood tenantless
+Great, none think the, unhappy
+Greatness, some achieve, etc.
+--, a long farewell to all my
+Greece, and fulmined over
+Grecian chisel trace
+Greek, it was, to me
+--as naturally as pigs squeak
+Greeks, when Greeks joined
+Grew together, like a double cherry
+Gray hairs with sorrow to the grave
+Grief, patience smiling at
+--, every one can master a
+--, a plague of sighing and
+--, perked up in a glistering
+--, of my distracting
+Griefs, some, are med'cinable
+--that harass the distressed
+Groan, hopeless anguish, poured his
+Groans, mine old, ring yet
+Groves were God's first temples
+Ground, on classic
+Grundy, what will Mrs., say
+Gudgeons, ere they're catched
+Guest, the going
+--, speed the parting
+Guides, blind
+
+Habit, costly thy
+Habitation, a local
+Hail, holy light
+--, wedded love
+Hair to stand on end
+--, distinguish and divide a
+Hal, no more of that
+Halter, now fitted the
+--draw, no man e'er felt the
+Hand, against every man
+--, cloud like a man's
+--findeth to do, do it
+--, thy left, know, etc.
+--, with an unlineal
+--open as day
+--, leans her cheek upon her
+--which beckons me
+--in hand through life
+Handel's but a ninny
+Handle not, taste not
+Hands, folding of
+Handsaw, know a hawk from a
+Happiness thro' another's eyes
+--true source of human
+--, virtue alone is
+--, if we prize
+Harmony in her bright eye
+Harness, him that girdeth on his
+--on our back
+Harping on my daughter
+Harps on the willows
+Hart ungalled play
+Harvest truly is plenteous
+Hat much the worse for wear
+Hated, needs but to be seen
+Hatred, love turned to
+Haughtiness of soul
+Haughty spirit before a fall
+Haunts, exempt from public
+Havoc, cry
+He that is not with me
+He that would not when he might
+He may run that readeth it
+--who runs may read
+--that runs may read
+--prayeth well and beat
+Head, the hoary
+--, hairs of your, numbered
+--, uneasy lies the
+--is not more native
+--, my imperfections on my
+--, and front of my offending
+--, repairs his drooping
+--, off with his
+--, plays round the
+--, his small
+--, a useless lesson to the
+Heads, hide their diminished
+Hearse, underneath this sable
+Heart, man after his own
+--, hope deferred maketh the, sick
+--knoweth his own bitterness
+--, out of the abundance of
+--, be not troubled
+--, merry, goes all the day
+--, untainted
+Heart, ruddy drops of my sad
+--, not more native to the
+--, conies not to the
+--a transport know
+--untraveled turns to thee
+--distrusting asks if this be joy
+--, music in my
+--, felt along the
+--, never melt into his
+--, tale to many a feeling
+--on her lips
+--, an arrow for the
+--, on and up where nature's
+Hearts, ay in my heart of
+--, of all that human, endure
+--pour a thousand melodies
+Heaven, droppeth as the gentle rain from
+--, winds of
+--of hell
+--, better to reign in hell than serve in
+--, hell I suffer seems a
+--in her eye
+--, quite in the verge of
+--tries our virtues by affliction
+--commences ere the world be past
+--, so much of
+--and home, kindred points of
+--, spires point to
+--God alone was to be seen in
+Heaven's hand, argue not against
+Heavens, hung be the
+Hecuba to him
+Heed, take, lest be fall
+Height of this great argument
+Heir to, that flesh is
+Hell it is in suing long to bide
+--no fury like a woman scorned
+Hercules, than I to
+Hermit, man the
+Hero perish or sparrow fall
+Herod, cat-herods
+High, to soar so
+--life furnishes high characters
+Hill, a cot beside the
+Hills peep o'er bills
+--, o'er the, and far away
+--, heart beats strong amid the
+Hinges, pregnant, of the knee
+Hint, upon this, I spake
+Hip, I have thee on the
+History or by tale
+--, this strange, eventful
+--read in a nation's eyes
+--is philosophy teaching by examples
+Hit, a very palpable
+Hitherto shalt thou come
+Hobson's choice
+Hole, might stop a
+Hold a candle
+Holy text she strews
+Homage that vice pays to virtue
+Home, man goeth to his long
+Home, eaten me out of house and
+--, best country ever is at
+Homer, read, once
+Homes, homeless near a thousand
+Honest man's the noblest work
+Honesty, armed so strong in
+Honor, prophet not without
+--, to pluck right
+--, loved I not, more
+--but an empty bubble
+--, the post, of, is a private station
+--and shame from no condition rise
+--grip, feel your
+Honor's lodged, place where
+Honors thick upon him
+Hoop's bewitching round
+Hope deferred
+--, no other medicine but
+--, true, is swift
+--, tender leaves of
+--never comes that come to all
+--, farewell
+--springs eternal
+--, while there's life there's
+--, none without, e'er loved
+--withering fled
+--for a season bade farewell
+Hopes, my fondest, decay
+--belied our fears
+Horatio, more things in heaven and earth
+Horse, my kingdom for a
+--, the gray mare the better
+--, flying
+--, dearer than his
+Hospitable thoughts intent
+Hostages to fortune
+Hour, some wee short
+Hours, wise to talk with our past
+--, unheeded flew the
+House of feasting
+--, ill spirit have so fair a
+House to be let for life
+Household words
+Houses, a plague o' both the
+--seem asleep
+Housewife that's thrifty
+How happy is he born and taught
+Howards, not all the blood of all the
+Hue, mountain in its azure
+Human face divine
+--, to err is
+Humanity, imitated so abominably
+--, wearisome condition of
+--, sad music of
+--, suffering sad
+Humility, pride that apes
+Hurt of a deadlier sort
+Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber
+Hyacinthine locks
+Hyperion to a satyr
+--curls
+Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue
+
+"I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
+I owe you one
+I would do what I pleased
+Ice, to smooth the
+--, be thou chaste as
+Idea, teach the young
+Idiot, tale told by an
+Idler, busy world an
+If is the only peacemaker
+If all the world and love were young
+Ignorance, let me not burst in
+--is bliss
+--of wealth
+Ill wind turns none to good
+Ills, bear those, we have
+--the scholar's life assail
+--, a prey to hastening
+Image of God in ebony
+Imagination bodies forth
+--, to sweeten my
+--boast hues like mature
+--for his facts
+Imaginings, present fears less than horrible
+Immodest words admit of no defence
+Immortal, grow, as they quote
+Immortality, quaff
+--, this longing after
+Immortals never appear alone
+Imparadised in one another's arms
+Impediment, marched on without
+Impediments to great enterprises
+Imperfections on my head
+Impossible can't be
+Inactivity, masterly
+Increase of appetite
+Independence let me share
+Indian, lo the poor
+Infancy, heaven lies about us in
+Infirmities, a friend should bear a friend's
+Ingratitude, unkind as man's
+Inn, take mine ease in mine
+--, warmest welcome at an
+Innocence, and mirth
+Insides, carrying three
+Insubstantial pageant
+Instincts unawares
+Insults unavenged
+Iron entered into his soul
+--, rule thee with a rod of
+--, the man that meddles with cold
+Isles, ships that sailed for sunny
+Jade, let the galled, wince
+Jail, the patron and the
+Jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster
+Jerusalem, if I forget thee
+Jest, put his whole wit in a
+Jest, the most bitter is a scornful
+Jests, indebted to his memory for his
+Jew, hath not a, eyes
+--, I thank thee
+Jewel, a precious, in his head
+Jews might kiss and infidels adore
+John, print it, some said
+Joint, the time is out of
+Jove laughs at lover's perjuries
+Joy, the oil of
+--, glides the smooth current o' domestic
+--, forever, a thing of beauty is a
+Joys, fading, we dote upon
+--must flow from ourselves
+Júdean, like the base
+Judges soon the sentence sign
+Judgments as our watches
+Julius, ere the mightiest, fell
+June, leafy month of
+--, seek ice in
+Juno's eyes, sweeter than the lids of
+Jurymen may dine
+Justice, this even-handed
+
+Keeper, am I my brother's
+Kick where honor's lodged
+Kid, the leopard lie down with the
+Kin, makes the whole world
+Kin, a little more than
+Kind, fellow-feeling makes one wondrous
+Kindness, too full of the milk of human
+King, every inch a
+--, catch the conscience of the
+--, here lies our sovereign lord, the
+--himself has followed her
+Kingdom, my mind to me a
+Kings it makes gods
+Kiss, one kind, before we part
+--, my whole soul through a
+--snatched hasty
+Kisses after death remembered
+Kitten, and cry mew
+Knave, how absolute the, is
+Knaves, untaught, unmannerly
+Knee, crook the hinges of the
+Knell that summons thee
+--, the shroud, etc.
+--rung by fairy hands
+Knew, carry all he
+Knife, war to the
+Knight, a prince can mak' a belted
+Knock and it shall be opened
+Know then thyself
+Known, to be forever
+Kosoiusko fell
+
+Labor of love
+--, we delight in
+Labor, ease and alternate
+Laborer worthy of his reward
+Laborers are few
+Ladies be but young and fair
+--, intellectual
+Lady doth protest too much
+Lady's in the case
+Lamb to the slaughter
+--of God, behold the
+--, Una with her milk white
+Land, far into the bowels of the
+--, light that never was on
+--, my own, my native
+--of brown heath
+--, know ye the
+--of the free
+Landscape tire the view
+Language-nature's end of
+--, that those lips had
+Large streams from little fountains flow
+Lark at heaven's gate sings
+Lasses, then she made the
+Last, not least, in love
+--at his cross
+--link is broken
+Late, known too
+Laugh, the world and its dread
+--that spoke the vacant mind
+Law, love is the fulfilling of the
+--, rich men rule the
+--, seven hours to
+Law, sovereign, sits empress
+Laws grind the poor
+Laws in-lungs call cause or cure
+Lay, go forth my simple
+Leaf, lade as a
+--, the sear, the yellow
+Leap, look before you ere you
+Learning, whence is thy
+--, a little is a dangerous thing
+Leather or prunella
+Leaven leavenet the whole lump
+Leer, assent with civil
+Legion, my name is
+Leopard, his spots
+Less, beautifully
+--, of two evils choose the
+Let dearly or let alone
+--others hail
+Libertine, the air a chartered
+Liberty, I must have, withal
+Lief not be, as live to be
+Life, death in the midst of
+--, the crown of
+--, care's an enemy to
+--, nothing became him like the leaving of his
+--, I bear a charmed
+--in short measures, may perfect be
+--, slits the thin spun
+--, while there is, hope
+--'s a jest
+--, protracted, is protracted woe
+--'s dull round
+Life, love of, increased with years
+--, variety 's the spice of
+--, how pleasant is thy morning
+--, thou art a galling load
+--, best portion of a good man's
+--, blandishments of, are gone
+--, one crowded hour of
+--, like a thing of
+--, the wave of
+--is but an empty dream
+Light, walk while ye have
+--, a burning and a shining
+--, casting a dim, religious
+--, swift-winged arrows of
+Lights, burning
+--that mislead the morn
+--of mild philosophy
+Lilies of the field, consider the
+Lily, to paint the
+Line upon line
+--, we carved not a
+Lines fallen in pleasant places
+Lion in the way
+--, living dog better than a dead
+--, the devil as a roaring
+--, beard the
+Lion-heart, lord of the
+Lion's hide, thou wear a
+--inane, dewdrop from the
+Lip, coral, admires
+--, I ne'er saw nectar on a
+Lips, when I ope my
+--were red
+--, smile on her
+--, heart on her
+--, O that thou had language
+Liquors, hot and rebellions
+Lisped in numbers
+Live, taught us how to
+--while you live
+--to please, must please to live
+Lively to severe
+Livery of heaven
+Lives, lovely and pleasant in their
+Lobster, boiled like, a
+Local habitation and a name
+Locks, never shake thy gory
+Lodge in some vast wilderness
+Loins be girded
+Look, a lean and hungry
+--before you leap
+--, longing, lingering
+Looker-on here in Vienna
+Looks, the cottage might adorn
+Lord hath taken away
+--, bosom's, sits lightly
+--of himself though not of lands
+--Fanny spins a thousand such a day
+Lords, wish to be who love their
+--of human kind
+Lords, stories of great
+Losses, fellow that had
+Lost, who neither won nor
+Lothario, is this that gallant, gay
+Lot's wife, remember
+Love to me was wonderful
+--, greater, hath no man
+--, labor of
+--casteth out fear
+--, she never told her
+--sought is good
+--looks not with the eyes
+--never did run smooth
+--, last not least in
+--, beggarly in
+--prove variable
+--, ecstasy of
+--, live with me, and be my
+--'s proper hue
+--in every gesture
+--, pity's akin to
+--and hate in like extreme
+--, an unrelenting foe to
+--, purple light of
+--of Life increased with years
+--, all ministers of
+--in such a wilderness
+--is heaven
+--, true, is the gift of Heaven
+--rules the court
+--, deep as first
+--is a boy
+Loved not wisely
+--and lost, better to have
+Loveliness needs no ornament
+Lover, why so pale
+Lover's perjuries
+Lower, he that is down can fall no
+Lucifer, falls like
+Lucre, not greedy of filthy
+Luster, I ne'er could any, see
+Lute, listened to a
+Luxury of doing good
+--cursed by heaven s decree
+--to be
+Lydian airs, lap me in
+Lying, this world is given to
+Lyre waked to ecstasy
+
+Macduff, lay on
+Mad, that he is, 'tis true
+--, pleasure in being
+--, an undevout astronomer is
+Madness, tho' this be, yet there 's method in it
+--, great wits allied to
+--to defer
+Magic numbers
+Maid who modestly conceals
+--none to love and praise
+Maiden meditation
+--of bashful fifteen
+--shame, blush of
+Maidens are caught by glare
+Malice, nor set down aught in
+Mammon, ye cannot serve God and
+Man should not be alone
+--is born unto trouble
+Man, mark the perfect
+--, stagger like a drunken
+--under his fig-tree
+--shall not live by bread alone
+--, profited, for what is
+--lay down his life
+--, be born again
+--soweth, that shall he reap
+--shall bear his own burden
+--, proud man
+--, a proper, as any one shall see
+--that hath no music
+--dare do all that may become a
+--dare, I dare
+--, could have better spared a better
+--so faint, so spiritless
+--, this is the state of
+--that hangs on princes' favors
+--of such a feeble temper
+--, this was a
+--'s as true as steel
+--take him for all in all
+--, what a piece of work is
+--delights not me
+--that is not passion's slave
+--, give the world assurance of a
+--, wished Heaven had made her such a
+--, old, eloquent
+--that meddles with cold iron
+Man, beware the fury of a patient
+--, as tree as nature first made
+--, happy the, and happy lie alone
+--, expatiate free o'er all this scene of
+--never is, but always to be blest
+--, the proper study of mankind is
+--virtuous and vicious must be
+--, worth makes the
+--, honest, the noblest work of God
+--of Ross
+--, where the good, meets his fate
+--of wisdom is the man of years
+--wants but little
+--makes a death nature never made
+--, all may do what has been done by
+--that blushes is not quite a brute
+--, little round, fat, oily
+--forget not, though in rags he lies
+--to all the county dear
+--, abridgment of all that was pleasant in
+--recovered of the bite
+--, be felt as a
+--is the noblest growth our realms supply
+--, gently scan your brother
+--, her 'prentice han' she tried on
+--'s inhumanity to man
+Man's the gowd for a' that
+--, pity the sorrows of a poor old
+--, child is father of the
+--, teach you more of
+--prayeth well and best
+--, a sadder and a wiser
+--of woe, I was not always
+--with soul so dead
+--, I love not, the less
+--'s best things
+--proposes, God disposes
+--, no, suddenly good
+--, full, made by reading
+Mankind, wisest, brightest, meanest of
+--, survey, from China to Peru
+Manna, his tongue dropped
+Manners, evil communications corrupt good
+Mansions, many, in my Father's house
+Many are called
+Mar what's well
+March, beware the Ides of
+--, in life's morning
+--, the stormy, has come
+Mare, gray, the better horse
+Margin, a meadow of
+Mariners of England
+Mark, death loves a shining
+--, the archer little meant
+Marmion, the last words of
+Marriage bell, merry as a
+--tables, coldly furnish forth the
+Married, I did not think to live till I were
+Marrying ancient people
+Mars, an eye like
+Martyrs, blood of the
+Mary hath chosen that good part
+Mast, nail to the
+Mattock and the grave
+May, chills the lap of
+Maze, a mighty
+Meaner beauties of the night
+Medes and Persians, law of the
+Medicine, miserable have no other
+Meditation, fancy free
+Melancholy, green and yellow
+--, most musical
+Melodies, a thousand
+Melody, crack the voice of
+Melrose, if thou wouldst view
+Memory, Walton's heavenly
+--, begin to throng into my,
+Men, are you good and true
+--have died
+--, in the catalogue ye go for
+--'s evil manners live in brass
+--, sleek-headed
+--, tide in the affairs of
+Men made by nature's journeymen
+--, justify the ways of God to
+--, busy hum of
+--are but children
+--, impious, bear sway
+--, some to business take
+--think all men mortal
+--talk only to conceal their mind
+--, rich, rule the law
+--were deceivers ever
+--who their duties know
+--, schemes of mice and
+--by losing rendered sager
+--, world knows nothing of its greatest
+--, beneath the rule of
+--, lives of great, remind us
+Merchants most do congregate
+Mercy and truth are met
+--is not strained
+--, temper justice with
+--, shut the gates of
+Merit, as if her, lessened yours
+--, modest men dumb on their own
+Mermaid, things done at the
+Merriment, flashes of
+Merry when I hear sweet music
+Metal more attractive
+--, sonorous
+Metaphysic wit, high as
+Mettle, grasp it like a man of
+Mice, like little, stole in and out
+--, best laid schemes of
+Midnight dances
+--oil consumed
+Mien, vice is a monster of so frightful
+Might, he that would not when he
+Mighty, how are the, fallen
+Miles, might travel, twelve stout
+Milk of human kindness
+--and water, O
+Mill, brook that turns a
+Millions of spiritual creatures
+Millstone hanged about his neck
+Milton, some mute, inglorious
+Mind, be fully persuaded in
+--, diseased, minister to a
+--'s eye, Horatio
+--, farewell the tranquil
+--, out of, out of sight
+--, musing in his sullein
+--is its own place
+--, men talk only to conceal their
+--, gives to her, what he steals from her youth
+--forbids to crave
+--, she had a frugal
+--, how fleet is a glance of the
+--to mind
+--, magic of the
+--, Meccas of the
+Minds, innocent and quiet
+Minds are not ever craving
+Mine own, do what I will with
+Minister, one fair spirit for my
+Minnows, Triton of the
+Miracle instead of wit
+Mirror up to nature
+Mirth, within the limit of becoming
+--grew fast and furious
+Miserable have no other medicine
+Miseries, in shallows and in
+Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows
+--, steeped to the lips in
+Misery's darkest cavern
+Mistress of herself tho' china fall
+Mob of gentlemen
+Modesty, bounds of
+Moment, and give to God each
+Monarch of all I survey
+Monastic brotherhood
+Money the root of all evil
+--, still get
+--, so much as 't will bring
+Monster, a faultless
+Months without an R
+Mood, unused to the melting
+--, that blessed
+Moon, pluck honor from the pale-faced
+--, swear not by the
+--, the inconstant
+--is made of green cheese
+--shine at full or no
+Moonlight sleeps upon this bank
+Moor, lady married to the
+Moral, to point a
+More to that which had too much
+--than painting can express
+Morn to noon he fell
+--from black to red began to turn
+Morrow, take no thought for the
+Mortal, all men think all men
+--know through a crown's disguise
+Mortals, not in, to command success
+--, some feelings are to, given
+Mother, so loving to my
+--, where yet was ever found a
+--is a mother still
+--, happy he with such a
+Moths, maidens like
+Motley is the only wear
+Mould, mortal mixture of earth's
+Mountain tops, misty
+--, robes the
+--waves, her march is o'er the
+Mountains interposed make enemies
+--, Greenland's icy
+Mourning, the oil of joy for
+Mouth, out of thine own
+--, gift horse in the
+--, put an enemy in their
+Muck, run a
+Multitude of counselors
+Murder, one, makes a villain
+Murmurs, hollow, died away
+Music the food of love
+--, never merry when I hear
+--, the man that hath no
+--, discourse most excellent
+--of her face
+--hath charms to soothe
+--, heavenly maid
+--, sphere-descended maid
+--, his very foot has
+Music's golden tongue
+Musical as is Apollo's lute
+Muttons, to return to our
+Myself, awe of such a thing as I
+Mystery, burden of the
+--of mysteries
+Myrtle, cypress and
+
+Naiad or a grace
+Name, deed without a
+--, what's in a
+--, filches from me my good
+--, mark the marble with his
+--, at which the world grew pale
+--, the magic of a
+--, Phoebus, what a
+Names, one of the few immortal
+Narcissa's last words
+Nathan said to David
+Nation exalted by righteousness
+--, a small one a strong
+--, noble and puissant
+Nations are as a drop of a bucket
+--, mountains make enemies of
+Native and to the manner born
+--wood-notes wild
+Nature's own sweet cunning hand
+--'s soft nurse
+--, one touch of
+--might stand up
+--, hold the mirror up to
+--'s journeymen had made men
+--could no farther go
+--'s chief masterpiece
+--made thee to temper man
+--'s walks
+--up to nature's God
+--, extremes in
+--to advantage dressed
+--'s sweet restorer
+--, who can paint like
+--, mute, mourns when the poet dies
+--'s teachings
+--, sullenness against
+--'s cockloft empty
+--never did betray the heart that loved her
+Nazareth, can any good come out of
+Necessity, to make a virtue of
+Need, deserted at his utmost
+Needful, one thing is
+Needle, true as the
+Nests, birds of the air have
+--, no birds in last year's
+Nettle, tender-handed stroke a
+News, first bringer of unwelcome
+Night, I have passed a miserable
+--, the very witching time of
+--, ye meaner beauties of the
+--, silver lining on the
+--, day brought back my
+--hideous
+--, beauty like the
+--, azure robe of
+Nightingale was mute
+Nights are wholesome
+Niobe, all tears
+--of nations
+Ninny, Handel's but a
+No pent-up Utica
+No hammers fell
+Nobility, betwixt the wind and his
+Nods and becks
+North, unripened beauties of the
+Norval, my name is
+Not she with traitorous kiss
+Notes by distance
+--, a duel's amang ye takin'
+Nothing, an infinite deal of
+--if not critical
+Notion, foolish
+Numbers, divinity in odd
+Nun, the holy time is quiet as a
+Nutmeg-graters, be rough as
+Nymph, in thy orisons
+Nympholepsy of some fond despair
+
+Observance, the breach than the
+Observed of all observers
+Ocean, deep bosom of the
+--, a painted
+Odd numbers, divinity in
+Odious, comparisons are
+Odorous, comparisons are
+Off with his head
+Offense is rank
+Offending, head and front of my
+Office, hath but a losing
+Officer, fear each bush an
+Offspring of Heaven first-born
+Oil, consumed the midnight
+Old man eloquent
+--Grimes is dead
+Oliver, Rowland for an
+Omega, Alpha and
+One that hath, unto every
+--kind kiss before we part
+--, the many must labor for the
+--line, could wish to blot
+--is content, no more to desire
+--is as God made him
+Onward, bear up and steer light
+Opinions, halt ye between two, ii
+--have bought golden
+--, stiff in
+--backed by a wager
+Optics sharp it needs
+Oracle, I am sir
+--of God
+Orators repair
+Orb in orb
+Order of, stand not upon the
+--is Heaven's first law
+--this matter in France
+Ore, and tricks with new-spangled
+Orient pearl, sowed the earth
+Othello's occupation's gone
+Out of mind, oat of sight
+Outrun the constable
+Owl, was by a mousing, hawked at
+Own, do what I will with mine
+Ox, better than a stalled
+Oxlips and the nodding violet
+Oyster, then the world's mine
+Oysters not good without an R in the month
+
+Pain, the labor we delight in physics
+--is lessened by
+--, die of a rose in aromatic
+--, heart that never feels a
+--, a stranger yet to
+Pains, pleasure ill poetic
+Painting, more than, can express
+Pale, prithee, why so
+Palinurus nodded
+Palm, bear thy, alone
+--, like some tall
+Palpable, clothing the
+Pangs of guilty power
+Pantaloon, lean and slippered
+Paradise of fools
+--, walked in
+Parallel, none but himself can be his
+Parent of good
+Parish church, plain as way to
+Parting' in such sweet sorrow
+Partitions thin their bounds divide
+Party, gave up to, what was meant for mankind
+Passing fair, is she not
+Passion, till our, dies
+--, the ruling
+Passions fly with life
+Pastures lie down in green
+--, and fresh fields
+Patches, a king of shreds and
+Patience on a monument
+Peace, all her paths are
+--, piping times of
+Peace and rest can never dwell
+--, makes a solitude and calls it
+--hath her victories
+Pearls before swine
+--did grow, how
+--, who would search for
+Pearls at random strung
+Peasantry, a bold
+Pebbles, as gathering
+Pen of a ready writer
+--, make thee famous by my
+--dropped from an angel's wing
+--mightier than the sword
+Pendulum, man, thou
+Pensioner, a miser's
+People, thy, shall be my
+Perdition catch my soul
+Peril in thine eye
+Perilous edge of battle
+Perjuries, Jove laughs at lover's
+Persuaded, lit every man be fully
+Persons, no respect of
+Petticoat, feet beneath her
+Phalanx, in perfect
+Phantasma, like a
+Phantoms of hope
+Philistines be upon thee
+Philosopher that could bear the toothache
+Philosophy, hast any, in thee
+--, adversity's sweet milk
+--, dreamt of in your
+--, divine, charming is
+--. in the calm light of mild
+--, teaching by examples
+Physic to the dogs
+--, take
+Physician, is there no
+--, heal thyself
+Picture, look here upon this
+Pierian spring
+Pigmies are pigmies still
+Pigmy body, fretted the, to decay
+Pigs squeak, as naturally as
+Pilgrim shrines, such graves are
+Pilot of the Galilean lake
+Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain
+Pink of courtesy
+Pines, silent sea of
+Pin's fee, set my life at a
+Pitch, he that toucheth
+Pitcher be broken
+Pitiful, 't was wondrous
+Pity, he hath a tear for
+--'t is, 't is true
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+--'s akin to love
+--gave ere charity began
+--the sorrows of a poor old man
+Place, jolly, in times of old
+Places, lines in pleasant
+Plan, not without a
+--, the simple
+Plato, thou reasonest well
+Play's the thing
+--, as good as a
+Playmates I have had
+Pleasantness, her ways are ways of
+Pleased, I would do what I
+Pleasure of being cheated
+Pleasure, sweet is after pain
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+--in poetic pains
+Pleasures, dance attendance on
+Plowshares, swords into
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+--'s pen turns them to shape
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+Poetical, I would the gods had made thee
+Poets in three distant ages
+--intellible forms of
+Pole, true as the needle to the
+Pomp, take physic
+--, lick absurd
+Poor always ye have
+--, simple annals of the
+--, laws grind the
+Pope of Rome, more than the
+Poppies, pleasures are like
+Poppy nor mandragora
+Porcelain clay of humankind
+Porcupine, like quills upon the fretful
+Pot, death in the
+Poverty, not my will, consents
+--, steep me in
+--, depressed, slow rises worth by
+Power, take, who have the
+Powers that be, ordained of God
+Prague's proud arch
+Praise, the garments of
+--, damn with faint
+--, solid pudding against empty
+--all his pleasure
+--, blame, love
+--, none named thee but to
+--undeserved
+Praising what is lost
+Pray, remained to
+Prayer, whenever God erects a house of
+--all his, business
+--, the imperfect offices of
+Preached as never to preach again
+Precept upon precept
+Preparation, dreadful note of
+Prevaricate, Ralpho, thou dost
+Priam's curtains
+Pricks, hard to kick against the
+Pride goeth before destruction
+--fell with my fortunes
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+--in their port
+--that licks the dust
+--, soul that perished in his
+--, blend our pleasure or
+--that apes humility
+Primrose, sweet as the
+Primrose, was to him a yellow
+Princedoms, virtue's powers
+Princes, sweet aspect of
+Print, pleasant to see one's name in
+Prior, what once was Matthew
+Prison make, stone walls do not a
+Procrastination is the thief of time
+Prologues, happy, to the swelling act
+Promise, keep the word of
+Proof, give me ocular
+Proofs of holy writ
+Prophet not without honor
+Prophets, pervert the
+Propriety, frights the isle from her
+Prove all things
+Proverb and a by-word
+Providence their guide
+Prow, youth at the
+Prunella, leather or
+Psalms, purloin the
+Punishment greater than I can bear
+Pure, all things pure to the
+Purpose, infirm of
+--, nighty, never is o'ertook
+Purse, who steals my, steals trash
+Pyramids in vales
+
+Quality, a taste of your
+Quarrel, sudden and quick, in
+Quarrel, that hath his, just
+Question, that is the
+Quickly, well it were done
+Quiet, rural
+Quips and cranks
+Quivers, the Devil hath not in his
+
+Race, not to the swift
+--, boast a generous
+--is rim, I bow to that whose
+--, forget the human
+--, rear my dusky
+--of other days
+Rachel weeping for her children
+Rack, leave not a, behind
+Rage, could swell the soul to
+Raggedness, looped and windowed
+Rags, the man forget not in
+Rain from heaven droppeth
+Rainbow, add another hue unto the
+Rake, woman is at heart a
+Ralph to Cynthia howls
+Rank is but the guinea's stamp
+Rat, I smell a
+Rattle, pleased with a
+Ravens, He that feedeth the
+Ravishment, divine, enchanting
+Ray, tints to-morrow with prophetic
+Read, mark, learn
+Reap, as you sow, y' are like to
+Reason, no other but a woman's
+--upon compulsion
+--noble and most sovereign
+--for my rhyme
+--, make the worse appear the better
+--, the feast of
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+Reasons are as two grains of wheat
+Reckoning, so comes a
+Red spirits and pay
+Redeemer liveth, my
+Religion, humanities of
+Remember such things were
+Remorse, farewell
+Remote from men
+--, unfriended
+Reputation, seeking the bubble
+--dies at every word
+Resignation slopes the way
+Resolution, native hue of
+Retirement urges sweet return
+Retreat, loopholes of
+Reveals while she hides
+Revelry, there was a sound of
+Revels now are ended
+Rhetoric, ope his mouth for
+Rhine, wash the river
+Rhyme nor reason
+--, and build the lofty
+--the rudder is
+--, one for sense and one for
+Rhyme, dock the tail of
+Rialto, on the
+Ribbon, give me what this, bound
+Rich man and the camel
+--, not gaudy
+--with forty pounds a year
+Richard is himself again
+Riches, make themselves wings
+Ridiculous and the sublime
+Right, whatever is, is
+Righteous forsaken
+--overmuch
+Righteousness and peace
+--exalteth a nation
+Ripe and ripe
+Road, a rough, a weary
+Roam, where'er I
+Robbed, lie that is
+Robbing Peter he paid Paul
+Hobes and furred gowns hide all
+Rocket, rose like a
+Rod, and thy staff
+--, a chief's a
+--of empire
+--, spare the
+Roderick, art them a friend to
+Rogue, every inch not fool is
+Roman, than such a
+--senate long debate
+Romans, countrymen, and lovers
+Rome, palmy state of
+--, more than the Pope of
+Romeo, wherefore art thou
+Ronne, to waite, to ride, to
+Room, ample, and verge enough
+--, who sweeps a
+Root, the axe is laid to the
+Rose, happier is the, distilled
+--by any other name
+--in aromatic pain
+--fairest when budding
+Rosebuds, gather ye
+Roses, the scent of the
+Ross, the man of
+Rot and rot
+Rowland for an Oliver
+Rub, ay, there's the
+Rubies, wisdom priced above
+--, where grew the
+Ruin or to rule the state
+--upon ruin
+--, beauteous, lovely in death
+Rule thee with a rod of iron
+--, eye sublime declared absolute
+--, the good old
+Run, that he may, that readeth
+Runs, who, may read
+Rural quiet
+Rustic moralist
+
+Sadder and a wiser man
+Sage, lie thought as a
+Sail, set every threadbare
+Saint, 't would provoke a
+St. John mingles with my bowl
+Saints in crape and lawn
+--, his soul is with the
+Salt of the earth
+Samson, the Philistines be upon thee
+Satan, get thee behind me
+Satire's my weapon
+--in disguise
+Saul and Jonathan, undivided in death
+Savage, wild in woods, the noble
+Saviour's, the, birth is celebrated
+Scars, he jests at
+Sceptre, a barren, in my gripe
+Schemes, best laid
+School, the village master taught his little
+Science, O star-eyed
+Scoff, came to
+Scorn, he will laugh thee to
+--, what a deal of, looks beautiful
+--, fixed figure, for the time of
+--, laughed his word to
+Scraps of learning dote, on
+Screw your courage
+Scripture, the Devil can cite
+Scylla, your father
+Sea, light that never was on
+--, mysterious union with the
+--, first that burst into that
+Sea, alone, alone, on a wide
+--, like ships that have gone down at
+--, glad waters of the dark blue
+--, the open
+Seals of love
+Second childishness
+Sect, slave to no
+See oursel's as others see us
+Seek and ye shall find
+Seems, madam, I know not
+Self-slaughter, canon 'gainst
+Sensations sweet
+Sense, one for
+--, want of decency is want of
+Sentiment, pluck the eye of
+Sepulchres, whited
+Sermons in stones
+Serpent sting thee twice
+Serpents, be ye wise as
+Servant can make drudgery divine
+Service, I have done the state some
+Servitude, base laws of
+Shade, sitting in a pleasant
+--, a more welcome
+--, ah, pleasing
+--, softening into shade
+--, boundless contiguity of
+--of that which once was great
+Shadow, life is but a walking
+Shadow, float double, swan and
+Shadows come like
+--, coming events cast their, before
+Shaft that made him die
+--at random sent
+Shakespeare, sweetest, Fancy's child
+Shall I, wasting in despair
+Shame, an erring sister's
+--, blush of maiden
+Shape, take any, but that
+--, thou com'st in such a questionable
+--, execrable
+--, if shape it might be called
+Shapes and beckoning shadows
+She walks in beauty
+Shears, Fury with the abhorred
+Shell, convolutions of a
+--, music slumbers in the
+Shepherd, habt any philosophy in thee
+Sheridan, broke the die in moulding
+Ship, idle as a painted
+Ships that have gone down at sea
+--that sailed for sunny isles
+Shocks, the thousand natural
+Shoe has power to wound
+Shoot, to teach the young idea how to
+Shore, rapture on the lonely
+--, dull, tame
+Show, that within which passeth
+--, a driveller and a
+Shrewsbury clock, fought a long hour by
+Should auld acquaintance
+Shrine of the mighty
+Shut, shut the door
+Sigh, passing tribute of a
+--no more, ladies
+Sighed and looked again
+--unutterable things
+Sign, dies and makes no
+Sight, out of, out of mind
+--, loved not at first
+Seigniors, grave and reverend
+Silence is the perfectest herald of joy
+--in love bewrays more woe
+--, ye wolves
+--, come then, expressive
+Siloa's brook
+Simplicity a child
+Sin, fools make a mock at
+--of the world
+--, wages of, is death
+--, no, for a man to labor in his vocation
+Single blessedness
+Sinned against, more
+Sinning, more sinned against than
+Sins, charity shall cover the multitude of
+Sion hill delight thee more
+Sires, few sons attain the praise of their
+Sires, green graves of your
+Sirups, drowsy, of the world
+Six hundred pounds a year
+Sixpence, I give thee
+Skies, looks commencing with the
+--, raised a mortal to the
+Skill, is but a barbarous
+Sky, forehead of the morning
+--, the storm that howl along the
+--, souls are ripened in our northern
+--, star sinning in the
+--, canopied by the blue
+Slain, thrice he slew the
+Slaughter, lamb to the
+--forbade to wade through
+Slave, base is the, that pays
+Slavery or death, which to choose
+--a bitter draught
+Slaves, what can ennoble
+-, Britons never will be
+Sleep, he giveth his beloved
+--of a laboring man
+--, folding the hands to
+--, our life is rounded with a
+--knits up the raveled sleave of care
+--, gentle sleep
+--, some must watch, while some must
+--, tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy
+Sleep, undisturbed
+--, blessings on him who invented
+--, the mantle that covers all human thought
+Sleeve, wear my heart upon my
+Slept, thought her dying when she
+Sloth finds the down pillow hard
+Slough of despond
+Sluggard, 't is the voice of the
+Slumber, a little
+Small Latin and less Greek
+--things compared with great
+Smell, ancient and fish like
+Smels, throwe her swete, al around
+Smile that glowed celestial
+--, to share the good man's
+Smiles, seldom he
+--, kisses, tears, and
+Snails, her pretty feet, like
+Snake, we hat'e scotched the
+--like a wounded
+Sneer, without sneering
+--, laughing devil in his
+Snow whiter than the driven
+Snug as a bug
+Society where none intrudes
+Soldier full of strange oaths
+Solid men of Boston
+Solitude is sometimes but society
+--, how passing sweet is
+--, where are thy charms
+--, inward eye of
+--, makes a, and calls it peace
+Something too much of this
+Son of his own works
+Song of Percy and Douglass
+Sophonisba, O
+Sorrow, pluck from the memory a rooted
+--, wear a golden
+--, parting is such sweet
+--, to pine with feare and
+--, her rent is
+--, some natural
+Sorrow returned with the morn
+Sorrows come not single
+--, transient
+Soul, the iron entered into his
+--, lose his own
+--. thou hast much goods
+--, harrow up thy
+--, lay not that flattering unction to your
+--, to fret thy, with crosses
+--is form
+--of the age
+--like seasoned timber
+--, a happy
+--'s dark cottage
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+--under the ribs of death
+Soul, pride and haughtiness of
+--smiles at the drawn dagger
+--, the flow of
+--, palace of the soul
+--is wanting there
+--, that eye was in itself a
+--is dead that slumbers
+Souls, immediate jewel of their
+--sympathize with sounds
+--, corporations have no
+Sound and fury
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+--, an echo to the sense
+--the clarion
+--, sweet is every
+Sounding brass
+Source of sympathetic tears
+South, o'er my ear like the sweet
+Sow, wrong, by the ear
+Soweth, shall reap, as he
+Space and time annihilate
+Spare the rod
+Sparks fly upward
+Sparrow, caters for the
+--, providence in the fall of a
+--, fall, or hero perish
+Speak of me as I am
+Spears into pruning-hooks
+Speculation in those eyes
+Speech, thought deeper than
+Speed the going guest
+--the parting guest
+Spenser, renowned
+Spin, nor toil not
+Spirit wounded
+--, haughty
+--return unto God
+--indeed is willing
+--, present in
+--stirring drum
+--of my dream
+--or more welcome shade
+Spiriting, do my, gently
+Spirits are not finely touched
+--from the vasty deep
+--twain
+Spite,-in learned doctors
+Splenetive and rash
+Spoken at random
+Sponge, drink no more than a
+Spot is cursed, the
+Springes to catch woodcocks
+Spur to pride the sides of my intent
+Squeak as naturally as pigs
+Stage, where every man must play
+--, all the world's n
+--, struts and frets his hour upon the
+--, the wonder of our
+--, veteran on the
+--, poor, degraded
+Stale, Hat, and unprofitable
+Stand and wait
+Stanley, on
+Stanza, who pens a
+Star, love a bright, particular
+--, thy soul was like a
+--, stay the morning
+Stars, shooting, attend
+--hide their diminished heads
+--, battlements bore
+Starts, everything by
+State, a pillar of
+--, what constitutes a
+Statue that enchants the world
+Stealth, do good by
+Steed, farewell the neighing
+Steel, though locked up in
+--, my man 's as true as
+--, grapple with hooks of
+Sticking place, screw your courage to the
+Still to be neat
+--achieving, still pursuing
+Sting, O death, where is thy
+Stir, the fretful
+Stoicism, the Romans call it
+Stolen, not wanting what is
+Stomach's sake, a little wine for the
+Stone, fling but a
+--, underneath this, doth lie
+--, we raised not a
+Stones, sermons in
+--prate of my whereabouts
+--of Rome
+Stories, long, dull, and old
+Storm, pelting of this pitiless
+--, directs the
+Storms of life, rainbow to the
+Story, I have none to tell
+Strange, 't was passing
+Strangers, to entertain
+--, by, honored
+Straw, tickled with a
+Streets, a lion is in the
+--, squeak and gibber in the
+Strength, king's name is a tower of
+--, lovely in your
+Strife, dare the elements to
+Striving to better
+Strong, battle not to the
+--upon the stronger side
+--without rage
+Studies, still air of delightful
+Study, much, is weariness
+Stuff as dreams are made of
+--, ambition 's made of sterner
+Sublime, to suffer and be strong
+--and the ridiculous
+Success, 't is not in mortals to command
+Suffer, how sublime to
+Sufferance is the badge
+Suffering ended with the day
+--, child of
+Suing long to bide
+Sullenness against nature
+Sum of more, giving thy
+Summer, made glorious
+--of your youth
+Summons, upon a fearful
+Summits, clad in colors of the air
+Sun, no new thing under the
+--of righteousness arise
+--let not the, go down upon, your wrath
+--, doubt the, doth move
+--goes round, take all the rest the
+--, benighted walks under the midday
+--, as the dial to the
+--, farthing candle to the
+--, hail the rising
+--, hold their glimmering taper to the
+--. world without a
+Sunday shines no Sabbath day
+Sunlight drinketh dew
+Sunshine made, and in the shady place
+Suspicion haunts the guilty mind
+Swan on St. Mary's lake
+--, sweet, of Avon
+Sweet, so coldly
+Sweet day, so cool, so calm
+Sweetness, linked, long drawn out
+--, waste its
+Swift, race not to the
+--expires, a driveller
+Swine, cast not your pearls before
+Swoop, at one fell
+Sword, glorious by my
+--, another's, has laid him low
+Sword, pen mightier than the
+Swords into plowshares
+Syllable men's names
+
+Table on a roar
+Take, O take those lips away
+--her up tenderly
+Tale that is told
+--, and thereby hangs a
+--, tedious as a twice-told
+--, an honest, speeds best
+--unfold
+--, a round, unvarnished
+--, every shepherd tells his
+--the moon takes up the wondrous
+--, to point a moral, or adorn a
+--so sad, so tender
+--, makes up life's
+--, as 't was said to me
+--, 't is an old
+--, a schoolboy's
+--which holdeth children from play
+Talk, I never spend an hour's
+--, ye gods, how lie will
+Tall oaks from little acorns grow
+Tam was glorious
+Taste of your quality
+Tear, some melodious
+--, he gave to misery a
+--in her eye
+--, betwixt a smile and
+--, every woe can claim
+Tears, if you have
+--such as angels weep
+Tears, iron, down Plato's cheek
+--sacred source of
+--, baptized in
+--, too deep for
+--, flattered to
+--from despair
+--, idle tears
+Temple, nothing ill can dwell in such a
+Temples, groves were God's first
+Tenderly, take her up
+Tenor, noiseless, of their way
+Terror, there is no, in your threats
+Text, a rivulet of
+That it should come to this
+Theban, talk with this learned
+There, 't is neither here nor
+Thespis, the first professor of our art
+Thetis, lap of
+They conquer love that run away
+Thick and thin, to dash through
+Thief in the night, will come as a
+--doth 'fear each bush
+Thing, acting of a dreadful
+--, never says a foolish
+Things left undone
+--, unutterable
+--, God's sons are
+Think too little, and talk too much
+--those that, must govern
+Thinks most, lives most
+Thorn, withering on the virgin
+Thou art the man
+Thought, thy wish was father of that
+--sicklied o'er with the pale cast of
+--, would almost say her body
+--, armor is his honest
+--, whistled for want of
+--, too much thinking to have common
+--, not, one immoral
+--, the dome of
+--, the power of
+--, deeper than speech
+Thoughts, a dark soul and foul
+--that breathe
+--too deep for tears
+--, great
+Thousand, one shall become a
+Thread of his verbosity
+Thrift, thrift, Horatio
+--may follow fawning
+Thrones, dominations
+Throng the lowest of your
+Thumbs, by the pricking of my
+Thunder, lightning, or in rain
+Thwack, with many a stiff
+Thyme, whereon the wild, grows
+Tide in the affairs of men
+Tidings, dismal, when he frowned
+Tie, the silken
+Tilt at all I meet
+Timber, seasoned, never gives
+Time and the hour
+--, to the last syllable of recorded
+--so hallowed and gracious
+--, not of an age, but for all
+--shall throw a dart at thee
+--, how small a part of
+--, with thee conversing, I forgot all
+--, what will it not subdue
+--'s noblest offspring
+--, we take no note of
+--toiled after him in vain
+--adds increase to her truth
+--has not cropt the roses
+--, noiseless foot of
+--count by heart-throbs
+--, footprints on the band of
+--has laid his hand gently
+--, break the legs of
+Times that try men's souls
+Tinkling symbols
+Toad, ugly and venomous
+To be or not to be
+To-day, be wise
+Toe, on the light fantastic
+Toil, envy, want the jail
+--, those who think must govern those who
+--and trouble, why all this
+Tolerable and not to be endured
+Tomb of him who would have made glad the world
+Tombs, hark from the
+To-morrow, boast not thyself of
+--and to-morrow
+--, do thy worst
+--, already walks
+Tongue, braggart with my
+--let the canded
+--that Shakespeare spake
+--, music's golden
+Tongues in trees
+Too late I stayed
+Tooth for tooth
+--sharper than a serpent's
+Toothache, philosopher that could endure the
+Torrent of a woman's will
+--, roll darkling down the
+--, and whirlwind's roar
+Torrents, motionless
+Touch not, taste not
+--harmonious
+Towered cities please us
+Towers, the cloud-capt
+Trade's proud empire
+Train up a child
+Train, a melancholy
+Traitors, our doubts are
+Traps, Cupid kills with
+Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart
+Treasure is, your heart will be where your
+Tree, like a green bay
+--is known by his fruit
+Tree's inclined, as the twig is bent
+--of deepest root is found
+Trees, tongues in
+Tribe, the badge of our
+--, richer than all his
+Trick worth two of that
+Tricks, fantastic
+Tried, she is to blame who has been
+Trifles light as air
+Triton of the minnows
+Troop, farewell the plumed
+Trope, out there flew a
+Trouble, war, he sung, is toil and
+Troubles, arms against a sea of
+Trowel, laid on with a
+Troy, half his, was burned
+--, fired another
+True so sad, so tender, and so
+Truth, doubt, to be a liar
+--in every shepherd's tongue
+--from pole to pole
+--, whispering tongues can poison
+--crushed to earth
+--, bright countenance of
+Turf, green be the
+Tweedledum and Tweedledee
+Twilight gray, in sober livery
+Two strings to his bow
+Type of the wise
+
+Unadorned, adorned the most
+Unanimity is wonderful
+Uncertain, coy, and hard to please
+Uncle, O my prophetic soul I my
+Underneath this stone doth lie
+--sable hearse
+Uneasy lies the head
+Unfit, for all things
+Unfortunate, one more
+Unity, to dwell together in
+Universe, born for the
+Unknown, too early seen
+--, argues yourselves
+Unseen, born to blush
+Unwept, unhonored and unsung
+Unwhipped of justice
+Uses, to what base
+Utterance of the early gods
+Utica, no pent-up
+
+Vale of life
+--, meanest floweret of the
+Valiant taste of death but once
+Vallombrosa, leaves that strew the brooks in
+Valor, discretion the better part
+--is oozing out
+Vanity and vexation of spirit
+Vanity of vanities
+Variety, her infinite
+--'s the spice of life
+Vase, you may shatter the
+Vault, the deep, damp
+--, fretted
+Vaulting ambition
+Vein, I am not in the
+Venice, I stood in
+Verbosity, thread of his
+Verge enough
+Vernal seasons of the year
+Verse, married to immortal
+--, wisdom married to immortal
+Verses, for rhyme the rudder is
+Veteran, superfluous lags the
+Vice, when, prevails
+--is a monster
+Vices, small
+--, our pleasant
+Vienna, looker-on here at
+Victims, the little, play
+Victorious o'er all the ills of life
+View, when will the landscape tire the
+Village master taught
+Villain, one murder makes a
+Violet, nodding grows
+--, throw a perfume on the
+--by a mossy stone
+Violets, breathes upon a bank of
+--plucked ne'er grow again
+Virtue of necessity
+--, assume a
+--is her own reward
+--alone is happiness
+--makes the bliss
+--, homage that vice pays to
+Virtue linked with one
+Virtues, we write in water
+--, be to her, very kind
+Virtuous, dost think because thou art
+Visage, on his bold
+Visible, darkness
+Vision, write the, and make it plain
+--, baseless fabric of a
+--and faculty divine
+Visits, like angel's
+--like those of angels
+Vocation, 't is my
+Voice, a still, small
+--, I hear a, you cannot
+--of nature cries from the tomb
+--in my dreaming ear melted
+Voices, earth with her thousand
+Void, have left an aching
+Volume, within that awful
+Vote that shakes the turrets of the land
+Voyage of their life
+
+Waist, hands round the slight
+Wait, they also serve who stand and
+Walk while ye have the light
+--of virtuous life
+Wall, weakest goes to the
+Want lonely, retired to die
+Wanting, art found
+War, let slip the dogs of
+--is toil and trouble
+War, then was the tug of
+--, my voice is still for
+--to the knife
+Warble his native wood-notes
+Warriors feel, stern joy which
+Watch and pray
+Watches, our judgments as our
+Water, unstable as
+--, leadeth me beside the still
+--, drink no longer
+--, smooth runs the
+--, the conscious, saw its God
+--everywhere
+Waters, cast thy bread upon the
+--, the hell of
+--, she walks the
+Wave o' the sea
+Waves, here shall thy proud, be stayed
+Way of life, fallen into the sear and yellow leaf
+--, noiseless tenor of their
+Way, amend your
+--of God are just
+--, untrodden
+We watched her breathing
+Weakest goes to the wall
+Weariness can snore upon the flint
+Wearisome condition of humanity
+Weep no more, lady
+Well, not so deep as a
+--, not wisely, but too
+--of English undefyled
+Westward the course of empire
+Whale, very like a
+What care I how fair she be
+--, he knew what's
+Whatever is, is right
+Wheel broken at the cistern
+--, who breaks a butterfly upon a
+When shall we three meet again
+Whereabout, prate of my
+Wherefore, for every why he had a
+Whining schoolboy
+Whip, in every honest hand a
+Whirlwind, they shall reap the
+--, ride in the
+Whispering lovers made
+--will ne'er consent
+Whispers of fancy
+Whistle, clear as a
+Whistled as he went
+Whither thou goest I will go
+Who builds a church to God
+--runs may read
+Wicked cease from troubling
+--flee when no man pursueth
+Wife, you are my true and honorable
+--and children impediments to great enterprises
+Wiles, simple
+Will, he that complies against his
+Will turn the current of a woman's
+--, if she will
+Willows, hanged our harps on the
+Win, they laugh that
+Wind, did fly on the wings of the
+--, they have sown the
+--bloweth us it listeth
+--, sits the, in that corner
+--, as large a charter as the
+--, blow, thou winter
+--, blow, come wrack
+--and his nobility
+--, idle, as the
+--, blow and crack your cheeks
+--. ill, turns none to good
+--, shrink from sorrow's keenest
+--, hope constantly in
+--, God tempers the
+Windows richly dight
+Wine for the stomach's sake
+--, good, needs no hush
+--of life
+--, O thou invisible spirit of
+Wing dropped from an angel's
+Wings like a dove
+--, riches make themselves
+--, arise with healing in his
+--, flies with swallow's
+Winter, my age is as a lusty
+--of our discontent
+--lingering chills the lap of May
+Wisdom priced above rubies
+--finds a way
+Wise in your own conceit
+--saws and modern instances
+--be not worldly
+--folly to be
+Wisely, loved not
+Wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best
+--, brightest, meanest of mankind
+Wish was father to that thought
+Wit, brevity is the soul of
+--, his whole, in a jest
+--, true, is nature to advantage, dressed
+--, that can creep
+--, a man in
+--, accept a miracle instead of
+Witty in myself
+Wits' end, at their
+--, keen encounter of our
+--, to madness near allied
+Woe, trappings and the suits of
+--, mockery of
+--is life protracted
+--, heritage of
+--, truth denies all eloquence to
+Wolf dwell with the lamb
+Woman's reason, no other but a
+--, O, I could play the
+--, she is a
+--in this humor wooed
+--, an excellent thing in
+--, frailty, thy name is
+--, lovely
+Woman's, nature made thee to temper man
+--that deliberates is lost
+--scorned, no fury like a
+--'s at best a contradiction
+--is at heart a rake
+--will or won't
+--'s will, to turn the current of a
+--'s will, stem the torrent of a
+--stoops to folly
+--, nobly planned
+--, in our hours of ease
+--, light of a dark eye in
+Womankind, faith in
+Women, passing the love of
+--'s weapons, water-drops
+--, hear these telltale
+--wish to be who love their lords
+Won, showed how fields were
+Wonder, without our special
+--grew that one small head
+--of an hour
+Wooed that would be
+Wood, the deep and glooomy
+--, one impulse, from a vernal
+Woodcocks, springes to catch
+Woods and pastures new
+--, pleasure in the pathless
+Wool, all cry and no
+Word, for teaching me that
+--to throw at a dog
+Word of Caesar against the world
+--, suit the action to the
+--, whose, no man relies on
+--at random spoken
+--, that fatal
+Words, familiar as household
+--, immodest, admit of no defence
+--are men's daughters
+--that burn
+--are wise men's counters
+World, light of the
+--, children of the
+--, I hold the world but as the
+--, a good deed in a naughty
+--, full of briers is this working-day
+--, how wags the
+--is given to lying
+--of happy days
+--, start of the majestic
+--, uses of this
+--, lash the rascal naked through the
+--, give the, the lie
+--was all before them
+--, look round the habitable
+--, so stands the statue that enchants the
+--'s dread laugh
+--, unintelligible
+--, fever of the
+--too much with us
+--, I have not loved the
+--falls, when Rome falls
+--knows nothing of its greatest men
+World's wide enough for thee and me
+Worlds, mine arm should conquer twenty
+--, wreck of matter and the crush of
+--, exhausted, and imagined new
+--, allured to brighter
+Worm dieth not
+Worms have eaten them
+Worse, greater feeling to the
+Worship God, he says
+Worth, conscience of her
+--, what is, in anything
+--by poverty depressed
+--makes the man
+--, sad relic of departed
+Wound, he jests at scars that never felt a
+Wrack, blow wind, come
+Wrath, soft answer turneth away
+--, let not the sun go down upon your
+--, nursing her, to keep it warm
+Wreck of matter
+Wretches, poor naked
+--, feel what, feel
+--hang that jurymen may dine
+Writ, and what is, is writ
+Writer, pen of a ready
+Writing, true ease in
+Wrong, always in the
+Wrongs unredressed
+Year, starry girdle of the
+--, saddest days of the
+Years, we spend our
+--, love of life increased with
+Years, dim with the mist of
+--, live in deeds, not
+Yesterdays have lighted fools
+Yorick! alas poor
+York, this sun of
+Young, and now am old
+--, when my bosom was
+--, and both were
+Yours, as if her merit lessened
+Youth, remember thy Creator
+--in the morn and liquid dew
+--at the prow
+--, gives to her mind what he steals from her
+--to fortune and to lame unknown
+--of labor, with an age of ease
+--, friends in
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Familiar Quotations, by Various
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+Title: Familiar Quotations
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+Author: Various
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+Release Date: September 23, 2005 [EBook #16732]
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+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page1" id="page1"></a>{1}</span>
+<h1><big>Familiar Quotations</big></h1>
+
+<h2>A COLLECTION OF FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS.</h2>
+
+<h2>WITH</h2> <h2>COMPLETE INDICES OF AUTHORS AND SUBJECTS.</h2>
+
+<h3>NEW YORK: HURST &amp; COMPANY, PUBLISHERS.</h3>
+
+<hr style='width: 65%;' />
+<div class="center">
+   <img src="images/001.jpg"
+      alt="Frontispiece" title="Frontispiece" />
+</div>
+<hr style='width: 65%;' />
+
+<table summary="TOC">
+<tr><td><a href="#PREFACE"><b>PREFACE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><b>&nbsp;</b><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#AUTHORS"><b>INDEX OF AUTHORS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><b>&nbsp;</b><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ADDENDA"><b>ADDENDA</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><b>&nbsp;</b><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#INDEX"><b>INDEX OF QUOTATIONS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+</table>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<h2><a name="AUTHORS">INDEX OF AUTHORS:</a></h2>
+<table summary="Index of Authors">
+<tr><td><a href="#JOSEPH_ADDISON"><b>ADDISON, JOSEPH</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MARK_AKENSIDE"><b>AKENSIDE, MARK</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JAMES_ALDRICH"><b>ALDRICH, JAMES</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#FRANCIS_BACON"><b>BACON, FRANCIS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#PHILIP_JAMES_BAILEY"><b>BAILEY, PHILIP JAMES</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MRS_BARBAULD"><b>BARBAULD, MRS.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#RICHARD_BARNFIELD"><b>BARNFIELD, RICHARD </b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#EATON_STANNARD_BARRETT"><b>BARRETT, EATON STANNARD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WILLIAM_BASSE"><b>BASSE, WILLIAM</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#RICHARD_BAXTER"><b>BAXTER, RICHARD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JAMES_BEATTIE"><b>BEATTIE, JAMES</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#FRANCIS_BEAUMONT"><b>BEAUMONT, FRANCIS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#BISHOP_BERKELEY"><b>BERKELEY, BISHOP</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ROBERT_BLAIR"><b>BLAIR, ROBERT</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#HENRY_ST_JOHN_VISCOUNT_BOLINGBROKE"><b>BOLINGBROKE, HENRY ST. JOHN, VISCOUNT</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#BARTON_BOOTH"><b>BOOTH, BARTON</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#FULKE_GREVILLE_LORD_BROOKE"><b>BROOKE, FULKE GREVILLE, LORD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#TOM_BROWN"><b>BROWN, TOM</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_BROWN"><b>BROWN, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WILLIAM_CULLEN_BRYANT"><b>BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_BUNYAN"><b>BUNYAN, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ROBERT_BURNS"><b>BURNS, ROBERT</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SAMUEL_BUTLER"><b>SAMUEL BUTLER.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_BYROM"><b>BYROM, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#LORD_BYRON"><b>BYRON, LORD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_CAMPBELL"><b>CAMPBELL, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#GEORGE_CANNING"><b>CANNING, GEORGE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_CAREW"><b>CAREW, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#HENRY_CAREY"><b>CAREY, HENRY</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MIGUEL_DE_CERVANTES"><b>CERVANTES, MIGUEL DE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#KING_CHARLES_II"><b>CHARLES II, KING</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#CHARLES_CHURCHILL"><b>CHURCHILL, CHARLES</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#COLLEY_CIBBER"><b>CIBBER, COLLEY</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SAMUEL_TAYLOR_COLERIDGE"><b>COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WILLIAM_COLLINS"><b>COLLINS, WILLIAM</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#GEORGE_COLMAN"><b>COLMAN, GEORGE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WILLIAM_CONGREVE"><b>CONGREVE, WILLIAM</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#NATHANIEL_COTTON"><b>COTTON, NATHANIEL</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ABRAHAM_COWLEY"><b>COWLEY, ABRAHAM</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WILLIAM_COWPER"><b>COWPER, WILLIAM</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#GEORGE_CRABBE"><b>CRABBE, GEORGE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#CHRISTOPHER_P_CRANCH"><b>CRANCH, CHRISTOPHER P.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#RICHARD_CRASHAW"><b>CRASHAW, RICHARD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DANIEL_DEFOE"><b>DEFOE, DANIEL</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_DEKKER"><b>DEKKER, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SIR_JOHN_DENHAM"><b>DENHAM, SIR JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#PHILIP_DODDRIDGE"><b>DODDRIDGE, PHILIP</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ROBERT_DODSLEY"><b>DODSLEY, ROBERT</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DR_JOHN_DONNE"><b>DONNE, DR. JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOSEPH_RODMAN_DRAKE"><b>DRAKE, JOSEPH RODMAN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DRYDEN"><b>DRYDEN.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_DYER"><b>DYER, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DAVID_EVERETT"><b>EVERETT, DAVID</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ANDREW_FLETCHER_OF_SALTOUN"><b>FLETCHER, ANDREW OF SALTOUN.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOSEPH_FOUCHE"><b>FOUCHE, JOSEPH</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#BENJAMIN_FRANKLIN"><b>FRANKLIN, BENJAMIN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_FULLER"><b>FULLER, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DAVID_GARRICK"><b>GARRICK, DAVID</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_GAY"><b>GAY, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MATTHEW_GREEN"><b>GREEN, MATTHEW</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ALBERT_G_GREENE"><b>GREENE, ALBERT G.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#OLIVER_GOLDSMITH"><b>GOLDSMITH, OLIVER</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#RICHARD_GRAFTON"><b>GRAFTON, RICHARD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_GRAY"><b>GRAY, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#FITZ-GREENE_HALLECK"><b>HALLECK, FITZ-GREENE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#REGINALD_HEBER"><b>HEBER, REGINALD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#GEORGE_HERBERT"><b>HERBERT, GEORGE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ROBERT_HERRICK"><b>HERRICK, ROBERT</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_K_HERVEY"><b>HERVEY, THOMAS K.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#AARON_HILL"><b>HILL, AARON</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_HOBBES"><b>HOBBES, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#OLIVER_WENDELL_HOLMES"><b>HOLMES, OLIVER WENDELL</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#HOLY_SCRIPTURES"><b>HOLY SCRIPTURES.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_HOME"><b>HOME, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_HOOD"><b>HOOD, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOSEPH_HOPKINSON"><b>HOPKINSON, JOSEPH</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WASHINGTON_IRVING"><b>IRVING, WASHINGTON</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SAMUEL_JOHNSON"><b>JOHNSON, SAMUEL</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SIR_WILLIAM_JONES"><b>JONES, SIR WILLIAM</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#BEN_JONSON"><b>JONSON, BEN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_KEATS"><b>KEATS, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_A_KEMPIS"><b>KEMPIS, THOMAS A</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#F_S_KEY"><b>KEY, F. S.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#CHARLES_LAMB"><b>LAMB, CHARLES</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_LANGHORNE"><b>LANGHORNE, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#NATHANIEL_LEE"><b>LEE, NATHANIEL</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ROGER_LESTRANGE"><b>L'ESTRANGE, ROGER</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#HENRY_W_LONGFELLOW"><b>LONGFELLOW, HENRY W.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SIR_RICHARD_LOVELACE"><b>LOVELACE, SIR RICHARD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JAMES_RUSSELL_LOWELL"><b>LOWELL, JAMES RUSSELL</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#LORD_LYTTELTON"><b>LYTTELTON, LORD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#EDWARD_BULWER-LYTTON"><b>LYTTON, EDWARD BULWER</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_B_MACAULAY"><b>MACAULAY, THOMAS B.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#CHRISTOPHER_MARLOWE"><b>MARLOWE, CHRISTOPHER</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#W_J_MICKLE"><b>MICKLE, W. J.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#RICHARD_MONCKTON_MILNES"><b>MILNES, RICHARD MONCKTON</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MILTON"><b>MILTON.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_MILTON"><b>MILTON, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#LADY_MARY_WORTLEY_MONTAGUE"><b>MONTAGUE, LADY MARY WORTLEY</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MARQUIS_OF_MONTROSE"><b>MONTROSE, MARQUIS OF</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#EDWARD_MOORE"><b>MOORE, EDWARD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_MOORE"><b>MOORE, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#CAPTAIN_CHARLES_MORRIS"><b>MORRIS, CAPTAIN CHARLES</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_MORTON"><b>MORTON, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_MOSS"><b>MOSS, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MOTHER_HUBBERDS_TALE"><b>MOTHER HUBBERD'S TALE.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_NORRIS"><b>NORRIS, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_OTWAY"><b>OTWAY, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_PAINE"><b>PAINE, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DON_JOSEPH_PALAFOX"><b>PALAFOX, DON JOSEPH</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_PARNELL"><b>PARNELL, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_PERCY"><b>PERCY, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_PHILIPS"><b>PHILIPS, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ROBERT_POLLOK"><b>POLLOK, ROBERT</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ALEXANDER_POPE"><b>POPE, ALEXANDER</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#BEILBY_PORTEUS"><b>PORTEUS, BEILBY</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MATTHEW_PRIOR"><b>PRIOR, MATTHEW</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#BRYAN_W_PROCTOR"><b>PROCTOR, BRYAN W.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#FRANCIS_QUARLES"><b>QUARLES, FRANCIS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#FRANCIS_RABELAIS"><b>RABELAIS, FRANCIS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SIR_WALTER_RALEIGH"><b>RALEIGH, SIR WALTER</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_RANDOLPH"><b>RANDOLPH, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#FRANCIS_DUC_DE_ROCHEFOUCAULD"><b>ROCHEFOUCAULD, FRANCIS DUC DE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#EARL_OF_ROCHESTER"><b>ROCHESTER, EARL OF</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SAMUEL_ROGERS"><b>ROGERS, SAMUEL</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#EARL_OF_ROSCOMMON"><b>ROSCOMMON, EARL OF</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#NICHOLAS_ROWE"><b>ROWE, NICHOLAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#RICHARD_SAVAGE"><b>SAVAGE, RICHARD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WALTER_SCOTT"><b>SCOTT, WALTER</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JONATHAN_M_SEWALL"><b>SEWALL, JONATHAN M.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DR_GEORGE_SEWELL"><b>SEWELL, DR. GEORGE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SHAKESPEARE"><b>SHAKESPEARE.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SHEFFIELD_DUKE_OF_BUCKINGHAMSHIRE"><b>SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WILLIAM_SHENSTONE"><b>SHENSTONE, WILLIAM</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#RICHARD_BRINSLEY_SHERIDAN"><b>SHERIDAN, RICHARD BRINSLEY</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JAMES_SHIRLEY"><b>SHIRLEY, JAMES</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SIR_PHILIP_SIDNEY"><b>SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#TOBIAS_SMOLLETT"><b>SMOLLETT, TOBIAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_SOUTHERN"><b>SOUTHERN, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ROBERT_SOUTHEY"><b>SOUTHEY, ROBERT</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#HON_WILLIAM_ROBERT_SPENCER"><b>SPENCER, HON. WILLIAM ROBERT</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#EDMUND_SPENSER"><b>SPENSER, EDMUND </b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#CHARLES_SPRAGUE"><b>SPRAGUE, CHARLES</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MISS_FANNY_STEERS"><b>STEERS, MISS FANNY</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#LAURENCE_STERNE"><b>STERNE, LAURENCE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JONATHAN_SWIFT"><b>SWIFT, JONATHAN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOSHUA_SYLVESTER"><b>SYLVESTER, JOSHUA</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#HENRY_TAYLOR"><b>TAYLOR, HENRY</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ALFRED_TENNYSON"><b>TENNYSON, ALFRED</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#MRS_THEALE"><b>THEALE, MRS.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#LOUIS_THEOBALD"><b>THEOBALD, LOUIS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JAMES_THOMSON"><b>THOMSON, JAMES</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_TICKELL"><b>TICKELL, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_TRUMBULL"><b>TRUMBULL, JOHN</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SIR_SAMUEL_TUKE"><b>TUKE, SIR SAMUEL</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#THOMAS_TUSSER"><b>TUSSER, THOMAS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#JOHN_LOUIS_UHLAND"><b>UHLAND, JOHN LOUIS</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#DR_WALCOTT"><b>WALCOTT, DR.</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#EDMUND_WALLER"><b>WALLER, EDMUND</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#ISAAC_WATTS"><b>WATTS, ISAAC</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#GEORGE_WITHER"><b>WITHER, GEORGE</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#CHARLES_WOLFE"><b>WOLFE, CHARLES</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SAMUEL_WOODWORTH"><b>WOODWORTH, SAMUEL</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#WILLIAM_WORDSWORTH"><b>WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#SIR_HENRY_WOTTON"><b>WOTTON, SIR HENRY</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#EDWARD_YOUNG"><b>YOUNG, EDWARD</b></a><br /></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="PREFACE">PREFACE:</a></h2>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page6" id="page6"></a>{6}</span>
+
+<p>The object of this work is to show, to some extent, the obligations our
+language owes to various authors for numerous phrases and familiar
+quotations which have become "household words."</p>
+
+<p>This Collection, originally made without any view of publication, has
+been considerably enlarged by additions from an English work on a
+similar plan, and is now sent forth with the hope that it may be found a
+convenient book of reference.</p>
+
+<p>Though perhaps imperfect in some respects, it is believed to possess the
+merit of accuracy, as the quotations have been taken from the original
+sources.</p>
+
+<p>Should this be favorably received, endeavors will be made to make it
+more worthy of the approbation of the public in a future edition.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page7" id="page7"></a>{7}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><big>A COLLECTION OF</big></h2> <h2><big>FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS</big></h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="page8" id="page8"></a>{8}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="HOLY_SCRIPTURES" id="HOLY_SCRIPTURES"></a>HOLY SCRIPTURES.</h2><span class="pagenum"><a name="page9" id="page9"></a>{9}</span>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>OLD TESTAMENT.</h3>
+
+<h4>Genesis ii. 18.</h4>
+
+<p>It is not good that the man should be alone</p>
+
+<h4>Genesis iii. 19.</h4>
+
+<p>For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.</p>
+
+<h4>Genesis iv. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>Am I my brother's keeper?</p>
+
+<h4>Genesis iv. 13.</h4>
+
+<p>My punishment is greater than I can bear</p>
+
+<h4>Genesis ix. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed.</p>
+
+<h4>Genesis xvi. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page10" id="page10"></a>{10}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Genesis xlii. 38.</h4>
+
+<p>Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.</p>
+
+<h4>Genesis xlix. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel.</p>
+
+<h4>Deuteronomy xix. 21.</h4>
+
+<p>Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.</p>
+
+<h4>Deuteronomy xxxii. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>He kept him as the apple of his eye.</p>
+
+<h4>Judges xvi. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>The Philistines be upon thee, Samson.</p>
+
+<h4>Ruth i. 16.</h4>
+
+<p>For whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge:
+thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.</p>
+
+<h4>Samuel xiii. 14.</h4>
+
+<p>A man after his own heart.</p>
+
+<h4>Samuel i. 20.</h4>
+
+<p>Tell it not in Gath; publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon</p>
+
+<h4>Samuel i. 23.</h4>
+
+<p>Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their
+death they were not divided.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page11" id="page11"></a>{11}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Samuel i. 25.</h4>
+
+<p>How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle!</p>
+
+<h4>Samuel i. 26.</h4>
+
+<p>Very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful,
+passing the love of women.</p>
+
+<h4>Samuel xii. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>And Nathan said to David, Thou art the man.</p>
+
+<h4>Kings ix, 7.</h4>
+
+<p>A proverb and a by-word among all people,</p>
+
+<h4>Kings xviii. 21.</h4>
+
+<p>How long halt ye between two opinions?</p>
+
+<h4>Kings xviii. 44.</h4>
+
+<p>Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.</p>
+
+<h4>Kings xix. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>A still, small voice.</p>
+
+<h4>Kings xx. 11.</h4>
+
+<p>Let not him that girdeth on his harness boast himself as he that putteth
+it off.</p>
+
+<h4>Kings iv. 40.</h4>
+
+<p>There is death in the pot.</p>
+
+<h4>Job i. 21.</h4>
+
+<p>The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the<br />
+Lord.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page12" id="page12"></a>{12}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Job iii. 17.</h4>
+
+<p>There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest.</p>
+
+<h4>Job v. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.</p>
+
+<h4>Job xvi. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Miserable comforters are ye all.</p>
+
+<h4>Job xix. 25.</h4>
+
+<p>I know that my Redeemer liveth.</p>
+
+<h4>Job xxviii. 18.</h4>
+
+<p>The price of wisdom is above-rubies.</p>
+
+<h4>Job xxix. 15.</h4>
+
+<p>I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.</p>
+
+<h4>Job xxxi. 35.</h4>
+
+<p>That mine adversary had written a book.</p>
+
+<h4>Job xxxviii. 11.</h4>
+
+<p>Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves
+be stayed.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm xvi. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm xviii. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>Yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page13" id="page13"></a>{13}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Psalm xxiii. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>He maketh me to lie down in green pastures he leadeth me beside the
+still waters.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm xxiii. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm xxxvii. 25.</h4>
+
+<p>I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous
+forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm xxxvii. 35.</h4>
+
+<p>Spreading himself like a green bay tree.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm xxxvii. 37.</h4>
+
+<p>Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm xxxix. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>While I was musing the fire burned.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm xlv. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm lv. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Oh, that I had wings like a dove!</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm lxxii. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>His enemies shall lick the dust.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm lxxxv. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>Mercy and truth are met together: righteousness and peace have kissed
+each other.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page14" id="page14"></a>{14}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Psalm xc. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>We spend our years as a tale that is told.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm cvii. 27.</h4>
+
+<p>They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their
+wit's end.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm cxxvii. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>He giveth his beloved sleep.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm cxxxiii. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together
+in unity!</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm cxxxvii. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm cxxxvii. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>We hanged our harps on the willows.</p>
+
+<h4>Psalm cxxxix. 14.</h4>
+
+<p>For I am fearfully and wonderfully made.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs iii. 17.</h4>
+
+<p>Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xi. 14.</h4>
+
+<p>In the multitude of counsellors there is safety.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xiii. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>Hope deferred maksth the heart sick.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page15" id="page15"></a>{15}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xiv. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>Fools make a mock at sin.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xiv. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>The heart knoweth his own bitterness.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xiv. 34.</h4>
+
+<p>Righteousness exalteth a nation.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xv. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>A soft answer turneth away wrath.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xv. 17.</h4>
+
+<p>Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred
+therewith.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xvi. 18.</h4>
+
+<p>Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xvi. 31.</h4>
+
+<p>The hoary head is a crown of glory.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xviii. 14.</h4>
+
+<p>A wounded spirit who can bear?</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xxii. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not
+depart from it.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xxiii. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>For riches certainly make themselves wings.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page16" id="page16"></a>{16}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xxiv. 33.</h4>
+
+<p>Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to
+sleep.</p>
+
+<p>Proverbs xxv. 22.</p>
+
+<p>For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xxvi. 13.</h4>
+
+<p>There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xxvii. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may
+bring forth.</p>
+
+<h4>Proverbs xxviii. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The wicked flee when no man pursueth.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes i. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>There is no new thing under the sun.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes i. 14.</h4>
+
+<p>All is vanity and vexation of spirit.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes v. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>The sleep of a laboring man is sweet.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes vii. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of
+feasting.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes vii. 16.</h4>
+
+<p>Be not righteous overmuch</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page17" id="page17"></a>{17}</span>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes ix. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>For a living dog is better than a dead lion,</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes ix. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes ix. 11.</h4>
+
+<p>The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes xi. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes xii. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes xii. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>And the grasshopper shall be a burden.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes xii. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Man goeth to his long home.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes xii. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the
+pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes xii. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall
+return unto God who gave it.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page18" id="page18"></a>{18}</span>
+<h4>Ecclesiastes xii. 8.</h4>
+
+<p>Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher; all is vanity.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecclesiastes xii. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>Of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of
+the flesh.</p>
+
+<h4>Isaiah xi. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down
+with the kid.</p>
+
+<h4>Isaiah xxviii. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>Precept upon precept; line upon line: here a little, and there a little.</p>
+
+<h4>Isaiah xxxviii. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Set thine house in order.</p>
+
+<h4>Isaiah xl. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>All flesh is grass.</p>
+
+<h4>Isaiah xl. 15.</h4>
+
+<p>Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the
+small dust of the balance.</p>
+
+<h4>Isaiah xlii. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not
+quench.</p>
+
+<h4>Isaiah liii. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page19" id="page19"></a>{19}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Isaiah lx. 22.</h4>
+
+<p>A little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation.</p>
+
+<h4>Isaiah lxi. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>To give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the
+garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.</p>
+
+<h4>Isaiah lxiv. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>We all do fade as a leaf.</p>
+
+<h4>Jeremiah vii. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Amend your ways and your doings.</p>
+
+<h4>Jeremiah viii. 22.</h4>
+
+<p>Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there?</p>
+
+<h4>Jeremiah xiii. 23.</h4>
+
+<p>Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots?</p>
+
+<h4>Ezekiel xviii. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on
+edge.</p>
+
+<h4>Daniel v. 27.</h4>
+
+<p>Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.</p>
+
+<h4>Daniel vi. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>The thing is true, according to the law of the Medes and Persians, which
+altereth not.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page20" id="page20"></a>{20}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Hosea viii. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.</p>
+
+<h4>Micah iv. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>And they shall beat their swords into plough-shares, and their spears
+into pruning-hooks.</p>
+
+<h4>Micah iv. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree.</p>
+
+<h4>Habakkuk ii. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that
+readeth it.</p>
+
+<h4>Malachi iv. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with
+healing in his wings.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecelesiasticus xiii. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.</p>
+
+<h4>Ecelesiasticus xiii. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>He will laugh thee to scorn.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>COMMON PRAYER.</h3>
+
+<h4>Morning Prayer.</h4>
+
+<p>We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we
+have done those things which we ought not to have done.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page21" id="page21"></a>{21}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Psalm cv. 18.</h4>
+
+<p>The iron entered into his soul. Collect for the Second Sunday in Advent.<br />
+Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.</p>
+
+<h4>The Burial Service.</h4>
+
+<p>In the midst of life we are in death. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
+dust to dust.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>NEW TESTAMENT.</h3>
+
+<h4>Matthew ii. 18.</h4>
+
+<p>Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because
+they are not.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew iv. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Man shall not live by bread alone.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew v. 13.</h4>
+
+<p>Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savor,
+wherewith shall it be salted?</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew v. 14.</h4>
+
+<p>Ye are the light of the world. A city set upon a hill cannot be hid.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew vi. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand
+doeth.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew vi. 21.</h4>
+
+<p>Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page22" id="page22"></a>{22}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Matthew vi. 24.</h4>
+
+<p>Ye cannot serve God and Mammon.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew vi. 28.</h4>
+
+<p>Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither
+do they spin.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew vi. 34.</h4>
+
+<p>Take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow shall take
+thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil
+thereof.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew vii. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Neither cast ye your pearls before swine.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew vii. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it
+shall be opened unto you.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew viii. 20.</h4>
+
+<p>The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son
+of Man hath not where to lay his head.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew ix. 37.</h4>
+
+<p>The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew x. 16.</h4>
+
+<p>Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page23" id="page23"></a>{23}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Matthew x. 30.</h4>
+
+<p>But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xii. 33.</h4>
+
+<p>The tree is known by his fruit.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xii. 34.</h4>
+
+<p>Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xiii. 57.</h4>
+
+<p>A prophet is not without honor, save in his own country, and in his own
+house.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xiv. 27.</h4>
+
+<p>Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xv. 14.</h4>
+
+<p>And if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xv. 27.</h4>
+
+<p>Yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xvi. 23.</h4>
+
+<p>Get thee behind me, Satan.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xvi. 26.</h4>
+
+<p>For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose
+his own soul?</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xvii. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>It is good for us to be here.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page24" id="page24"></a>{24}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xix. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>What therefore God hath joined together let not man put asunder.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xix. 24.</h4>
+
+<p>It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a
+rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xx. 15.</h4>
+
+<p>Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own?</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xxii. 14.</h4>
+
+<p>For many are called, but few are chosen.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xxiii. 24.</h4>
+
+<p>Ye blind guides! which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xxiii. 27.</h4>
+
+<p>For ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful
+outward, but are within full of dead men's bones.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xxiv. 28.</h4>
+
+<p>For wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered
+together.</p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xxv. 29.</h4>
+
+<p>Unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance:
+but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page25" id="page25"></a>{25}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Matthew xxvi. 41.</h4>
+
+<p>Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is
+willing, but the flesh is weak.</p>
+
+<h4>Mark iv. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.</p>
+
+<h4>Mark v. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>My name is Legion.</p>
+
+<h4>Mark ix. 44.</h4>
+
+<p>Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke iii. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>And now also the ax is laid unto the root of the trees.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke iv. 23.</h4>
+
+<p>Physician, heal thyself.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke x. 37.</h4>
+
+<p>Go, and do thou likewise.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke x. 42.</h4>
+
+<p>But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which
+shall not be taken away from her.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke xi. 23.</h4>
+
+<p>He that is not with me is against me.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke xii. 19.</h4>
+
+<p>And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast <span class="pagenum"><a name="page26" id="page26"></a>{26}</span>much goods laid up for many
+years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke xii. 35.</h4>
+
+<p>Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke xvi. 8.</h4>
+
+<p>For the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the
+children of light.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke xvii. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and
+he cast into the sea.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke xvii. 32.</h4>
+
+<p>Remember Lot's wife.</p>
+
+<h4>Luke xix. 22.</h4>
+
+<p>Out of thine own mouth will I judge thee.</p>
+
+<h4>John i. 29.</h4>
+
+<p>Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world!</p>
+
+<h4>John i. 46.</h4>
+
+<p>Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?</p>
+
+<h4>John iii. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.</p>
+
+<h4>John iii. 8.</h4>
+
+<p>The wind bloweth where it listeth.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page27" id="page27"></a>{27}</span></p>
+
+<h4>John v. 35.</h4>
+
+<p>He was a burning and a shining light.</p>
+
+<h4>John vi. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.</p>
+
+<h4>John vii. 24.</h4>
+
+<p>Judge not according to the appearance.</p>
+
+<h4>John xii. 8.</h4>
+
+<p>For the poor always ye have with you.</p>
+
+<h4>John xii, 35.</h4>
+
+<p>Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you.</p>
+
+<h4>John xiv. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Let not your heart be troubled.</p>
+
+<h4>John xiv. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>In my Father's house are many mansions.</p>
+
+<h4>John xv. 13.</h4>
+
+<p>Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his
+friends.</p>
+
+<h4>Acts ix. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.</p>
+
+<h4>Acts xx. 35.</h4>
+
+<p>It is more blessed to give than to receive.</p>
+
+<h4>Romans ii. 11.</h4>
+
+<p>For there is no respect of persons with God.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page28" id="page28"></a>{28}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Romans vi. 23.</h4>
+
+<p>For the wages of sin is death.</p>
+
+<h4>Romans viii. 28.</h4>
+
+<p>And we know that all things work together or good to them that love God.</p>
+
+<h4>Romans xii. 16.</h4>
+
+<p>Be not wise in your own conceits.</p>
+
+<h4>Romans xii. 20.</h4>
+
+<p>Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink:
+for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.</p>
+
+<h4>Romans xii. 21.</h4>
+
+<p>Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.</p>
+
+<h4>Romans xiii. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The powers that be are ordained of God,</p>
+
+<h4>Romans xiii. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Render therefore to all their dues.</p>
+
+<h4>Romans xiii. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>Love is the fulfilling of the law.</p>
+
+<h4>Romans xiv. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians iii. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page29" id="page29"></a>{29}</span>
+<h4>1 Corinthians iii. 13.</h4>
+
+<p>Every man's work shall be made manifest,</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians v. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Absent in body, but present in spirit.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians v. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump?</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians vii. 31.</h4>
+
+<p>For the fashion of this world passeth away,</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians ix. 22.</h4>
+
+<p>I am made all things to all men.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians x. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians xiii. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>As sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians xiii. 11.</h4>
+
+<p>When I was a child I spake as a child.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians xiii. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>For now we see through a glass, darkly.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians xv. 33.</h4>
+
+<p>Be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Corinthians xv. 47.</h4>
+
+<p>The first man is of the earth, earthy.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page30" id="page30"></a>{30}</span>
+<h4>1 Corinthians xv. 55.</h4>
+
+<p>O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?</p>
+
+<h4>2 Corinthians v. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>We walk by faith, not by sight.</p>
+
+<h4>2 Corinthians vi. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Behold, now is the accepted time,</p>
+
+<h4>2 Corinthians vi. 8.</h4>
+
+<p>By evil report and good report.</p>
+
+<h4>Galatians vi. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>For every man shall bear his own burden,</p>
+
+<h4>Galatians vi. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.</p>
+
+<h4>Ephesians iv. 26.</h4>
+
+<p>Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.</p>
+
+<h4>Philippians i. 21.</h4>
+
+<p>For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.</p>
+
+<h4>Colossians ii. 21.</h4>
+
+<p>Touch not; taste not; handle not.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Thessalonians i. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labor of love.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page31" id="page31"></a>{31}</span>
+<h4>1 Thessalonians v. 21.</h4>
+
+<p>Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Timothy iii. 3,</h4>
+
+<p>Not greedy of filthy lucre.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Timothy v. 18.</h4>
+
+<p>The laborer is worthy of his reward.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Timothy v. 23.</h4>
+
+<p>Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Timothy vi. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>For the love of money is the root of all evil.</p>
+
+<h4>2 Timothy iv. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the
+faith.</p>
+
+<h4>Titus i. 15.</h4>
+
+<p>Unto the pure all things are pure.</p>
+
+<h4>Hebrews xi. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Now faith is the substance of things hoped' for, the evidence of things
+not seen.</p>
+
+<h4>Hebrews xii. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.</p>
+
+<h4>Hebrews xiii. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have
+entertained angels unawares.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page32" id="page32"></a>{32}</span></p>
+
+<h4>James i. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>Blessed is the man that endureth temptation for when he is tried he
+shall receive the crown of life.</p>
+
+<h4>James iii. P</h4>
+
+<p>Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!</p>
+
+<h4>James iv. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Peter iv. 8.</h4>
+
+<p>Charity shall cover the multitude of sins.</p>
+
+<h4>1 Peter v. 8.</h4>
+
+<p>Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring
+lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour.</p>
+
+<h4>2 Peter iii. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night.</p>
+
+<h4>1 John iv. 18.</h4>
+
+<p>There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.</p>
+
+<h4>Revelation ii. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>Be thou faithful unto death.</p>
+
+<h4>Revelation ii. 27.</h4>
+
+<p>He shall rule them with a rod of iron.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page33" id="page33"></a>{33}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Revelation xxii. 13.</h4>
+
+<p>I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SHAKESPEARE" id="SHAKESPEARE"></a>SHAKESPEARE.</h2>
+
+<h3>TEMPEST.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
+temple:<br />
+If the ill spirit have so fair a house,<br />
+Good things will strive to dwell with 't.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I will be correspondent to command,<br />
+And do my spiriting gently.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>A very ancient and fishlike smell.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page34" id="page34"></a>{34}</span>
+<p>Our revels row are ended: these our actors,<br />
+As I foretold you, were all spirits, and<br />
+Are melted into air, into thin air:<br />
+And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,<br />
+The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,<br />
+The solemn temples, the great globe itself<br />
+Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,<br />
+And, like an insubstantial pageant faded,<br />
+Leave not a rack behind.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>We are such stuff<br />
+As dreams are made of, and our little life<br />
+Is rounded with a sleep.</p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I have no other but a woman's reason;<br />
+I think him so, because I think him so.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>To make a virtue of necessity.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Is she not passing fair?</p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Why, then the world's mine oyster,<br />
+Which I with sword will open.</p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page35" id="page35"></a>{35}</span>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>They say, there is divinity in odd numbers,
+either in nativity, chance, or death.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<h3>TWELFTH NIGHT.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>If music be the food of love, play on,<br />
+Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,<br />
+The appetite may sicken, and so die.&mdash;<br />
+That strain again&mdash;it had a dying fall;<br />
+O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,<br />
+That breathes upon a bank of violets,<br />
+Stealing and giving odor.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc, 3.</h4>
+
+<p>I am sure care's an enemy to life.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white<br />
+Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Dost thou think, because them art virtuous,<br />
+there shall be no more cakes and ale?</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page36" id="page36"></a>{36}</span>
+<p>She never told her love,<br />
+But let concealment, like a worm in the bud,<br />
+Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,<br />
+And, with a green and yellow melancholy,<br />
+She sat, like Patience on a monument,<br />
+Smiling at grief.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful<br />
+In the contempt and anger of his lip!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Love sought is good, but given unsought is
+better.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc, 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though
+thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Some are born great, some achieve greatness,
+and some have greatness thrust upon them.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<h3>MEASURE FOR MEASURE.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Spirits are not finely touched<br />
+But to fine issues.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Our doubts are traitors,<br />
+And make us lose the good we oft might win,<br />
+By fearing to attempt.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page37" id="page37"></a>{37}</span>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>O, it is excellent<br />
+To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous<br />
+To use it like a giant.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>But man, proud man!<br />
+Drest in a little brief authority,</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven<br />
+As make the angels weep.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The miserable have no other medicine,<br />
+But only hope.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The sense of death is most in apprehension;<br />
+And the poor beetle that we tread upon<br />
+In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great<br />
+As when a giant dies.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;<br />
+To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page38" id="page38"></a>{38}</span>
+<p>Take, O take those lips away,<br />
+That so sweetly were forsworn;<br />
+And those eyes, the break of day,<br />
+Lights that do mislead the morn;<br />
+But my kisses bring again,<br />
+Seals of love, but sealed in vain.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<h3>MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>He hath indeed better bettered expectation.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Friendship is constant in all other things,<br />
+Save in the office and affairs of love.<br />
+Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;<br />
+Let every eye negotiate for itself,<br />
+And trust no other agent.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I
+could say how much.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Sits the wind in that corner?</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page39" id="page39"></a>{39}</span>
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>When I said I should die a bachelor, I did
+not think I should live till I were married.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Some, Cupid kills with arrows, some with
+traps.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Everyone can master a grief, but he that<br />
+Lath it.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Are you good men and true?</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Comparisons are odorous.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>O that he were here to write me down&mdash;an ass!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>A fellow that had losses.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>For there was never yet philosopher<br />
+That could endure the toothache patiently.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page40" id="page40"></a>{40}</span>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<h3>MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>But earthly happier is the rose distilled<br />
+Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn<br />
+Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,<br />
+Could ever hear by tale or history,<br />
+The course of true love never did run smooth.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;<br />
+And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>A proper man as any one shall see in a summer's day.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>In maiden meditation, fancy free.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I'll put a girdle round about the earth<br />
+In forty minutes.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,<br />
+Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>So we grew together,<br />
+Like to a double cherry, seeming parted.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page41" id="page41"></a>{41}</span>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,<br />
+Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,<br />
+And as imagination bodies forth<br />
+The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen<br />
+Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing<br />
+A local habitation and a name.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<h3>LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>A merrier man,<br />
+Within the limit of becoming mirth,<br />
+I never spent an hour's talk withal.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>He draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his
+argument.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<h3>MERCHANT OF VENICE.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;<br />
+A stage, where every man must play a part,<br />
+And mine a sad one.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,<br />
+Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page42" id="page42"></a>{42}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I am Sir Oracle,<br />
+And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!</p>
+
+<h4>Act i, Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing; more than any man in all<br />
+Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of
+chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them: and, when you have
+them, they are not worth the search.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Even there, where merchants most do congregate.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe,</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Many a time, and oft,
+the Rialto, have you rated me.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>It is a wise father that knows his own child.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii, Sc. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>All things that are,<br />
+Are with more spirits chased than enjoyed.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page43" id="page43"></a>{43}</span>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>All that glisters is not gold.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not
+a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses,
+affections, passions?</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall
+into Charybdis, your mother.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting
+thee twice?</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The quality of mercy is not strained;<br />
+It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven<br />
+Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;<br />
+It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes,</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>A Daniel come to judgment.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Is it so nominated in the bond.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>I cannot find it; 'tis not in the bond?</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I have thee on the hip</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page44" id="page44"></a>{44}</span>Act iv. Sc. 1.</p>
+
+<p>I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I am never merry when I hear sweet music.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The man that hath no music in himself,<br />
+Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,<br />
+Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>How far that little candle throws his beams!<br />
+So shines a good deed in a naughty world.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>AS YOU LIKE IT.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>My pride fell with my fortunes.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p><i>Cel</i>. Not a word?<br />
+<i>Ros</i>. Not one to throw at a dog.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>O how full of briers is this working-day world!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page45" id="page45"></a>{45}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Sweet are the uses of adversity,<br />
+Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,<br />
+Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>And this our life, exempt from public haunts,<br />
+Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,<br />
+Sermons in stones, and good in everything.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament,<br />
+As wordlings do, giving thy sum of more<br />
+To that which had too much."</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>And He that doth the ravens feed,<br />
+Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,<br />
+Be comfort to my age!</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>For in my youth I never did apply<br />
+Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,<br />
+Frosty, but kindly.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 7.</h4>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page46" id="page46"></a>{46}</span>
+<p>And railed on lady Fortune in good terms,<br />
+In good set terms....<br />
+And looking on it with lack-luster eye,<br />
+"Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the<br />
+world wags.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,<br />
+And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,<br />
+And thereby hangs a tale."</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Motley's the only wear.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>If ladies be but young and fair,<br />
+They have the gift to know it.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>I must have liberty<br />
+Withal, as large a charter as the wind,<br />
+To blow on whom I please.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>The why is plain as way to parish church.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>All the world's a stage<br />
+And all the men and women merely players:<br />
+They have their exits and their entrances,<br />
+And one man in his time plays many parts</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page47" id="page47"></a>{47}</span>
+<p>And then, the whining schoolboy, with his satchel,<br />
+And shining morning face, creeping like snail<br />
+Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover,<br />
+Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad<br />
+Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,<br />
+Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,<br />
+Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,<br />
+Seeking the bubble reputation<br />
+Even in the cannon's mouth And then the justice,</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Full of wise saws and modern instances,<br />
+And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts<br />
+Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Last scene of all,<br />
+That ends this strange, eventful history,<br />
+Is second childishness, and mere oblivion.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Blow, blow, thou winter wind,<br />
+Thou art not so unkind<br />
+As man's ingratitude.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 8.</h4>
+
+<p>Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me
+sad.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page48" id="page48"></a>{48}</span>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for
+love.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Pacing through the forest,<br />
+Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's
+eyes!</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Your <i>If</i> is the only peacemaker; much
+virtue in <i>If</i>.</p>
+
+<h4>Epilogue.</h4>
+
+<p>Good wine needs no bush.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>TAMING OF THE SHREW.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc.  1,</h4>
+
+<p>And thereby hangs a tale.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>My cake is dough.</p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>WINTER'S TALE.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>A merry heart goes all the day,<br />
+Your sad tires in a mile-a.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page49" id="page49"></a>{49}</span>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Daffodils,<br />
+That come before the swallow dares, and take<br />
+The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,<br />
+But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,<br />
+Or Cytherea's breath.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>When you do dance, I wish you<br />
+A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do<br />
+Nothing but that.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>It were all one,<br />
+That I should love a bright, particular star,<br />
+And think to wed it, he is so above me.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Praising what is lost<br />
+Makes the remembrance dear.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>COMEDY OF ERRORS.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain,<br />
+A mere anatomy.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page50" id="page50"></a>{50}</span>
+
+<h3>MACBETH.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>When shall we three meet again,<br />
+In thunder, lightning, or in rain?</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Fair is foul, and foul is fair.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,<br />
+And these are of them.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Two truths are told,<br />
+As happy prologues to the swelling act<br />
+Of the imperial theme.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Present fears<br />
+Are less than horrible imaginings.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Come what come may,<br />
+Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Nothing in his life<br />
+Became him like the leaving it.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>There's no art<br />
+To find the mind's construction in the face.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page51" id="page51"></a>{51}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Yet I do fear thy nature;<br />
+It is too full of the milk of human kindness<br />
+To catch the nearest way.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men<br />
+May read strange matters.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well<br />
+It were done quickly.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>That but this blow<br />
+Might be the be-all and the end-all here.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>This even-handed justice<br />
+Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice<br />
+To our own lips.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Besides, this Duncan<br />
+Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been<br />
+So clear in his great office, that his virtues<br />
+Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against<br />
+The deep damnation of his taking off.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page52" id="page52"></a>{52}</span>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc, 7.</h4>
+
+<p>I have no spur<br />
+To prick the sides of my intent, but only<br />
+Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,<br />
+And falls on the other&mdash;.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>I have bought<br />
+Golden opinions from all sorts of people.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Letting <i>I dare not</i> wait upon <i>I would</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Like the poor cat i' the adage.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>I dare do all that may become a man;<br />
+Who dares do more, is none.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>But screw your courage to the sticking-place.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Is this a dagger which I see before me,<br />
+The handle towards my hand?</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Thou sure and firm-set earth,<br />
+Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear<br />
+The very stones prate of my whereabout.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>For it is a knell<br />
+That summons thee to heaven or to hell!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page53" id="page53"></a>{53}</span>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>The attempt, and not the deed,<br />
+Confound us.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Infirm of purpose!</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>The labor we delight in, physics pain.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees<br />
+Is left this vault to brag of.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>A falcon, towering in her pride of place,<br />
+Was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc, 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,<br />
+And put a barren scepter in my gripe,<br />
+Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,<br />
+No son of mine succeeding.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+<p><i>Mur</i>. We are men, my liege.<br />
+<i>Mac</i>. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>We have scotched the snake, not killed it.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page54" id="page54"></a>{54}</span>
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Duncan is in his grave!<br />
+After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined bound in<br />
+To saucy doubts and fears.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Now good digestion wait on appetite,<br />
+And health on both!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake<br />
+Thy gory locks at me.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Thou hast no speculation in those eyes<br />
+Which thou dost glare with!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>What man dare, I dare.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves<br />
+Shall never tremble.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Stand not upon the order of your going,<br />
+But go at once.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page55" id="page55"></a>{55}</span>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Can such things be,<br />
+And overcome us like a summer's cloud,<br />
+Without our special wonder?</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Black spirits and white,<br />
+Red spirits and gray,<br />
+Mingle, mingle, mingle,<br />
+You that mingle may.<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>By the pricking of my thumbs,<br />
+Something wicked this way comes.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>A deed without a name.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I'll make assurance double sure,<br />
+And take a bond of fate.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Show his eyes, and grieve his heart!<br />
+Come like shadows, so depart.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page56" id="page56"></a>{56}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,<br />
+Unless the deed go with it.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,<br />
+At one fell swoop?</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>I cannot but remember such things were,<br />
+That were most precious to me.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,<br />
+And braggart with my tongue!</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>My way of life<br />
+Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf;<br />
+And that which should accompany old age,<br />
+As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,<br />
+I must not look to have; but, in their stead,<br />
+Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,<br />
+Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Not so sick, my lord,<br />
+As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,<br />
+That keep her from her rest.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page57" id="page57"></a>{57}</span>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;<br />
+Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;<br />
+Raze out the written troubles of the brain;<br />
+And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,<br />
+Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff<br />
+Which weighs upon the heart?</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc, 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>I would applaud thee to the very echo,<br />
+That should applaud again.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v, Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Hang out our banners on the outward walls;<br />
+The cry is still, <i>They come</i>.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,<br />
+Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,<br />
+To the last syllable of recorded time;<br />
+And all our yesterdays have lighted fools<br />
+The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!<br />
+Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,<br />
+That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,<br />
+And then is heard no more; it is a tale<br />
+Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,<br />
+Signifying nothing.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page58" id="page58"></a>{58}</span>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Blow, wind! come, wrack!<br />
+At least we'll die with harness on our back.</p>
+
+<h4>Act. v. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>I bear a charmed life.</p>
+
+<h4>Act. v. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>That keep the word of promise to our ear,<br />
+And break it to our hope.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Lay on, Macduff;<br />
+And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>KING JOHN.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>For courage mounteth with occasion.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward,<br />
+Thou little valiant, great in villany!<br />
+Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!<br />
+Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight<br />
+But when her humorous ladyship is by<br />
+To teach thee safety!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame,<br />
+And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page59" id="page59"></a>{59}</span>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,<br />
+Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,<br />
+To throw a perfume on the violet,<br />
+To smooth the ice, or add another hue<br />
+Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light<br />
+To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,<br />
+Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Now oft the sight of means to do ill deeds<br />
+Makes deeds ill done!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>KING RICHARD II.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,<br />
+By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?<br />
+Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,<br />
+By bare imagination of a feast?</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>The apprehension of the good<br />
+Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The ripest fruit first falls.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page60" id="page60"></a>{60}</span></p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>He will give the devil his due.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,<br />
+He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,<br />
+To bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse<br />
+Betwixt the wind and his nobility.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,<br />
+To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I know a trick worth two of that.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Call you that backing of your friends? a plague upon such backing!</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as
+blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page61" id="page61"></a>{61}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>I was a coward on instinct.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p><i>Glen</i>. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
+<i>Hot</i>. Why, so can I, or so can any man: But will they come when you do
+call for them?</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Tell truth and shame the devil.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,<br />
+Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>I could have better spared a better man.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>The better part of valor is&mdash;discretion.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you, I was down,
+and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and
+fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page62" id="page62"></a>{62}</span></p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless.<br />
+So dull, so dead in look, so woebegone,<br />
+Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,<br />
+And would have told him, half his Troy was burned.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news<br />
+Hath but a losing office; and his tongue<br />
+Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,<br />
+Remembered knolling a departed friend.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>He hath eaten me out of house and home.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>He was, indeed, the glass<br />
+Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Sleep, gentle sleep,<br />
+Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,<br />
+That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,<br />
+And steep my senses in forgetfulness?</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>With all appliances and means to boot.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page63" id="page63"></a>{63}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>He hath a tear for pity, and a hand<br />
+Open as day for melting charity.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>KING HENRY V.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Consideration like an angel came,<br />
+And whipped the offending Adam out of him.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i, Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>When he speaks,<br />
+The air, a chartered libertine, is still.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii Sc. 1.</h4>
+<p>Base is the slave that pays.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>'A babbled of green fields.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Chorus.</h4>
+
+<p>With busy hammers closing rivets up,<br />
+Give dreadful note of preparation.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page64" id="page64"></a>{64}</span>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Then shall our names,<br />
+Familiar in their mouths as household words&mdash;<br />
+Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,<br />
+Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster&mdash;<br />
+Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed:<br />
+She is a woman; therefore to be won.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted?<br />
+Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just;<br />
+And he but naked, though locked up in steel,<br />
+Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>He dies and makes no sign.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page65" id="page65"></a>{65}</span></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;<br />
+The thief doth fear each bush an officer.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>KING RICHARD III</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Now is the winter of our discontent<br />
+Made glorious summer by this sun of York;<br />
+And all the clouds that lowered upon our house,<br />
+In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,<br />
+Deformed, unfinished, Bent before my time<br />
+Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace,<br />
+Have no delight to pass away the time.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>To leave this keen encounter of our wits.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Was ever woman in this humor wooed?<br />
+Was ever woman in this humor won?</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page66" id="page66"></a>{66}</span>
+<p>O, I have passed a miserable night,<br />
+So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,<br />
+That, as I am a Christian faithful man,<br />
+I would not spend another such a night,<br />
+Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Let not the heavens hear these telltale women<br />
+Hail on the Lord's anointed.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Thus far into the bowels of the land<br />
+Have we marched on without impediment.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,<br />
+Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>The king's name is a tower of strength.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>I have set my life upon a cast,<br />
+And I will stand the hazard of the die.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page67" id="page67"></a>{67}</span>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>KING HENRY VIII.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Verily,<br />
+I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born,<br />
+And range with humble livers in content,<br />
+Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,<br />
+And wear a golden sorrow.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>And then to breakfast with<br />
+What appetite you have.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!<br />
+This is the state of man. To-day he puts forth<br />
+The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms<br />
+And bears his blushing honors thick upon him.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>O how wretched<br />
+Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!<br />
+There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to<br />
+That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,<br />
+More pangs and fears than wars or women have;<br />
+And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,<br />
+Never to hope again.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Had I but served my God with half the zeal<br />
+I served my king, he would not in mine age<br />
+Have left me naked to mine enemies.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page68" id="page68"></a>{68}</span>
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues<br />
+We write in water.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>To dance attendance on their lordship's pleasures.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>One touch of nature makes the whole world kin</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>And, like a dewdrop from the lion's mane,<br />
+Be shook to air.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>CORIOLANUS.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Hear you this Triton of the minnows?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>JULIUS CAESAR.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Beware the Ides of March!</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I cannot tell what you and other men<br />
+Think of this life; but for my single self,<br />
+I had as lief not be as live to be<br />
+In awe of such a thing as I myself.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page69" id="page69"></a>{69}</span>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Dar'st thou, Cassius, now<br />
+Leap in with me into this angry flood,<br />
+And swim to yonder point?&mdash;Upon the word,<br />
+Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,<br />
+And bade him follow.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Ye gods, it doth amaze me,<br />
+A man of such a feeble temper should<br />
+So get the start of the majestic world,<br />
+And bear the palm alone.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,<br />
+Like a Colossus, and we petty men<br />
+Walk under his huge legs, and peep about<br />
+To find ourselves dishonorable graves.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Let me have men about me that are fat;<br />
+Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights;<br />
+Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look;<br />
+He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,<br />
+As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit,<br />
+That could be moved to smile at anything.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page70" id="page70"></a>{70}</span>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Between the acting of a dreadful thing<br />
+And the first motion, all the interim is<br />
+Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Yon are my true and honorable wife,<br />
+As dear to me as the ruddy drops<br />
+That visit my sad heart.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Cowards die many times before their deaths;<br />
+The valiant never taste of death but once.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Though last, not least, in love.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Cry <i>Havoc</i>, and let slip the dogs of war.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me
+for my cause; and be silent that you may hear.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
+Rome more.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Who is here so base, that would be a bondman?
+If any, speak: for him have I offended.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2..</h4>
+
+<p>The evil that men do lives after them;<br />
+The good is oft interred with their bones.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page71" id="page71"></a>{71}</span>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>For Brutus is an honorable man;<br />
+So are they all, all honorable men.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;<br />
+Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>But yesterday, the word of Caesar might<br />
+Have stood against the world; now lies he there,<br />
+And none so poor to do him reverence.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>If you have years, prepare to shed them now.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>See, what a rent the envious Casca made!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>This was the most unkindest cut of all.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Great Caesar fell.<br />
+O what a fall was there, my countrymen!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Put a tongue<br />
+In every wound of Caesar, that should move<br />
+The stones of Borne to rise and mutiny.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page72" id="page72"></a>{72}</span>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,<br />
+Than such a Roman.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats<br />
+For I am armed so strong in honesty,<br />
+That they pass by me as the idle wind,<br />
+Which I respect not.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,<br />
+But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>There is a tide in the affairs of men,<br />
+Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune:<br />
+Omitted, all the voyage of their life<br />
+Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>His life was gentle, and the elements<br />
+So mixed in him, that nature might stand up<br />
+And say to all the world, <i>This was a man</i>!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page73" id="page73"></a>{73}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>For her own person,<br />
+It beggared all description.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale<br />
+Her infinite variety.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>CYMBELINE.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Some griefs are med'cinable.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Weariness<br />
+Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth<br />
+Finds the down pillow hard.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>KING LEAR.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,<br />
+To have a thankless child.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,<br />
+Stain my man's cheeks.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page74" id="page74"></a>{74}</span>
+
+<h4>Act iil. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Tremble, thou wretch,<br />
+That hast within thee undivulged crimes,<br />
+Unwhipped of justice.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I am a man<br />
+More sinned against than sinning.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,<br />
+That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,<br />
+How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,<br />
+Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you<br />
+From seasons such as these?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Take physic, pomp;<br />
+Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>The little dogs and all,<br />
+Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page75" id="page75"></a>{75}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Ay, every inch a king.</p>
+
+<h4>Act. iv. Sc. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary,
+to sweeten my imagination.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;<br />
+Robes and furred gowns hide all.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices<br />
+Make instruments to plague us.</p>
+
+<h4>Act. v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Her voice was ever soft,<br />
+Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>ROMEO AND JULIET.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The weakest goes to the wall.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>One fire burns out another's burning.<br />
+One pain is lessened by another's anguish.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Too early seen unknown, and known too late,</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page76" id="page76"></a>{76}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!<br />
+O that I were a glove upon that hand,<br />
+That I might touch that cheek!</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>What's in a name? that which we call a rose<br />
+By any other name would smell as sweet.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,<br />
+Than twenty of their swords.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>At lover's perjuries,<br />
+They say, Jove laughs.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,<br />
+That monthly changes in her circled orb,<br />
+Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow,<br />
+That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page77" id="page77"></a>{77}</span>
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>I am the very pink of courtesy.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>My man's as true as steel.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii, Sc. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>Here comes the lady;&mdash;O, so light a foot<br />
+Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc, 1.</h4>
+
+<p>A plague o' both the houses!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p><i>Rom</i>. Courage, man I the hurt cannot be much.<br />
+<i>Mer</i>. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door;
+but 'tis enough.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day<br />
+Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Not stopping o'er the bounds of modesty.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. I.</h4>
+
+<p>My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page78" id="page78"></a>{78}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>A beggarly account of empty boxes.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>My poverty, but not my will, consents.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Beauty's ensign yet<br />
+Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,<br />
+And death's pale flag is not advanced there.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Eyes, look your last!<br />
+Arms, take your last embrace!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>HAMLET.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>This bodes some strange eruption to our state.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>In the most high and palmy state of Rome,<br />
+A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,<br />
+The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead<br />
+Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>And then it started like a guilty thing<br />
+Upon a fearful summons.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page79" id="page79"></a>{79}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes<br />
+Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,<br />
+This bird of dawning singeth all night long.<br />
+And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad,<br />
+The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,<br />
+No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,<br />
+So hallowed and so gracious is the time.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>The head is not more native to the heart.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>A little more than kin, and less than kind.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i, Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>But I have that within which passeth show;<br />
+These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>O that this too, too solid flesh would melt,<br />
+Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!<br />
+Or that the Everlasting had not fixed<br />
+His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!<br />
+How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable<br />
+Seem to me all the uses of this world!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>That it should come to this!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page80" id="page80"></a>{80}</span>
+Hyperion to a satyr! so loving to my mother,<br />
+That he might not beteem the winds of heaven<br />
+Visit her face too roughly.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Why, she would hang on him,<br />
+As if increase of appetite had grown<br />
+By what it fed on.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Frailty, thy name is woman!<br />
+A little month.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Like Niobe, all tears.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>My father's brother; but no more like my father<br />
+Than I to Hercules.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats<br />
+Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>In my mind's eye, Horatio.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>He was a man, take him for all in all,<br />
+I shall not look upon his like again.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>A countenance more<br />
+In sorrow than in anger.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page81" id="page81"></a>{81}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>And in the morn and liquid dew of youth.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.<br />
+The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried<br />
+Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.<br />
+Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,<br />
+But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;<br />
+For the apparel oft proclaims the man.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Neither a borrower nor a lender be.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Springes to catch woodcocks.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>But to my mind&mdash;though I am native here,<br />
+And to the manner born&mdash;it is a custom<br />
+More honored in the breach than the observance.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,<br />
+That I will speak to thee.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Let me not burst in ignorance!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page82" id="page82"></a>{82}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>I do not set my life at a pin's fee.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word<br />
+Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;<br />
+Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;<br />
+Thy knotted and combined locks to part,<br />
+And each particular hair to stand on end,<br />
+Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>O my prophetic soul! my uncle!</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>No reckoning made, but sent to my account<br />
+With all my imperfections on my head.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>The glowworm shows the matin to be near<br />
+And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,<br />
+To tell us this.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page83" id="page83"></a>{83}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,<br />
+Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>The time is out of joint.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>This is the very ecstasy of love.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Brevity is the soul of wit.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;<br />
+And pity 'tis, 'tis true.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Doubt thou the stars are tire;<br />
+Doubt that the sun doth move;<br />
+Doubt truth to be a liar;<br />
+But never doubt I love.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2,</h4>
+
+<p>Still harping on my daughter.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in
+faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action,
+how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a God!</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page84" id="page84"></a>{84}</span>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Man delights not me&mdash;nor woman neither.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I know a hawk from a hand-saw.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Come, give us a taste of your quality.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>'Twas caviare to the general.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>The play's the thing,<br />
+Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>To be, or not to be? that is the question:<br />
+Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer<br />
+The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,<br />
+Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,<br />
+And, by opposing, end them?&mdash;To die&mdash;to sleep&mdash;<br />
+No more&mdash;and, by a sleep, to say we end<br />
+The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks<br />
+That flesh is heir to&mdash;'tis a consummation<br />
+Devoutly to be wished. To die&mdash;to sleep&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page85" id="page85"></a>{85}</span>
+To sleep! perchance, to dream&mdash;ay, there's the rub;<br />
+For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,<br />
+When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,<br />
+Must give us pause.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The spurns<br />
+That patient merit of the unworthy takes;<br />
+When he himself might his quietus make<br />
+With a bare bodkin. Who would fardels bear,<br />
+To grunt and sweat under a weary life,<br />
+But that the dread of something after death&mdash;<br />
+The undiscovered country, from whose bourne<br />
+No traveler returns&mdash;puzzles the will,<br />
+And makes us rather bear those ills we have,<br />
+Than fly to others that we know not of?<br />
+Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,<br />
+And thus the native hue of resolution<br />
+Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Nymph, in thy orisons<br />
+Be all my sins remembered.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,
+thon shalt not escape calumny.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,<br />
+The observed of all observers!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page86" id="page86"></a>{86}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. X.</h4>
+
+<p>Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,<br />
+Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>It out-herods Herod.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made
+them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;<br />
+And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,<br />
+Where thrift may follow fawning.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Give me that man<br />
+That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him<br />
+In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of hearts,<br />
+As I do thee.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Something too much of this.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Here's metal more attractive.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page87" id="page87"></a>{87}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>The lady doth protest too much, methinks.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Let the galled jade wince, our withers are un-wrung.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Why, let the strucken deer go weep,<br />
+The hart ungalled play;<br />
+For some must watch, while some must sleep;<br />
+Thus runs the world away.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>It will discourse most eloquent music.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Very like a whale.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>They fool me to the top of my bent.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis now the very witching time of night,<br />
+When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out<br />
+Contagion to this world.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>O my offence is rank, it smells to heaven</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Look here, upon this picture, and on this;<br />
+The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page88" id="page88"></a>{88}</span>
+See what a grace was seated on this brow!<br />
+Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;<br />
+An eye like Mars, to threaten and command.<br />
+A combination, and a form, indeed,<br />
+Where every god did seem to set his seal,<br />
+To give the world assurance of a man.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>A king Of shreds and patches.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>This is the very coinage of your brain.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Assume a virtue, if you have it not.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>For 'tis the sport to have the engineer<br />
+Hoist with his own petard.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>When sorrows come, they come not single spies,<br />
+But in battalions!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>There's such divinity doth hedge a king,<br />
+That treason can but peep to what it would.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page89" id="page89"></a>{89}</span>
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation
+will undo us.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest; of
+most excellent fancy.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of
+merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>To what base uses we may return, Horatio!</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Imperial Caesar, dead, and turned to clay,<br />
+Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash,<br />
+Yet have I in me something dangerous.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>There's a divinity that shapes our ends,<br />
+Rough-hew them how we will.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page90" id="page90"></a>{90}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>A hit, a very palpable hit.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>OTHELLO.</h3>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve<br />
+For daws to peck at.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>The very head and front of my offending<br />
+Hath this extent, no more.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver<br />
+Of my whole course of love.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,<br />
+Of moving accidents, by flood and field;<br />
+Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>My story being done<br />
+She gave me for my pains a world of signs:<br />
+She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing; strange;
+'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page91" id="page91"></a>{91}</span>
+She wished she had not heard it; yet she
+wished<br />
+That Heaven had made her such a man.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Upon this hint I spake.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>I do perceive hero a divided duty.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>For I am nothing, if not critical.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p><i>Iago.</i> To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.<br />
+<i>Des</i>. O most lame and impotent conclusion!</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle<br />
+From her propriety.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast
+no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>O that men should put an enemy in their
+mouths, to steal away their brains!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Perdition catch my soul,<br />
+But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,<br />
+Chaos is come again.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page92" id="page92"></a>{92}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord,<br />
+Is the immediate jewel of their souls.<br />
+Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;<br />
+'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;<br />
+But he that filches from me my good name<br />
+Robs roe of that which not enriches him,<br />
+And makes me poor indeed.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;<br />
+It is the green-eyed monster, which doth make<br />
+The meat it feeds on.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Trifles, light as air,<br />
+Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong<br />
+As proofs of holy writ.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Not poppy, nor mandragora,<br />
+Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world,<br />
+Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep<br />
+Which thou ow'dst yesterday.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,<br />
+Let him not know it, and he's not robbed at all.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page93" id="page93"></a>{93}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>O, now, forever,<br />
+Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!<br />
+Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,<br />
+That make ambition virtue! O farewell!<br />
+Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,<br />
+The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Othello's occupation's gone!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Give me the ocular proof.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>But this denoted a foregone conclusion.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>They laugh that win.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Steeped me in poverty to the very lips.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>But, alas! to make me<br />
+A fixed figure, for the time of scorn<br />
+To point his slow, unmovin finger at.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>And put in every honest hand a whip,<br />
+To lash the rascal naked through the world.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page94" id="page94"></a>{94}</span>
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis neither here nor there.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>He hath a daily beauty in his life.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I have done the state some service, and they know it.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,<br />
+Nor set down aught in malice.<br />
+Then must you speak.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Of one that loved not wisely, but too well.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Of one, whose hand,<br />
+Like the base J&uacute;dean, threw a pearl away,<br />
+Richer than all his tribe.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Albeit unused to the melting mood.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_TUSSER" id="THOMAS_TUSSER"></a>THOMAS TUSSER.</h2>
+<h3>1523-1580.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Moral Reflections on the Wind</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Except wind stands as never it stood,<br />
+It is an ill wind turns none to good.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page95" id="page95"></a>{95}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FULKE_GREVILLE_LORD_BROOKE" id="FULKE_GREVILLE_LORD_BROOKE"></a>FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE.</h2>
+<h3>1554-1624.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Mustapha</i>.</h4>
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>O wearisome condition of humanity!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>Sonnet LVI.</h4>
+
+<p>And out of minde as soon as out of sight.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CHRISTOPHER_MARLOWE" id="CHRISTOPHER_MARLOWE"></a>CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE.</h2>
+<h3>1565-1593.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Hero and Leander</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Who ever loved that loved not at first sight.</p>
+
+<h4><i>The Passionate Shepherd to his Love</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Come live with me, and be my love,<br />
+And we will all the pleasures prove<br />
+That valleys, groves, and hills, and folds,<br />
+Woods, or steepy mountains, yield.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SIR_WALTER_RALEIGH" id="SIR_WALTER_RALEIGH"></a>SIR WALTER RALEIGH.</h2>
+<h3>1552-1618.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>If all the world and love were young,<br />
+And truth in every shepherd's tongue,<br />
+These pretty pleasures might me move<br />
+To live with thee, and be thy love.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page96" id="page96"></a>{96}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>The Silent Lover</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Silence in love betrays more love<br />
+Than words, though ne'er so witty;<br />
+A beggar that is dumb, you know,<br />
+May challenge double pity.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOSHUA_SYLVESTER" id="JOSHUA_SYLVESTER"></a>JOSHUA SYLVESTER</h2>
+<h3>1563-1618.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Soul's Errand</i><a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></h4>
+
+<p>Go, Soul, the body's guest,<br />
+Upon a thankless errand!<br />
+Fear not to touch the best:<br />
+The truth shall be thy warrant.<br />
+Go, since I needs must die,<br />
+And give the world the lie.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="RICHARD_BARNFIELD" id="RICHARD_BARNFIELD"></a>RICHARD BARNFIELD.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Address to the Nightingale</i>.<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></h4>
+
+<p>As it fell upon a day,<br />
+In the merry mouth of May,<br />
+Sitting in a pleasant shade<br />
+Which a grove of myrtles made.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="EDMUND_SPENSER" id="EDMUND_SPENSER"></a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page97" id="page97"></a>{97}</span>EDMUND SPENSER.</h2>
+<h3>1553-1597.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Faerie Queene</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Book i. Canto i. St. 35.</h4>
+
+<p>The noblest mind the best contentment has.</p>
+
+<h4>Book 1. Canto iii. St. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Her angels face,<br />
+As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,<br />
+And made a sunshine in the shady place.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.</h4>
+
+<p>That darkesome cave they enter, where they find<br />
+That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,<br />
+Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.</p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd<br />
+No arborett with painted blossomes drest<br />
+And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd<br />
+To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Canto ii. St.</h4>
+
+<p>Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page98" id="page98"></a>{98}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Lines on his Promised Pension</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I was promised on a time<br />
+To have reason for my rhyme;<br />
+From that time unto this season,<br />
+I received nor rhyme nor reason.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Hymn in Honor of Beauty</i>. Line 132.</h4>
+<p>For of the soul the body form doth take,<br />
+For soul is form, and doth the Body make.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MOTHER_HUBBERDS_TALE" id="MOTHER_HUBBERDS_TALE"></a>MOTHER HUBBERD'S TALE.</h2>
+
+<p>Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,<br />
+What hell it is in suing long to bide;<br />
+To loose good dayes, that might be better spent<br />
+To wast long nights in pensive discontent;<br />
+To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;<br />
+To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow;</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;<br />
+To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;<br />
+To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne,<br />
+To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page99" id="page99"></a>{99}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SIR_HENRY_WOTTON" id="SIR_HENRY_WOTTON"></a>SIR HENRY WOTTON.</h2>
+<h3>1568-1639.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Character of a Happy Life</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>How happy is he born and taught,<br />
+That serveth not another's will;<br />
+Whose armor is his honest thought,<br />
+And simple truth his utmost skill!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Lord of himself, though not of lands;<br />
+And having nothing, yet hath all.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>You meaner beauties of the night,<br />
+That poorly satisfy our eyes<br />
+More by your number than your light!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="DR_JOHN_DONNE" id="DR_JOHN_DONNE"></a>DR. JOHN DONNE.</h2>
+<h3>1573-1631.</h3>
+
+<h4>FUNERAL ELEGIES, ON THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL.</h4>
+
+<h4><i>The Second Anniversary</i>. Line 245.</h4>
+
+<p>We understood<br />
+Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood<br />
+Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought,<br />
+That one might almost say her body thought.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Elegy</i> 8. <i>The Comparison</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>She and comparisons are odious.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page100" id="page100"></a>{100}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BEN_JONSON" id="BEN_JONSON"></a>BEN JONSON.</h2>
+<h3>1571-1637.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>To Celia</i>.</h4>
+
+<h5>(From "The Forest.")</h5>
+<p>Drink to me only with thine eyes,<br />
+And I will pledge with mine;<br />
+Or leave a kiss but in the cup,<br />
+And I'll not look for wine.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Sweet Neglect</i>.</h4>
+<h5>(From the "Silent Woman." Act i. Sc. 5.)</h5>
+<p>Still to be neat, still to be drest<br />
+As you were going to a feast.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Give me a look, give me a face,<br />
+That makes simplicity a grace.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Good Life</i>, <i>Long Life</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>In small proportion we just beauties see,<br />
+And in short measures life may perfect be.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Epitaph on Elizabeth</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Underneath this stone doth lie<br />
+As much beauty as could die;<br />
+Which in life did harbor give<br />
+To more virtue than doth live.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page101" id="page101"></a>{101}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Underneath this sable hearse<br />
+Lies the subject of all verse,<br />
+Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.<br />
+Death! ere thou hast slain another,<br />
+Learned and fair and good as she,<br />
+Time shall throw a dart at thee.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>To the Memory of Shakespeare</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Soul of the age!<br />
+The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage!<br />
+My Shakespeare rise.<br />
+Small Latin, and less Greek.<br />
+He was not of an age, but for all time.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Sweet swan of Avon!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Every Man in his Humor</i>. Act. ii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Get money; still get money, boy;<br />
+No matter by what means.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FRANCIS_BEAUMONT" id="FRANCIS_BEAUMONT"></a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page102" id="page102"></a>{102}</span>FRANCIS BEAUMONT.</h2>
+<h3>1585-1616.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Letter to Ben Jonson</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>What things have we seen<br />
+Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been<br />
+So nimble, and so full of subtile flame,<br />
+As if that every one from whence they came<br />
+Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,<br />
+And resolved to live a fool the rest<br />
+Of his dull life.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="GEORGE_WITHER" id="GEORGE_WITHER"></a>GEORGE WITHER.</h2>
+<h3>1588-1667.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Shepherd's Resolution</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Shall I, wasting in despair,<br />
+Dye because a woman's fair?<br />
+Or make pale my cheeks with care,
+'Cause another's rosie are?<br />
+If she be not so to me,<br />
+What care I how faire she be?</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FRANCIS_QUARLES" id="FRANCIS_QUARLES"></a>FRANCIS QUARLES.</h2>
+<h3>1592-1644.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Emblems</i>. Book ii. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page103" id="page103"></a>{103}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Epigram 10.</h4>
+
+<p>This house is to be let for life or years;<br />
+Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears,<br />
+Cupid 't has long stood void; her bills make known,<br />
+She must be dearly let, or let alone.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="GEORGE_HERBERT" id="GEORGE_HERBERT"></a>GEORGE HERBERT.</h2>
+<h3>1593-1632.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Virtue</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Sweet day, so cool, so cairn, so bright,<br />
+The bridall of the earth and skies.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Only a sweet and virtuous soul,<br />
+Like seasoned timber, never gives.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>SIR JOHN SUCKLING.</h2>
+<h3>1608-1644.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>On a Wedding</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Her feet beneath her petticoat,<br />
+Like little mice, stole in and out,<br />
+As if they feared the light;<br />
+But oh! she dances such a way!<br />
+No sun upon an Easter-day<br />
+Is half so fine a sight.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Her lips were red, and one was thin,<br />
+Compared with that was next her chin,<br />
+Some bee had stung it newly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page104" id="page104"></a>{104}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Song</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Why so pale and wan, fond lover,<br />
+Prithee, why so pale?<br />
+Will, when looking well can't move her,<br />
+Looking ill prevail?<br />
+Prithee, why so pale?</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ROBERT_HERRICK" id="ROBERT_HERRICK"></a>ROBERT HERRICK.</h2>
+<h3>1591-1660.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Some asked me where the Rubies grew,<br />
+And nothing I did say;<br />
+But with my finger pointed to<br />
+The lips of Julia.<br />
+Some asked how Pearls did grow, and where?<br />
+Then spoke I to my Girl,<br />
+To part her lips, and showed them there<br />
+The quarelets of Pearl.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>On her Feet</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep<br />
+A little out, and then,<br />
+As if they played at Bo-peep,<br />
+Did soon draw in again.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page105" id="page105"></a>{105}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>To the Virgins to make much of Time</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,<br />
+Old Time is still a-flying,<br />
+And this same flower, that smiles to-day,<br />
+To-morrow will be dying.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Night Piece to Julia</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Her eyes the glowworm lend thee,<br />
+The shooting stars attend thee;<br />
+And the elves also,<br />
+Whose little eyes glow<br />
+Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SIR_RICHARD_LOVELACE" id="SIR_RICHARD_LOVELACE"></a>SIR RICHARD LOVELACE.</h2>
+<h3>1618-1658.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Orpheus to Beasts</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Oh! could you view the melody<br />
+Of every grace,<br />
+And music of her face,<br />
+You'd drop a tear;<br />
+Seeing more harmony<br />
+In her bright eye,<br />
+Than now you hear.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>To Lucasta on Going to the Wars</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I could not love thee, dear, so much,<br />
+Loved I not honor more.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page106" id="page106"></a>{106}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>To Althea from Prison</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Stone walls do not a prison make,<br />
+Nor iron barres a cage;<br />
+Mindes innocent, and quiet, take<br />
+That for an hermitage.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JAMES_SHIRLEY" id="JAMES_SHIRLEY"></a>JAMES SHIRLEY.</h2>
+<h3>1596-1666.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Contention of Ajax and Ulysses</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Only the actions of the just<br />
+Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="RICHARD_CRASHAW" id="RICHARD_CRASHAW"></a>RICHARD CRASHAW.</h2>
+<h3>&mdash;1650.</h3>
+<p>The conscious water saw its God and blushed.<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></p>
+
+<h4><i>In Praise of Lessius' Rule of Health</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A happy soul, that all the way<br />
+To heaven hath a summer's day.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_DEKKER" id="THOMAS_DEKKER"></a>THOMAS DEKKER.</h2>
+<h3>&mdash;1638.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Old Fortunatus</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,<br />
+There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page107" id="page107"></a>{107}</span>
+<p><i>Honest Whore</i>. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2.</p>
+
+<h4>We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.</h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ABRAHAM_COWLEY" id="ABRAHAM_COWLEY"></a>ABRAHAM COWLEY.</h2>
+<h3>1618-1667.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Waiting-Maid</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Th' adorning thee with so much art<br />
+Is but a barb'rous skill;
+'Tis like the poisoning of a dart,<br />
+Too apt before to kill.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Motto</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>What shall I do to be forever known,<br />
+And make the age to come my own?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>On the Death of Crashaw</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>His <i>faith</i>, perhaps, in some nice tenets might<br />
+Be wrong; his <i>life</i>, I'm sure, was in the right.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Garden</i>. Essay V.</h4>
+
+<p>God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SIR_JOHN_DENHAM" id="SIR_JOHN_DENHAM"></a>SIR JOHN DENHAM.</h2>
+<h3>1615-1679.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Cooper's Hill</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream<br />
+My great example, as it is my theme!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page108" id="page108"></a>{108}</span></p>
+
+<p>Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;<br />
+Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Sophy</i>. <i>A Tragedy</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_CAREW" id="THOMAS_CAREW"></a>THOMAS CAREW.</h2>
+<h3>1589-1639.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Disdain Returned</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>He that loves a rosy cheek,<br />
+Or a coral lip admires,<br />
+Or from star-like eyes doth seek<br />
+Fuel to maintain his fires;<br />
+As old Time makes these decay,<br />
+So his flames must waste away.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Conquest by Flight</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Then fly betimes, for only they<br />
+Conquer love, that run away.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="EDMUND_WALLER" id="EDMUND_WALLER"></a>EDMUND WALLER.</h2>
+<h3>1605-1687.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Verses upon his Divine Poesy</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,<br />
+Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page109" id="page109"></a>{109}</span></p>
+
+<p>Stronger by weakness, wiser men become,<br />
+As they draw near to their eternal home.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>On a Girdle</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A narrow compass! and yet there<br />
+Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair;<br />
+Give me but what this ribbon bound,<br />
+Take all the rest the sun goes round.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Go, Lovely Rose</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>How small a part of time they share<br />
+That are so wondrous sweet and fair!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>To a Lady, Singing a Song of his Composing</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The eagle's fate and mine are one,<br />
+Which, on the shaft that made him die,<br />
+Espied a feather of his own,<br />
+Wherewith he wont to soar so high.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MILTON" id="MILTON"></a>MILTON.</h2>
+<h3>1608-1674.</h3>
+
+<h4>PARADISE LOST.</h4>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 10.</h4>
+
+<p>Or if Sion hill<br />
+Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed<br />
+Fast by the oracle of God.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page110" id="page110"></a>{110}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 22.</h4>
+
+<p>What in me is dark,<br />
+Illumine; what is low, raise and support;<br />
+That to the height of this great argument<br />
+I may assert eternal Providence,<br />
+And justify the ways of God to men.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 62.</h4>
+
+<p>Yet from those flames<br />
+No light; but only darkness visible.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 65.</h4>
+
+<p>Where peace<br />
+And rest can never dwell: hope never comes,<br />
+That comes to all.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 105.</h4>
+
+<p>What though the field be lost?<br />
+All is not lost.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 254.</h4>
+
+<p>The mind is its own place, and in itself<br />
+Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 261.</h4>
+
+<p>Here we may reign secure, and in my choice<br />
+To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:<br />
+Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 275.</h4>
+
+<p>Heard so oft<br />
+In worst extremes and on the perilous edge<br />
+Of battle.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="pagenum"><a name="page111" id="page111"></a>{111}</span>Book i. Line 303.</h4>
+
+<p>Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks<br />
+In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades<br />
+High over-arched imbower.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 330.</h4>
+
+<p>Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 540.</h4>
+
+<p>Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 550.</h4>
+
+<p>In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood<br />
+Of flutes and soft recorders.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 619.</h4>
+
+<p>Thrice he essayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn,<br />
+Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 742.</h4>
+
+<p>From morn<br />
+To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,<br />
+A summer's day.</p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Line 113.</h4>
+
+<p>But all was false and hollow, though his tongue<br />
+Dropped manna; and could make the worse appear<br />
+The better reason, to perplex and dash<br />
+Maturest counsels.</p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Line 300.</h4>
+
+<p>With grave<br />
+Asp&eacute;ct he rose, and in his rising seemed<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page112" id="page112"></a>{112}</span>
+A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven<br />
+Deliberation sat and public care.</p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Line 306.</h4>
+
+<p>With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear<br />
+The weight of mightiest monarchies: his look<br />
+Drew audience and attention still as night<br />
+Or summer's noontide air.</p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Line 560.</h4>
+
+<p>Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute.</p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Line 666.</h4>
+
+<p>The other shape,<br />
+If shape it might be called that shape had none<br />
+Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.</p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Line 681.</h4>
+
+<p>Whence and what art them, execrable shape?</p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Line 846.</h4>
+
+<p>And Death<br />
+Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear<br />
+His famine should be filled.</p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Line 996.</h4>
+
+<p>With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,<br />
+Confusion worse confounded.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iii. Line 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Hail, holy light! offspring of Heaven first-born.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iii. Line 44.</h4>
+
+<p>Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page113" id="page113"></a>{113}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Book iii. Line 495.</h4>
+
+<p>Since called<br />
+The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 34.</h4>
+
+<p>At whose sight all the stars<br />
+Hide their diminished heads.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 76.</h4>
+
+<p>And in the lowest deep, a lower deep,<br />
+Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,<br />
+To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 108.</h4>
+
+<p>So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,<br />
+Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost:<br />
+Evil, be thou my good.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 297.</h4>
+
+<p>For contemplation he, and valor, formed,<br />
+For softness she, and sweet attractive grace.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 300.</h4>
+
+<p>His fair large front and eye sublime declared<br />
+Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks<br />
+Bound from his parted forelock manly hung<br />
+Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 506.</h4>
+
+<p>Imparadised in one another's arms.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv, Line 598.</h4>
+
+<p>Now came still evening on, and twilight gray<br />
+Had in her sober livery all things clad.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="pagenum"><a name="page114" id="page114"></a>{114}</span>Book iv. Line 639.</h4>
+
+<p>With thee conversing, I forget all time,<br />
+All seasons and their change, all please alike.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 677.</h4>
+
+<p>Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth<br />
+Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep,</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 750.</h4>
+
+<p>Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source<br />
+Of human happiness.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 830,</h4>
+
+<p>Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,<br />
+The lowest of your throng.</p>
+
+<h4>Book v. Line 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime<br />
+Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl.</p>
+
+<h4>Book v. Line 71.</h4>
+
+<p>Good, the more<br />
+Communicated, more abundant grows.</p>
+
+<h4>Book v. Line 153.</h4>
+
+<p>These are thy glorious works, Parent of good</p>
+
+<h4>Book v. Line 331,</h4>
+
+<p>So saying, with dispatchful look, in haste<br />
+She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.</p>
+
+<h4>Book v. Line 601.</h4>
+
+<p>Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page115" id="page115"></a>{115}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Book v. Line 637.</h4>
+
+<p>They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet<br />
+Quaff immortality and joy.</p>
+
+<h4>Book vi. Line 211.</h4>
+
+<p>Dire was the noise<br />
+Of conflict.</p>
+
+<h4>Book vii. Line 30.</h4>
+
+<p>Still govern thou my song,<br />
+Urania, and fit audience find, though few.</p>
+
+<h4>Book viii. Line 84.</h4>
+
+<p>Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.</p>
+
+<h4>Book viii. Line 488.</h4>
+
+<p>Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,<br />
+In every gesture dignity and love.</p>
+
+<h4>Book viii. Line 502.</h4>
+
+<p>Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,<br />
+That would be wooed and not unsought be won.</p>
+
+<h4>Book viii. Line 548.</h4>
+
+<p>So well to know<br />
+Her own, that what she wills to do or say<br />
+Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best!</p>
+
+<h4>Book viii. Line 600.</h4>
+
+<p>Those graceful acts,<br />
+Those thousand decencies, that daily flow<br />
+From all her words and actions.</p>
+
+<h4>Book viii. Line 618.</h4>
+
+<p>To whom the angel, with a smile that glowed<br />
+Celestial rosy red (love's proper Hue)<span class="pagenum"><a name="page116" id="page116"></a>{116}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Book ix. Line 249.</h4>
+
+<p>For solitude sometimes is best society,<br />
+And short retirement urges sweet return.</p>
+
+<h4>Book x. Line 77.</h4>
+
+<p>Yet I shall temper so<br />
+Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most<br />
+Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.</p>
+
+<h4>Book xii. Line 646.</h4>
+
+<p>The world was all before them, where to choose<br />
+Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>PARADISE REGAINED.</h4>
+
+<h4>Book iv Line 240.</h4>
+
+<p>Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts<br />
+And eloquence.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 267.</h4>
+
+<p>Thence to the famous orators repair,<br />
+Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence<br />
+Wielded at will that fierce democraty,<br />
+Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,<br />
+To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 330.</h4>
+
+<p>As children gathering pebbles on the shore.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><span class="pagenum"><a name="page117" id="page117"></a>{117}</span>SAMSON AGONISTES.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 293.</h4>
+
+<p>Just are the ways of God,<br />
+And justifiable to men.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 1350.</h4>
+
+<p>He's gone, and who knows how he may report<br />
+Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>COMUS.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 205.</h4>
+
+<p>A thousand fantasies<br />
+Begin to throng into my memory,<br />
+Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire,<br />
+And airy tongues, that syllable men's names<br />
+On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 221.</h4>
+
+<p>Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud<br />
+Turn forth her silver lining on the night?</p>
+
+<h4>Line 244.</h4>
+
+<p>Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould<br />
+Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?</p>
+
+<h4>Line 256.</h4>
+
+<p>Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul<br />
+And lap it in Elysium.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page118" id="page118"></a>{118}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 381.</h4>
+
+<p>He that has light within his own clear breast<br />
+May sit i' th' center and enjoy bright day;<br />
+But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts<br />
+Benighted walks under the midday sun,</p>
+
+<h4>Line 476.</h4>
+
+<p>How charming is divine philosophy!<br />
+Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;<br />
+But musical as is Apollo's lute,<br />
+And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,<br />
+Where no crude surfeit reigns.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 560.</h4>
+
+<p>I was all ear,<br />
+And took in strains that might create a soul<br />
+Under the rib of Death.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>LYCIDAS.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 10.</h4>
+
+<p>He knew<br />
+Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 14.</h4>
+
+<p>Without the meed of some melodious tear.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 70.</h4>
+
+<p>Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise<br />
+(That last infirmity of noble minds)<br />
+To scorn delights and live laborious days;<br />
+But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page119" id="page119"></a>{119}</span>
+And think to burst out into sudden blaze,<br />
+Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears<br />
+And slits the thin-spun life.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 101.</h4>
+
+<p>Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 109.</h4>
+
+<p>The pilot of the Galilean lake.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 168.</h4>
+
+<p>So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,<br />
+And yet anon repairs his drooping head,<br />
+And tricks his beams, with new spangled ore<br />
+Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 198.</h4>
+
+<p>To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>L'ALLEGRO.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 27.</h4>
+
+<p>Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,<br />
+Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 33.</h4>
+
+<p>Come, and trip it as you go,<br />
+On the light, fantastic toe.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 67.</h4>
+
+<p>And every shepherd tells his tale<br />
+Under the hawthorn in the dale.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page120" id="page120"></a>{120}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 79.</h4>
+
+<p>Where perhaps some beauty lies,<br />
+The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 117.</h4>
+
+<p>Towered cities please us then,<br />
+And the busy hum of men.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 133.</h4>
+
+<p>Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,<br />
+Warble his native wood-notes wild.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 136.</h4>
+
+<p>Lap me in soft Lydian airs,<br />
+Married to immortal verse,<br />
+Such as the meeting soul may pierce<br />
+In notes, with many a winding bout<br />
+Of linked sweetness long drawn out.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>IL PENSEROSO.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 39.</h4>
+
+<p>And looks commercing with the skies,<br />
+Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 61.</h4>
+
+<p>Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,<br />
+Most musical, most melancholy!</p>
+
+<h4>Line 106.</h4>
+
+<p>Such notes, as, warbled to the string,<br />
+Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 120.</h4>
+
+<p>Where more is meant than meets the ear.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 159.</h4>
+
+<p>And storied windows richly dight,<br />
+Casting a dim, religious light.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' /><span class="pagenum"><a name="page121" id="page121"></a>{121}</span>
+
+<h4><i>Sonnet to the Lady Margaret Ley</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>That old man eloquent.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Sonnet on his Blindness</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>They also serve who only stand and wait.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Second Sonnet to Cyriac Skinner</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Yet I argue not<br />
+Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot<br />
+Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer<br />
+Right onward.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Sonnet on his Deceased Wife</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,<br />
+I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page122" id="page122"></a>{122}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SAMUEL_BUTLER" id="SAMUEL_BUTLER"></a>SAMUEL BUTLER.</h2>
+<h3>1612-1680.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Hudibras</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 51</h4>
+
+<p>Besides, 'tis known he could speak Greek<br />
+As naturally as pigs squeak.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 67</h4>
+
+<p>He could distinguish, and divide<br />
+A hair, 'twixt south and southwest side.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 81</h4>
+
+<p>For rhetoric, he could not ope<br />
+His mouth, but out there flew a trope.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 131.</h4>
+
+<p>Whatever sceptic could inquire for,<br />
+For every why he had a wherefore.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 149</h4>
+
+<p>He knew whit's what, and that's as high<br />
+As metaphysic wit can fly.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 199</h4>
+
+<p>And prove their doctrine orthodox<br />
+By Apostolic blows and knocks.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 215</h4>
+
+<p>Compound for sins they are inclined to,<br />
+By damning those they have no mind to.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page123" id="page123"></a>{123}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 463</h4>
+
+<p>For rhyme the rudder is of verses,<br />
+With which, like ships, they steer their
+courses.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 489</h4>
+
+<p>He ne'er considered it, as loth<br />
+To look a gift-horse in the mouth.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 821</h4>
+
+<p>Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat;<br />
+Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto i. Line 852</h4>
+
+<p>Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto ii. Line 633</h4>
+
+<p>And bid the devil take the hin'most,<br />
+Which at this race is like to win most.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto ii. Line 831</h4>
+
+<p>With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,<br />
+Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto iii. Line 1</h4>
+
+<p>Ay me! what perils do environ<br />
+The man that meddles with cold iron.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto iii. Line 263</h4>
+
+<p>Nor do I know what is become<br />
+Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto iii. Line 309</h4>
+
+<p>H' had got a hurt<br />
+O' th' inside of a deadlier sort.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page124" id="page124"></a>{124}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto iii. Line 877</h4>
+
+<p>I am not now in fortune's power;<br />
+He that is down can fall no lower.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367</h4>
+
+<p>Thou hast<br />
+Outrun the Constable at last.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Canto i. Line 29</h4>
+
+<p>For one for sense, and one for rhyme,<br />
+I think's sufficient at one time.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Canto i. Line 465</h4>
+
+<p>For what is worth in anything,<br />
+But so much money as 'twill bring.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Canto n. Line 29</h4>
+
+<p>The sun had long since in the lap<br />
+Of Thetis taken out his nap,<br />
+And, like a lobster boiled, the morn<br />
+From black to red began to turn.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79</h4>
+
+<p>Have always been at daggers-drawing.<br />
+And one another clapper-clawing.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Canto ii Line 503</h4>
+
+<p>And look before you ere you leap;<br />
+For as you sow, y' are like to reap.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Doubtless the pleasure is as great<br />
+Of being cheated, as to cheat.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page125" id="page125"></a>{125}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Canto iii. Line 261.</h4>
+
+<p>He made an instrument to know<br />
+If the moon shine at full or no....<br />
+And prove that she's not made of green cheese.<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a></p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Canto iii. Line 580</h4>
+
+<p>You have a wrong sow by the ear.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923</h4>
+
+<p>To swallow gudgeons ere they're catched,<br />
+And count their chickens ere they're hatched.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1067</h4>
+
+<p>As quick as lightning, in the breach<br />
+Just in the place where honor 's lodged,<br />
+As wise philosophers have judged,<br />
+Because a kick in that place more<br />
+Hurts honor than deep wounds before,</p>
+
+<h4>Part iii. Canto i. Line 3</h4>
+
+<p>As he that has two strings t' his bow.</p>
+
+<h4>Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175.</h4>
+
+<p>True as the dial to the sun,<br />
+Although it be not sinned upon.</p>
+
+<h4>Part iii. Canto iii. Line 243</h4>
+
+<p>For those that fly may fight again,<br />
+Which he can never do that's slain.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page126" id="page126"></a>{126}</span>
+
+<h4>Part iii. Canto iii. Line 547</h4>
+
+<p>He that complies against his will<br />
+Is of his own opinion still.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MARQUIS_OF_MONTROSE" id="MARQUIS_OF_MONTROSE"></a>MARQUIS OF MONTROSE.</h2>
+<h3>1612-1650.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Song</i>, "<i>My Dear and only Love</i>."</h4>
+
+<p>I'll make thee famous by my pen,<br />
+And glorious by my sword.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="DRYDEN" id="DRYDEN"></a>DRYDEN.</h2>
+<h3>1631-1700.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Alexander's feast</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 15.</h4>
+
+<p>None but the brave deserves the fair.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 60.</h4>
+
+<p>Sweet is pleasure after pain.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 66.</h4>
+
+<p>Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain;<br />
+Fought all his battles o'er again;<br />
+And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice
+he slew the slain.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 78,</h4>
+
+<p>Fallen from his high estate,<br />
+And weltering in his blood;
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page127" id="page127"></a>{127}</span>Deserted, at his utmost need,<br />
+By those his former bounty fed;<br />
+On the bare earth exposed he lies,<br />
+With not a friend to close his eyes.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 96.</h4>
+
+<p>For pity melts the mind to love.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 99.</h4>
+
+<p>War, he sung, is toil and trouble;<br />
+Honor, but an empty bubble.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 106.</h4>
+
+<p>Take the good the gods provide thee.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 120</h4>
+
+<p>Sighed and looked, and sighed again.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 154.</h4>
+
+<p>And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 160.</h4>
+
+<p>Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 169.</h4>
+
+<p>He raided a mortal to the skies<br />
+She drew an angel down.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Cymon and Iphigenia</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 84.</h4>
+
+<p>He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,<br />
+And whistled as he went, for want of thought.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page128" id="page128"></a>{128}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Absalom and Achitophet</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A fiery soul, which, working out its way<br />
+Fretted the pigmy body to decay,<br />
+And o'er informed the tenement of clay.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Line 363</h4>
+
+<p>Great wits are sure to madness near allied,<br />
+And thin partitions do their bounds divide.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Line 174</h4>
+
+<p>Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Line 534</h4>
+
+<p>Who think too little, and who talk too much</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Line 545</h4>
+
+<p>A man so various, that he seemed to be<br />
+Not one, but all mankind's epitome;<br />
+Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,<br />
+Was everything by starts, and nothing long.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Line 1005</h4>
+
+<p>Beware the fury of a patient man.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Line 463</h4>
+
+<p>For every inch, that is not fool, is rogue.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>All for Love</i>. Prologue.</h4>
+
+<p>Errors like straws upon the surface flow;<br />
+He who would search for pearls must dive below.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page129" id="page129"></a>{129}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Men are but children of a larger growth.</p>
+
+<h4><i>Conquest of Grenada</i>. Part i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I am as free as nature first made man,<br />
+Ere the base laws of servitude began,<br />
+When wild in woods the noble savage ran.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Spanish Friar</i>. Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>There is a pleasure<br />
+In being mad which none but madmen know.</p>
+
+<h4><i>Don Sebastian</i>. Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>This is the porcelain clay of human kind.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Translation of Juvenal's 10th Satire</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Look round the habitable world, how few<br />
+Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Thespis, the first professor of our art,<br />
+At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Imitation of the 29th of Horace</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 65.</h4>
+
+<p>Happy the man, and happy he alone,<br />
+He, who can call to-day his own:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page130" id="page130"></a>{130}</span>
+He who, secure within, can say,<br />
+To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>On Milton</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Three Poets, in three distant ages born,<br />
+Greece, Italy, and England did adorn;<br />
+The first in loftiness of thought surpassed,<br />
+The next in majesty, in both the last.<br />
+The force of nature could no further go;<br />
+To make a third she joined the other two.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_BUNYAN" id="JOHN_BUNYAN"></a>JOHN BUNYAN.</h2>
+<h3>1628-1688.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Apology for his Book</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And so I penned<br />
+It down, until at last it came to be,<br />
+For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Some said, "John, print it," others said,<br />
+"Not so."<br />
+Some said, "It might do good," others said,<br />
+"No."</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Pilgrim's Progress</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The Slough of Despond.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page131" id="page131"></a>{131}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="EARL_OF_ROSCOMMON" id="EARL_OF_ROSCOMMON"></a>EARL OF ROSCOMMON.</h2>
+<h3>1633-1684.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Essay on Translated Verse</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Immodest words admit of no defence,<br />
+For want of decency is want of sense.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="EARL_OF_ROCHESTER" id="EARL_OF_ROCHESTER"></a>EARL OF ROCHESTER.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Here lies our sovereign lord the king,<br />
+Whose word no man relies on;<br />
+He never says a foolish thing,<br />
+Nor ever does a wise one.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="KING_CHARLES_II" id="KING_CHARLES_II"></a>KING CHARLES II.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Written in Parliament attending the Discussion of Lord Boss' Divorce Bill</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>As good as a play.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SHEFFIELD_DUKE_OF_BUCKINGHAMSHIRE" id="SHEFFIELD_DUKE_OF_BUCKINGHAMSHIRE"></a>SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE.</h2>
+<h3>1649-1721.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Essay on Poetry</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Of all those arts in which the wise excel,<br />
+Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page132" id="page132"></a>{132}</span></p>
+
+<p>There's no such thing in nature, and you'll draw<br />
+A faultless monster, which the world ne'er saw.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Read Homer once, and you can read no more,<br />
+For all books else appear so mean, so poor;<br />
+Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read,<br />
+And Homer will be all the books you need.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_OTWAY" id="THOMAS_OTWAY"></a>THOMAS OTWAY.</h2>
+<h3>1651-1685.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Venice Preserved</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee<br />
+To temper man; we had been brutes without you.<br />
+Angels are painted fair to look like you.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_NORRIS" id="JOHN_NORRIS"></a>JOHN NORRIS.</h2>
+<h3>1657-1711.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Parting</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>How fading are the joys we dote upon!<br />
+Like apparitions seen and gone;<br />
+But those which soonest take their flight<br />
+Are the most exquisite and strong;<br />
+Like angel's visits, short and bright,<br />
+Mortality's too weak to bear them long.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page133" id="page133"></a>{133}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="NATHANIEL_LEE" id="NATHANIEL_LEE"></a>NATHANIEL LEE.</h2>
+<h3>1655-1692.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Alexander the Great</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Then he will talk&mdash;ye gods, how he will talk!</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="TOM_BROWN" id="TOM_BROWN"></a>TOM BROWN.</h2>
+<h3>&mdash;1704.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Dialogues of the Dead</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,<br />
+The reason why I cannot tell;<br />
+But this alone I know full well,<br />
+I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_SOUTHERN" id="THOMAS_SOUTHERN"></a>THOMAS SOUTHERN.</h2>
+<h3>1659-1746.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Oroonoka</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Pity's akin to love.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page134" id="page134"></a>{134}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="DANIEL_DEFOE" id="DANIEL_DEFOE"></a>DANIEL DEFOE.</h2>
+<h3>1661-1731.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The True-Born Englishman</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. Line 1</h4>
+
+<p>Wherever God erects a house of prayer,<br />
+The Devil always builds a chapel there;<br />
+And 'twill be found upon examination,<br />
+The latter has the largest congregation.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LOUIS_THEOBALD" id="LOUIS_THEOBALD"></a>LOUIS THEOBALD.</h2>
+<h3>1688-1744.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Double Falsehood</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>None but himself can be his parallel.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MATTHEW_PRIOR" id="MATTHEW_PRIOR"></a>MATTHEW PRIOR.</h2>
+<h3>1664-1721.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>English Padlock</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Be to her virtues very kind;<br />
+Be to her faults a little blind.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Henry and Emma</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>That air and harmony of shape express,<br />
+Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Thief and the Cordelier</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,<br />
+And often took leave; but was loth to depart.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page135" id="page135"></a>{135}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Epilogue to Lucius</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And the gray mare will prove the better horse.<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Imitations of Horace</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Of two evils I have chose the least.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Epitaph on Himself</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Here lies what once was Matthew Prior;<br />
+The son of Adam and of Eve:<br />
+Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Ode in Imitation of Horace</i>. B. iii. Od. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>And virtue is her own reward.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="COLLEY_CIBBER" id="COLLEY_CIBBER"></a>COLLEY CIBBER.</h2>
+<h3>1671-1757.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Richard III</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Richard is himself again!</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page136" id="page136"></a>{136}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOSEPH_ADDISON" id="JOSEPH_ADDISON"></a>JOSEPH ADDISON.</h2>
+<h3>1672-1719.</h3>
+
+<h4>CATO.</h4>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,<br />
+And heavily in clouds brings on the day,<br />
+The great, th' important day, big with the fate<br />
+Of Cato, and of Home.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Thy steady temper, Portius,<br />
+Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar,<br />
+In the calm lights of mild philosophy.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis not in mortals to command success,<br />
+But we'll do more, Sempronius: we'll deserve it.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul;<br />
+I think the Romans call it Stoicism.</p>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget<br />
+The pale unripened beauties of the North.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>My voice is still for war.<br />
+Gods! can a Roman Senate long debate<br />
+Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page137" id="page137"></a>{137}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The woman that deliberates is lost.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iv. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,<br />
+The post of honor is a private station.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>It must be so.&mdash;Plato, thou reasonest well.<br />
+Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,<br />
+This longing after immortality?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;
+'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,<br />
+And intimates Eternity to man.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. I.</h4>
+
+<p>I'm weary of conjectures.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The soul secured in her existence, smiles<br />
+At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Campaign</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And, pleased th' Almighty's orders to perform<br />
+Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page138" id="page138"></a>{138}</span>
+
+<h4><i>From the Letter on Italy</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes,<br />
+Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise;<br />
+Poetic fields encompass me around,<br />
+And still I seem to tread on classic ground.<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Ode</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The spacious firmament on high,<br />
+With all the blue, ethereal sky,<br />
+And spangled heavens, a shining frame,<br />
+Their great Original proclaim.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Soon as the evening shades prevail,<br />
+The moon takes up the wondrous tale,<br />
+And nightly to the listening earth<br />
+Repeats the story of her birth;<br />
+While all the stars that round her burn,<br />
+And all the planets in their tarn,<br />
+Confirm the tidings as they roll,<br />
+And spread the truth from pole to pole.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Forever singing, as they shine,<br />
+The hand that made us is divine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page139" id="page139"></a>{139}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JONATHAN_SWIFT" id="JONATHAN_SWIFT"></a>JONATHAN SWIFT.</h2>
+<h3>1667-1745.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Imitation of Horace</i>. B. ii. Sat. 6.</h4>
+
+<p>I've often wished that I had clear,<br />
+For life, six hundred pounds a year,<br />
+A handsome house to lodge a friend,<br />
+A river at my garden's end.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Poetry, a Rhapsody</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>So geographers, in Afric maps,<br />
+With savage pictures fill their gaps,<br />
+And o'er unhabitable downs<br />
+Place elephants for want of towns.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WILLIAM_CONGREVE" id="WILLIAM_CONGREVE"></a>WILLIAM CONGREVE.</h2>
+<h3>1669-1729.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Mourning Bride</i>. Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.<br />
+To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>By magic numbers and persuasive sound.</p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,<br />
+Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page140" id="page140"></a>{140}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ALEXANDER_POPE" id="ALEXANDER_POPE"></a>ALEXANDER POPE.</h2>
+<h3>1688-1744.</h3>
+
+<h4>ESSAY ON MAN.</h4>
+
+<h4>Epistle i. Line 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;<br />
+A mighty maze! but not without a plan.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 13.</h4>
+
+<p>Eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,<br />
+And catch the manners living as they rise.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 88.</h4>
+
+<p>A hero perish or a sparrow fall.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 95.</h4>
+
+<p>Hope springs eternal in the human breast:<br />
+Man never <i>is</i>, but always <i>to be</i> blest.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 99.</h4>
+
+<p>Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind<br />
+Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 200.</h4>
+
+<p>Die of a rose in aromatic pain?</p>
+
+<h4>Line 294.</h4>
+
+<p>One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.</p>
+
+<h4>Epistle ii. Line 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;<br />
+The proper study of mankind is man.<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page141" id="page141"></a>{141}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 217.</h4>
+
+<p>Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,<br />
+As to be hated, needs but to be seen;<br />
+But seen too oft, familiar with her face,<br />
+We first endure, then pity, then embrace.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 231.</h4>
+
+<p>Virtuous and vicious every man must be,<br />
+Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 276.</h4>
+
+<p>Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.<br />
+Epistle iii. Line 305.<br />
+For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;<br />
+His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.<br />
+Epistle iv. Line 49.<br />
+Order is Heaven's first law.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 193.</h4>
+
+<p>Honor and shame from no condition rise;<br />
+Act well your part&mdash;there all the honor lies.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 203.</h4>
+
+<p>Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;<br />
+The rest is all but leather or prunella.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 215.</h4>
+
+<p>What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?<br />
+Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page142" id="page142"></a>{142}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 247.</h4>
+
+<p>A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;<br />
+An honest man's the noblest work of God.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 254.</h4>
+
+<p>Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 281.</h4>
+
+<p>Think how Bacon shined,<br />
+The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 310.</h4>
+
+<p>Virtue alone is happiness below.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 330.</h4>
+
+<p>Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,<br />
+But looks through nature up to nature's God.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 379.</h4>
+
+<p>Formed by thy converse happily to steer<br />
+Prom grave to gay, from lively to severe.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>MORAL ESSAYS.</h4>
+
+<h4>Epistle i. Line 135.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis from high life high characters are drawn&mdash;<br />
+A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 149.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis education forms the common mind:<br />
+Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page143" id="page143"></a>{143}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 246.</h4>
+
+<p>Odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke,<br />
+Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.</p>
+
+<h4>Epistle ii. Line 15.</h4>
+<p>Whether the charmers sinner it or saint it,<br />
+If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 43.</h4>
+
+<p>Fine by defect and delicately weak.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 97.</h4>
+
+<p>With too much quickness ever to be taught,<br />
+With too much thinking to have common thought.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 215.</h4>
+
+<p>Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;<br />
+But every woman is at heart a rake.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 268.</h4>
+
+<p>And mistress of herself, though china fall.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 270.</h4>
+
+<p>Woman's at best a contradiction still.</p>
+<h4>Epistle iii. Line 1.</h4>
+<p>Who shall decide when doctors disagree?</p>
+
+<h4>Line 95.</h4>
+
+<p>But thousands die without or this or that,<br />
+Die, and endow a college or a cat.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page144" id="page144"></a>{144}</span>
+
+<h4>Line 153.</h4>
+
+<p>The ruling passion, be it what it will,<br />
+The ruling passion conquers reason still.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 161.</h4>
+
+<p>Extremes in nature equal good produce.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 250.</h4>
+
+<p>Rise, honest muse! and sing&mdash;The man of Ross.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 285.</h4>
+
+<p>Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,<br />
+Will never mark the marble with his name.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. Line 9.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis with our judgments as our watches; none<br />
+Go just alike, yet each believes his own.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 153.</h4>
+
+<p>And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Line 215.</h4>
+
+<p>A little learning is a dangerous thing.<br />
+Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 232.</h4>
+
+<p>Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise,</p>
+
+<h4>Line 297.</h4>
+
+<p>True wit is nature to advantage dressed,<br />
+What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page145" id="page145"></a>{145}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 357.</h4>
+
+<p>That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 362.</h4>
+
+<p>True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,<br />
+As those move easiest who have learned to dance.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 365.</h4>
+
+<p>The sound must seem an echo to the sense.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 525.</h4>
+
+<p>To err is human: to forgive, divine.</p>
+
+<h4>Part iii. Line 625.</h4>
+
+<p>For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 54.</h4>
+
+<p>By strangers honored and by strangers mourned</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>And bear about the mockery of woe<br />
+To midnight dances and the public show.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.</h4>
+
+<h4>Canto ii. Line 7.</h4>
+
+<p>On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,<br />
+Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page146" id="page146"></a>{146}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Canto ii. Line 17.</h4>
+
+<p>If to her share some female errors fall,<br />
+Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto iii. Line 16.</h4>
+
+<p>At every word a reputation dies.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 21.</h4>
+
+<p>The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,<br />
+And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>SATIRES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE</h4>
+<h4>Prologue, Line 1.</h4>
+<p>Shut, shut the door, good John.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 12.</h4>
+
+<p>E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 18.</h4>
+
+<p>Who pens a stanza when he should engross.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 127.</h4>
+
+<p>As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,<br />
+I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 197.</h4>
+
+<p>Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,<br />
+Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne,</p>
+
+<h4>Line 201.</h4>
+
+<p>Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,<br />
+And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page147" id="page147"></a>{147}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 308.</h4>
+
+<p>Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?</p>
+
+<h4>Line 333.</h4>
+
+<p>Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.<br />
+Book ii. Satire i. Line 6.<br />
+Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 69.</h4>
+
+<p>Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet<br />
+To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 127.</h4>
+
+<p>Then St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,<br />
+The feast of reason and the flow of soul.</p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Satire ii. Line 159.</h4>
+
+<p>For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,<br />
+Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a></p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Epistle i. Line 108.</h4>
+
+<p>The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Epilogue to the Satires</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Dialogue i. Line 136.</h4>
+
+<p>Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page148" id="page148"></a>{148}</span>
+
+<h4><i>Epitaph on Gay</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Of manners gentle, of affections mild;<br />
+In wit a man, simplicity a child.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>THE DUNCIAD.</h4>
+
+<h4>Book i. Line 54.</h4>
+
+<p>And solid pudding against empty praise.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iii. Line 158.</h4>
+
+<p>All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iii. Line 165.</h4>
+
+<p>Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,<br />
+And makes night hideous; answer him, ye owls.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Line 614.</h4>
+
+<p>E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>ODYSSEY.</h4>
+
+<h4>Book ii. Line 315.</h4>
+
+<p>Few sons attain the praise<br />
+Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.</p>
+
+<h4>Book xiv. Line 410.</h4>
+
+<p>Far from gay cities and the ways of men.</p>
+
+<h4>Book xv. Line 79.</h4>
+
+<p>Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page149" id="page149"></a>{149}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Book xv. Line 83.</h4>
+
+<p>True friendship's laws are by this rule expressed,<br />
+Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Windsor forest</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Thus, if small things we may with great compare.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Chapter xi.</h4>
+
+<p>Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,<br />
+And make two lovers happy.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,<br />
+Or gave his father grief but when he died.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_TICKELL" id="THOMAS_TICKELL"></a>THOMAS TICKELL.</h2>
+<h3>1686-1740.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>On the Death of Addison</i>. Line 45.</h4>
+
+<p>Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed<br />
+A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page150" id="page150"></a>{150}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 79.</h4>
+
+<p>There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high<br />
+The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.</p>
+
+<h4><i>Colin and Lucy</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I hear a voice you cannot hear,<br />
+Which says I must not stay,<br />
+I see a hand you cannot see,<br />
+Which beckons me away.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_GAY" id="JOHN_GAY"></a>JOHN GAY.</h2>
+<h3>1688-1732.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>What D'ye Call 't</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,<br />
+The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Beggars' Opera</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>O'er the hills and far away.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>How happy could I be with either,<br />
+Were t'other dear charmer away.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page151" id="page151"></a>{151}</span></p>
+
+<h4>FABLES.</h4>
+
+<h4><i>The Shepherd and the Philosopher</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil<br />
+O'er books consumed the midnight oil?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>When yet was ever found a mother<br />
+Who'd give her booby for another?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Sick Man and the Angel</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>While there is life there's hope, he cried.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Hare and Many Friends</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And when a lady's in the case,<br />
+You know all other things give place.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Epitaph on Himself</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Life's a jest, and all things show it;<br />
+I thought so once, and now I know it.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LADY_MARY_WORTLEY_MONTAGUE" id="LADY_MARY_WORTLEY_MONTAGUE"></a>LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE.</h2>
+<h3>1690-1762.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Lady's Resolve</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide&mdash;<br />
+In part she is to blame that has been tried;<br />
+He comes too near, that comes to be denied.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page152" id="page152"></a>{152}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="NICHOLAS_ROWE" id="NICHOLAS_ROWE"></a>NICHOLAS ROWE.</h2>
+<h3>1673-1718.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Fair Penitent</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Is she not more than painting can express,<br />
+Or youthful poets fancy when they love?</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Is this that gallant, gay Lothario?</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_PHILIPS" id="JOHN_PHILIPS"></a>JOHN PHILIPS.</h2>
+<h3>1676-1708.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Splendid Shilling</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 121.</h4>
+
+<p>My galligaskins, that have long withstood<br />
+The winter's fury and encroaching frosts,<br />
+By time subdued (what will not time subdue?)
+A horrid chasm disclosed.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_PARNELL" id="THOMAS_PARNELL"></a>THOMAS PARNELL.</h2>
+<h3>1679-1718.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Hermit</i>. Line 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Remote from men, with God he passed his days,<br />
+Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page153" id="page153"></a>{153}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BARTON_BOOTH" id="BARTON_BOOTH"></a>BARTON BOOTH.</h2>
+<h3>1681-1733.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Song</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>True as the needle to the pole,<br />
+Or as the dial to the sun.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MATTHEW_GREEN" id="MATTHEW_GREEN"></a>MATTHEW GREEN.</h2>
+<h3>1696-1737.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Spleen</i>. Line 93.</h4>
+
+<p>Fling but a stone, the giant dies.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_BYROM" id="JOHN_BYROM"></a>JOHN BYROM.</h2>
+<h3>1691-1763.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>'On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini'</i>.<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></h4>
+
+<p>Some say, compared to Bononcini,<br />
+That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;<br />
+Others aver that he to Handel<br />
+Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.<br />
+Strange all this difference should be
+'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Astrologer</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>As clear as a whistle.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page154" id="page154"></a>{154}</span>
+
+<h4><i>Epigram on Two Monopolists</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Bone and skin, two millers thin,<br />
+Would starve us all, or near it;<br />
+But be it known to Skin and Bone<br />
+That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BISHOP_BERKELEY" id="BISHOP_BERKELEY"></a>BISHOP BERKELEY.</h2>
+<h3>1684-1753.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Westward the course of empire takes its way;<br />
+The four first acts already past,<br />
+A fifth shall close the drama with the day;<br />
+Time's noblest offspring is the last.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ROBERT_BLAIR" id="ROBERT_BLAIR"></a>ROBERT BLAIR.</h2>
+<h3>1699-1746.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Grave</i>. Part ii. Line 586.</h4>
+
+<p>The good he scorned,<br />
+Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,<br />
+Not to return; or if it did, in visits<br />
+Like those of angels, short and far between.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="EDWARD_YOUNG" id="EDWARD_YOUNG"></a>EDWARD YOUNG.</h2>
+<h3>1681-1765.</h3>
+
+<h4>NIGHT THOUGHTS.</h4>
+
+<h4>Night i. Line 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page155" id="page155"></a>{155}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Night i. Line 55.</h4>
+
+<p>The bell strikes one. We take no note of time<br />
+But from its loss.</p>
+
+<h4>Night i. Line 154.</h4>
+
+<p>To waft a feather or to drown a fly.</p>
+
+<h4>Night i. Line 390.</h4>
+
+<p>Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.</p>
+
+<h4>Night i. Line 393.</h4>
+
+<p>Procrastination is the thief of time.</p>
+
+<h4>Night i. Line 417.</h4>
+
+<p>At thirty man suspects himself a fool;<br />
+Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.</p>
+
+<h4>Night i. Line 424.</h4>
+
+<p>All men think all men mortal but themselves.</p>
+
+<h4>Night ii. Line 376.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,<br />
+And ask them what report they bore to heaven.</p>
+
+<h4>Night ii. Line 602.</h4>
+
+<p>How blessings brighten as they take their flight!</p>
+
+<h4>Night ii. Line 633.</h4>
+
+<p>The chamber where the good man meets his fate<br />
+Is privileged beyond the common walk<br />
+Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page156" id="page156"></a>{156}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Night iii. Line 81.</h4>
+
+<p>Beautiful as sweet!<br />
+And young as beautiful! and soft as young!<br />
+And gay as soft! and innocent as gay!</p>
+
+<h4>Night iii. Line 104</h4>
+
+<p>Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay.</p>
+
+<h4>Night iv. Line 10.</h4>
+
+<p>The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,<br />
+The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm.</p>
+
+<h4>Night iv. Line 15.</h4>
+
+<p>Man makes a death, which nature never made.</p>
+
+<h4>Night iv. Line 118.</h4>
+
+<p>Man wants but little, nor that little long.</p>
+
+<h4>Night v. Line 775.</h4>
+
+<p>The man of wisdom is the man of years.</p>
+
+<h4>Night v. Line 1011.</h4>
+
+<p>Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.</p>
+
+<h4>Night vi. Line 309.</h4>
+
+<p>Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps.<br />
+And pyramids are pyramids in vales.</p>
+
+<h4>Night vi. Line 606.</h4>
+
+<p>And all may do what has by man been done.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page157" id="page157"></a>{157}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Night vii. Line 496.</h4>
+
+<p>The man that blushes is not quite a brute.</p>
+
+<h4>Night ix. Line 771.</h4>
+
+<p>An undevout astronomer is mad.</p>
+
+<h4>Night ix. Line 1660.</h4>
+
+<p>Emblazed to seize the sight; who runs, may read.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>LOVE OF FAME.</h4>
+
+<h4>Satire i. Line 89.</h4>
+
+<p>Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote,<br />
+And think they grow immortal as they quote.</p>
+
+<p>Satire i. Line 238.</p>
+
+<p>None think the great unhappy, but the great.</p>
+
+<h4>Satire ii. Line 207.</h4>
+
+<p>Where nature's end of language is declined,<br />
+And men talk only to conceal their mind.<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a></p>
+
+<h4>Satire vii. Line 97.</h4>
+
+<p>How commentators each dark passage shun,<br />
+And hold their farthing candle to the sun.<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a></p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page158" id="page158"></a>{158}</span>
+<h4><i>Lines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Accept a miracle, instead of wit,<br />
+See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="HENRY_CAREY" id="HENRY_CAREY"></a>HENRY CAREY.</h2>
+<h3>1663-1743.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>God save the King</i>.<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a></h4>
+
+<p>God save our gracious king,<br />
+Long live our noble king,<br />
+God save the king.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Chrononhotonthologos</i>. Act i. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>To thee, and gentle Rigdum Funnidos,<br />
+Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Go call a coach, and let a coach be called,<br />
+And let the man who calleth be the caller;<br />
+And in his calling let him nothing call<br />
+But Coach! Coach! Coach! O for a coach, ye gods!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page159" id="page159"></a>{159}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ISAAC_WATTS" id="ISAAC_WATTS"></a>ISAAC WATTS.</h2>
+<h3>1674-1748.</h3>
+
+<h4>DIVINE SONGS.</h4>
+
+<p>To God the Father, God the Son,<br />
+And God the Spirit, three in one,<br />
+Be honor, praise, and glory given,<br />
+By all on earth, and all in heaven.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber<br />
+Holy angels guard thy bed!<br />
+Heavenly blessings without number<br />
+Gently falling on thy head.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Let dogs delight to bark and bite,<br />
+For God hath made them so;<br />
+Let bears and lions growl and fight.<br />
+For 'tis their nature too.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>How doth the little busy bee<br />
+Improve each shining hour,<br />
+And gather honey all the day,<br />
+From every opening flower.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.<br />
+'Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard him complain,<br />
+"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page160" id="page160"></a>{160}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SIR_SAMUEL_TUKE" id="SIR_SAMUEL_TUKE"></a>SIR SAMUEL TUKE.</h2>
+<h3>&mdash;1673.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Adventures of Five Hours</i>. Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>He is a fool who thinks by force or skill<br />
+To turn the current of a woman's will.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="AARON_HILL" id="AARON_HILL"></a>AARON HILL</h2>
+<h3>1685-1750.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Epilogue to Zara</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>First, then, a woman will, or won't&mdash;depend on 't;<br />
+If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't.<br />
+But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,<br />
+Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Verses Written on a Window in Scotland</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Tender-handed stroke a nettle,<br />
+And it stings you for your pains;<br />
+Grasp it like a man of mettle,<br />
+And it soft as silk remains.</p>
+
+<p>'Tis the same with common natures:<br />
+Use 'em kindly, they rebel;<br />
+But be rough as nutmeg-graters,<br />
+And the rogues obey you well.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page161" id="page161"></a>{161}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="RICHARD_SAVAGE" id="RICHARD_SAVAGE"></a>RICHARD SAVAGE.</h2>
+<h3>1698-1743.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Bastard</i>. Line 7.</h4>
+
+<p>He lives to build, not boast a generous race:<br />
+No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JAMES_THOMSON" id="JAMES_THOMSON"></a>JAMES THOMSON.</h2>
+<h3>1700-1748.</h3>
+<h3>THE SEASONS.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Spring</i>. Line 283.</h4>
+
+<p>Base envy withers at another's joy,<br />
+And hates that excellence it cannot reach.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 465.</h4>
+
+<p>But who can paint<br />
+Like Nature? Can imagination boast,<br />
+Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?</p>
+
+<h4>Line 1149.</h4>
+
+<p>Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,&mdash;<br />
+To teach the young idea how to shoot,&mdash;</p>
+
+<h4>Line 1158.</h4>
+
+<p>An elegant sufficiency, content,<br />
+Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books.<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page162" id="page162"></a>{162}</span>
+Ease and alternate labor, useful life,<br />
+Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Summer</i>. Line 1188.</h4>
+
+<p>Sighed and looked unutterable things.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 1285.</h4>
+
+<p>A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate<br />
+Of mighty monarchs.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 1346.</h4>
+
+<p>So stands the statue that enchants the world.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Autumn</i>. Line 204.</h4>
+
+<p>Loveliness<br />
+Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,<br />
+But is when unadorned, adorned the most.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 283.</h4>
+
+<p>For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh,<br />
+Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Winter</i>. Line 393.</h4>
+
+<p>Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Hymn</i>. Line 25.</h4>
+
+<p>Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page163" id="page163"></a>{163}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 114.</h4>
+
+<p>From seeming evil still educing good.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 118.</h4>
+
+<p>Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Castle of Indolence</i>. Canto i. St. 69.</h4>
+
+<p>A little round, fat, oily man of God.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Alfred</i>. Act ii. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves;<br />
+Britons never will be slaves.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Song, "Forever, Fortune."</i></h4>
+
+<p>Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove<br />
+An unrelenting foe to love;<br />
+And, when we meet a mutual heart,<br />
+Step rudely in, and bid us part?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Sophonisba</i>. Act iii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O!<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_DYER" id="JOHN_DYER"></a>JOHN DYER.</h2>
+<h3>1700-1758.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Grongar Hill</i>. Line 163.</h4>
+
+<p>Ever charming, ever new,<br />
+When will the landscape tire the view.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page164" id="page164"></a>{164}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 123.</h4>
+
+<p>As yon summits soft and fair,<br />
+Clad in colors of the air,<br />
+Which to those who journey near<br />
+Barren, brown, and rough appear.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="PHILIP_DODDRIDGE" id="PHILIP_DODDRIDGE"></a>PHILIP DODDRIDGE.</h2>
+<h3>1702-1751.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Epigram on his Family Arms</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Live while you live, the epicure would say,<br />
+And seize the pleasures of the present day;<br />
+Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,<br />
+And give to God each moment as it flies.<br />
+Lord, in my views let both united be;<br />
+I live in pleasure, when I live to thee.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ROBERT_DODSLEY" id="ROBERT_DODSLEY"></a>ROBERT DODSLEY</h2>
+<h3>1703-1764.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Parting Kiss</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>One kind kiss before we part,<br />
+Drop a tear and bid adieu;<br />
+Though we sever, my fond heart<br />
+Till we meet shall pant for you.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SAMUEL_JOHNSON" id="SAMUEL_JOHNSON"></a>SAMUEL JOHNSON.</h2>
+<h3>1709-1784.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Each exchange of many-colored life he drew,<br />
+Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page165" id="page165"></a>{165}</span>
+And panting time toiled after him in vain.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>For we that live to please must please to live.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Vanity of Human Wishes</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Let observation with extensive view<br />
+Survey mankind, from China to Peru.<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a></p>
+
+<h4>Line 159.</h4>
+
+<p>There mark what ills the scholar's life assail&mdash;<br />
+Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 221.</h4>
+
+<p>He left the name, at which the world grew pale,<br />
+To point a moral, or adorn a tale.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 257.</h4>
+
+<p>Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know<br />
+That life protracted is protracted woe.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 306.</h4>
+
+<p>Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 318.</h4>
+
+<p>And Swift expires, a driveller and a show.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page166" id="page166"></a>{166}</span>
+
+<h4>Line 346.</h4>
+
+<p>Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate.</p>
+
+<h4><i>London</i>. Line 166.</h4>
+
+<p>Of all the griefs that harass the distressed,<br />
+Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 176.</h4>
+
+<p>This mournful truth is everywhere confessed,<br />
+Slow rises worth by poverty depressed.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>How small, of all that human hearts endure,<br />
+That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!<br />
+Still to ourselves in every place consigned,<br />
+Our own felicity we make or find.<br />
+With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,<br />
+Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>From Dr. Madden's</i> "<i>Boulter's Monument</i>."</h4>
+
+<h4><i>Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson</i>. 1745.</h4>
+
+<p>Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page167" id="page167"></a>{167}</span>
+
+<h4><i>Basselas</i>. Chapter i.</h4>
+
+<p>Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers
+of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms
+of hope; who expect that age will perform
+the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies
+of the present day will be supplied by
+the morrow; attend to the history of Rasselas,<br />
+Prince of Abyssinia.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Epitaph on Robert Levett</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>In Misery's darkest cavern known,<br />
+His useful care was ever nigh,<br />
+Where hopeless Anguish poured his groan,<br />
+And lonely Want retired to die.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Epitaph on Claudius Phillips, the Musician</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Phillips, whose touch harmonious could remove<br />
+The pangs of guilty power or hapless love;<br />
+Rest here, distressed by poverty no more,<br />
+Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before;<br />
+Sleep, undisturbed, within this peaceful shrine,<br />
+Till angels wake thee with a note like thine.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LORD_LYTTELTON" id="LORD_LYTTELTON"></a>LORD LYTTELTON</h2>
+<h3>1709-1773.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>For his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught lyre<br />
+None but the noblest passions to inspire,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page168" id="page168"></a>{168}</span>
+Not one immoral, one corrupted thought,<br />
+One line, which dying he could wish to blot.</p>
+
+<h4><i>Epigram</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair,<br />
+But love can hope where reason would despair.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;<br />
+Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Song</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Alas! by some degree of woe<br />
+We every bliss must gain;<br />
+The heart can ne'er a transport know,<br />
+That never feels a pain.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="EDWARD_MOORE" id="EDWARD_MOORE"></a>EDWARD MOORE.</h2>
+<h3>1712-1757.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Fable IX. The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Can't I another's face commend,<br />
+And to her virtues be a friend,<br />
+But instantly your forehead lowers,<br />
+As if <i>her</i> merit lessened <i>yours</i>?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page169" id="page169"></a>{169}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Fable X. The Spider and the Bee</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The maid who modestly conceals<br />
+Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;<br />
+Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws<br />
+Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>But from the hoop's bewitching round,<br />
+Her very shoe has power to wound.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Happy Marriage</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,<br />
+And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Gamester</i>. Act iii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis now the summer of your youth: time
+has not cropt the roses from your cheek,
+though sorrow long has washed them.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WILLIAM_SHENSTONE" id="WILLIAM_SHENSTONE"></a>WILLIAM SHENSTONE.</h2>
+<h3>1714-1763.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Written on the Window of an Inn</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Whoe'er has traveled life's dull round,<br />
+Where'er his stages may have been,<br />
+May sigh to think he still has found<br />
+His warmest welcome at an inn.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page170" id="page170"></a>{170}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Jemmy Dawson</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>For seldom shall you hear a tale<br />
+So sad, so tender, and so true.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Schoolmistress</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,<br />
+Emblems right meet of decency does yield.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_BROWN" id="JOHN_BROWN"></a>JOHN BROWN.</h2>
+<h3>1715-1766.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Barbarossa</i>. Act. v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced<br />
+That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,<br />
+That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour<br />
+Serves but to brighten all our future days.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="DAVID_GARRICK" id="DAVID_GARRICK"></a>DAVID GARRICK.</h2>
+<h3>1716-1779.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776, 10th of June</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Their cause I plead&mdash;plead it in heart and mind;<br />
+A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.</p>
+
+<h4><i>On the Death of Mr. Pelham</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Let others hail the rising sun:<br />
+I bow to that whose race is run.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page171" id="page171"></a>{171}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_GRAY" id="THOMAS_GRAY"></a>THOMAS GRAY.</h2>
+<h3>1716-1771.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>On a Distant Prospect of Eton College</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!<br />
+Ah, fields beloved in vain!<br />
+Where once my careless childhood strayed,<br />
+A stranger yet to pain!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Alas! regardless of their doom,<br />
+The little victims play;<br />
+No sense have they of ills to come,<br />
+Nor care beyond to-day.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>No more: where ignorance is bliss,
+'Tis folly to be wise.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Progress of Poesy</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move<br />
+The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page172" id="page172"></a>{172}</span>
+Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Bard</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Give ample room, and verge enough.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Elegy in a Country Churchyard</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The short and simple annals of the poor.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The paths of glory lead but to the grave.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault<br />
+The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed,<br />
+Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,<br />
+And waste its sweetness on the desert air.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page173" id="page173"></a>{173}</span>
+And read their history in a nation's eyes.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,<br />
+And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Along the cool, sequestered vale of life<br />
+They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>And many a holy text around she strews,<br />
+That teach the rustic moralist to die.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,<br />
+E'en in our ashes, live their wonted fires.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The bosom of his Father and his God.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page174" id="page174"></a>{174}</span></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The meanest floweret of the vale,<br />
+The simplest note that swells the gale,<br />
+The common sun, the air, the skies,<br />
+To him are opening paradise.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WILLIAM_COLLINS" id="WILLIAM_COLLINS"></a>WILLIAM COLLINS.</h2>
+<h3>1720-1756.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Ode in 1746</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,<br />
+By all their country's wishes blessed!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>By fairy hands their knell is rung;<br />
+By forms unseen their dirge is sung;<br />
+There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,<br />
+To bless the turf that wraps their clay;<br />
+And Freedom shall awhile repair,<br />
+To dwell a weeping hermit there.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Passions</i>. Line 1.</h4>
+
+<p>When Music, heavenly maid, was young,<br />
+While yet in early Greece she sung.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 10.</h4>
+
+<p>Filled with fury, rapt, inspired.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 28.</h4>
+
+<p>'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page175" id="page175"></a>{175}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 60.</h4>
+
+<p>In notes by distance made more sweet.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 68.</h4>
+
+<p>In hollow murmurs died away.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 95.</h4>
+
+<p>O Music! sphere-descended maid,<br />
+Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Eclogue</i> 1. Line 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell;
+'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Ode on the Death of Thomson</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>In yonder grave a Druid lies.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MARK_AKENSIDE" id="MARK_AKENSIDE"></a>MARK AKENSIDE.</h2>
+<h3>1721-1770.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Epistle to Curio</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The man forget not, though in rags he lies,<br />
+And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="NATHANIEL_COTTON" id="NATHANIEL_COTTON"></a>NATHANIEL COTTON.</h2>
+<h3>1721-1788.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Fireside</i>. St. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>If solid happiness we prize,<br />
+Within our breast this jewel lies;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page176" id="page176"></a>{176}</span>
+And they are fools who roam:<br />
+The world has nothing to bestow;<br />
+From our own selves our joys must flow,<br />
+And that dear hut&mdash;our home.</p>
+
+<h4>St. 13.</h4>
+
+<p>Thus hand in hand through life we'll go;<br />
+Its checkered paths of joy and woe<br />
+With cautious steps we'll tread.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_HOME" id="JOHN_HOME"></a>JOHN HOME.</h2>
+<h3>1722-1808.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Douglas</i>. Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>In the first days<br />
+Of my distracting grief, I found myself<br />
+As women wish to be who love their lords.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills<br />
+My father fed his flocks.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="OLIVER_GOLDSMITH" id="OLIVER_GOLDSMITH"></a>OLIVER GOLDSMITH.</h2>
+<h3>1728-1774.</h3>
+
+<h4>THE TRAVELLER.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Where er I roam, whatever realms to see,<br />
+My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page177" id="page177"></a>{177}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 22.</h4>
+
+<p>And learn the luxury of doing good.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 26.</h4>
+
+<p>Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 77.</h4>
+
+<p>Such is the patriot's boast, where er we roam,<br />
+His first, best country ever is at home.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 153.</h4>
+
+<p>By sports like these are all his cares beguiled,<br />
+The sports of children satisfy the child.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 172.</h4>
+
+<p>But winter lingering chills the lap of May.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 217.</h4>
+
+<p>So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar.<br />
+But bind him to his native mountains more.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 251.</h4>
+
+<p>Alike all ages: dames of ancient days<br />
+Have led their children through the mirthful maze;<br />
+And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore,<br />
+Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 327.</h4>
+
+<p>Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,<br />
+I see the lords of human kind pass by.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page178" id="page178"></a>{178}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 372.</h4>
+
+<p>For just experience tells, in every soil,<br />
+That those that think must govern those that toil.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 386.</h4>
+
+<p>Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 409.</h4>
+
+<p>Forced from their homes, a melancholy train.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>THE DESERTED VILLAGE.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 14.</h4>
+
+<p>For talking age and whispering lovers made.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 51.</h4>
+
+<p>Ill fares the land to hastening ills a prey,<br />
+Where wealth accumulates, and men decay,<br />
+Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade,<br />
+A breath can make them, as a breath has made;<br />
+But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,<br />
+When once destroyed, can never be supplied.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 62.</h4>
+
+<p>And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 100.</h4>
+
+<p>A youth of labor with an age of ease.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 110.</h4>
+
+<p>While resignation gently slopes the way&mdash;<br />
+And, all his prospects brightening to the last,<br />
+His heaven commences ere the world be past!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page179" id="page179"></a>{179}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 122.</h4>
+
+<p>And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 141.</h4>
+
+<p>A man he was to all the country dear,<br />
+And passing rich with forty pounds a year.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 158.</h4>
+
+<p>Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 161.</h4>
+
+<p>Careless their merits or their faults to scan,<br />
+His pity gave ere charity began.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 164.</h4>
+
+<p>And even his failings leaned to virtue's side.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 170.</h4>
+
+<p>Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 180.</h4>
+
+<p>And fools who came to scoff remained to pray.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 184.</h4>
+
+<p>And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 192.</h4>
+
+<p>Eternal sunshine settles on its head.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 196.</h4>
+
+<p>The village master taught his little school.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page180" id="page180"></a>{180}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 203.</h4>
+
+<p>Full well the busy whisper, circling round,<br />
+Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 212.</h4>
+
+<p>For even though vanquished, he could argue still;<br />
+While words of learned length and thundering sound<br />
+Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;<br />
+And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew<br />
+That one small head could carry all he knew.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 229.</h4>
+
+<p>Contrived a double debt to pay.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 254.</h4>
+
+<p>One native charm than all the gloss of art.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 264.</h4>
+
+<p>The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 329.</h4>
+
+<p>Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,<br />
+Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 385.</h4>
+
+<p>O Luxury! thou cursed by Heaven's decree.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>RETALIATION.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 24.</h4>
+
+<p>Who mixed reason with pleasure and wisdom with mirth.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page181" id="page181"></a>{181}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 31.</h4>
+
+<p>Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind,<br />
+And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 37.</h4>
+
+<p>Though equal to all things, for all things unfit.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 94.</h4>
+
+<p>An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>VICAR OF WAKEFIELD.</h4>
+
+<h4>Chapter viii. <i>The Hermit</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Man wants but little here below,<br />
+Nor wants that little long.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>Chapter xvii. <i>Elegy on a Mad Dog</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The roan recovered of the bite,<br />
+The dog it was that died.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>Chapter xxiv.</h4>
+
+<p>When lovely woman stoops to folly,<br />
+And finds too late that men betray,<br />
+What charm can soothe her melancholy?<br />
+What art can wash her guilt away?<br />
+The only art her guilt to cover,<br />
+To hide her shame from every eye,<br />
+To give repentance to her lover,<br />
+And wring his bosom, is&mdash;to die.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page182" id="page182"></a>{182}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaise</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The king himself has followed her<br />
+When she has walked before.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="TOBIAS_SMOLLETT" id="TOBIAS_SMOLLETT"></a>TOBIAS SMOLLETT.</h2>
+<h3>1721-1771.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Ode to Independence</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;<br />
+Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,<br />
+Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,<br />
+Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_PERCY" id="THOMAS_PERCY"></a>THOMAS PERCY.</h2>
+<h3>1728-1811.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Reliques of English Poetry. The Baffled Knight</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>He that wold not when he might,<br />
+He shall not when he wolda.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Friar of Orders Gray</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Weep no more, lady, weep no more,<br />
+Thy sorrow is in vain;<br />
+For violets plucked the sweetest showers<br />
+Will ne'er make grow again.<br />
+Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,<br />
+Men were deceivers ever;<br />
+One foot on sea, and one on shore,<br />
+To one thing constant never.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page183" id="page183"></a>{183}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>From Byrd's Psalmes, Sonets, &amp;c</i>. 1588.</h4>
+
+<p>My mind to me a kingdom is;<br />
+Such perfect joy therein I find,<br />
+As far exceeds all earthly bliss<br />
+That God and Nature hath assigned.<br />
+Though much I want that most would have,<br />
+Yet still my mind forbids to crave.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BEILBY_PORTEUS" id="BEILBY_PORTEUS"></a>BEILBY PORTEUS.</h2>
+<h3>1731-1808.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Death, a Poem</i>. Line 154.</h4>
+
+<p>One murder makes a villain,<br />
+Millions a hero.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JAMES_BEATTIE" id="JAMES_BEATTIE"></a>JAMES BEATTIE.</h2>
+<h3>1735-1766.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Minstrel</i>. Book i. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb<br />
+The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><i>The Hermit</i>. Line 8.<br />
+He thought as a sage, but he felt as a man.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Epigram</i>. <i>The Bucks had dined</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>How hard their lot who neither won nor lost.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page184" id="page184"></a>{184}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CHARLES_CHURCHILL" id="CHARLES_CHURCHILL"></a>CHARLES CHURCHILL.</h2>
+<h3>1741-1764.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Rosciad</i>. Line 861.</h4>
+
+<p>But spite of all the criticising elves,<br />
+Those who would make us feel&mdash;must feel themselves.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MRS_THEALE" id="MRS_THEALE"></a>MRS. THEALE.</h2>
+<h3>1740-1822.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Three Warnings</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The tree of deepest root is found<br />
+Least willing still to quit the ground;
+'Twas therefore said, by ancient sages,<br />
+That love of life increased with years<br />
+So much, that in our latter stages,<br />
+When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,<br />
+The greatest love of life appears.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WILLIAM_COWPER" id="WILLIAM_COWPER"></a>WILLIAM COWPER.</h2>
+<h3>1731-1800.</h3>
+
+<p>THE TASK.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. <i>The Sofa</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>God made the county, and man made the town.<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page185" id="page185"></a>{185}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Book ii. <i>The Timepiece</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,<br />
+Some boundless contiguity of shade,<br />
+Where rumor of oppression and deceit,<br />
+Of unsuccessful or successful war,<br />
+Might never roach me more.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Mountains interposed<br />
+Make enemies of nations, who had else,<br />
+Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>England, with all thy faults, I love thee still.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Praise enough<br />
+To fill the ambition of a private man,<br />
+That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>There is a pleasure in poetic pains<br />
+Which only poets know.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Variety's the very spice of life,<br />
+That gives it all its flavor.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>Book iii. <i>The Garden</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss<br />
+Of Paradise that hast survived the fall!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page186" id="page186"></a>{186}</span></p>
+
+<p>How various his employments whom the world
+jails idle; and who justly in return<br />
+Esteems that busy world an idler too!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>Book iv. <i>Winter Evening</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn<br />
+Throws up a steamy column, and the cups<br />
+That cheer, but not inebriate, wait on each,<br />
+So let us welcome peaceful evening in.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,<br />
+To peep at such a world; to see the stir<br />
+Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>Book v. <i>Winter Morn in a Walk</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>Book vi. <i>Winter Walk at Noon</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;<br />
+And as the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased<br />
+With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;<br />
+Some chord in unison with what we hear<br />
+Is touched within us, and the heart replies.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Here the heart<br />
+May give a useful lesson to the head,<br />
+And Learning wiser grow without his books.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page187" id="page187"></a>{187}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Tirocinium</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Shine by the side of every path we tread<br />
+With such a lustre, he that runs may read.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Retirement</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Built God a church, and laughed His word to scorn.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude!<br />
+But grant me still a friend in my retreat,<br />
+Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Conversation</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A fool must now and then be right, by chance.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>John Gilpin</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>That, though on pleasure she was bent,<br />
+She had a frugal mind.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>To dash through thick and thin.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>A hat not much the worse for wear</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Lines to his Mother's Picture</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>O that those lips had language! Life has passed<br />
+With me but roughly since I heard thee last.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page188" id="page188"></a>{188}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Walking with God</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>What peaceful hours I once enjoyed?<br />
+How sweet their memory still!<br />
+But they have left an aching void,<br />
+The world can never fill.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>VERSES,<br />
+<i>Supposed to be Written by Alexander Selkirk</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I am monarch of all I survey,<br />
+My right there is none to dispute.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>O Solitude! where are the charms<br />
+That sages have seen in thy face?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>But the sound of the church-going bell<br />
+Those valleys and rocks never heard,<br />
+Never sighed at the sound of a knell,<br />
+Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>How fleet is a glance of the mind!<br />
+Compared with the speed of its flight,<br />
+The tempest itself lags behind,<br />
+And the swift-winged arrows of light.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="W_J_MICKLE" id="W_J_MICKLE"></a>W. J. MICKLE.</h2>
+<h3>1734-1788.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Mariner's Wife</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>His very foot has music in 't<br />
+As he comes up the stairs.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page189" id="page189"></a>{189}</span>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_LANGHORNE" id="JOHN_LANGHORNE"></a>JOHN LANGHORNE.</h2>
+<h3>1735-1779.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Country Justice</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i</h4>
+
+<p>Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew;<br />
+The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew,<br />
+Gave the sad presage of his future years,<br />
+The child of misery, baptized in tears.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="DR_WALCOTT" id="DR_WALCOTT"></a>DR. WALCOTT.</h2>
+<h3>1738-1819.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Peter Pindar's Expostulatory Odes to a great Duke
+and a little Lord</i>. <i>Ode XV</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,<br />
+And every grin, so merry, draws one out.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MRS_BARBAULD" id="MRS_BARBAULD"></a>MRS. BARBAULD.</h2>
+<h3>1743-1825.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Warrington Academy</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Man is the noblest growth our realms supply,<br />
+And souls are ripened in our northern sky.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page190" id="page190"></a>{190}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SIR_WILLIAM_JONES" id="SIR_WILLIAM_JONES"></a>SIR WILLIAM JONES.</h2>
+<h3>1746-1794.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>A Persian Song of Hafiz</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Go boldly forth, my simple lay,<br />
+Whose accents flow with artless ease,<br />
+Like orient pearls at random strung.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Ode in Imitation of Alcoeus</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>What constitutes a state?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Men who their duties know,<br />
+But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>And sovereign law, that state's collected will,<br />
+O'er thrones and globes elate,<br />
+Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,<br />
+Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CAPTAIN_CHARLES_MORRIS" id="CAPTAIN_CHARLES_MORRIS"></a>CAPTAIN CHARLES MORRIS.</h2>
+<h3>&mdash;1832.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Billy Pitt and the Farmer</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Solid men of Boston, make no long orations;<br />
+Solid men of Boston, drink no deep potations.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page191" id="page191"></a>{191}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_TRUMBULL" id="JOHN_TRUMBULL"></a>JOHN TRUMBULL.</h2>
+<h3>1750-1881.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>McFingal</i>. Canto i. Line 67.</h4>
+
+<p>But optics sharp it needs, I ween,<br />
+To see what is not to be seen.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto iii. Line 489.</h4>
+
+<p>No man e'er felt the halter draw,<br />
+With good opinion of the law.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="RICHARD_BRINSLEY_SHERIDAN" id="RICHARD_BRINSLEY_SHERIDAN"></a>RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN</h2>
+<h3>1751-1816.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Rivals</i>. Act v. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Critic</i>. Act ii. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>My valor is certainly going! it is sneaking
+off! I feel it oozing out as it were at the pain,
+of my hands.</p>
+
+<h4>Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Where they do agree, their unanimity is
+wonderful.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>School for Scandal</i>. Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>You shall see a beautiful quarto page, where
+a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a
+meadow of margin.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page192" id="page192"></a>{192}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Act iii. Sc. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;<br />
+Here's to the widow of fifty;<br />
+Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,<br />
+And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.<br />
+Let the toast pass;<br />
+Drink to the lass;<br />
+I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.</p>
+
+<h4><i>The Duenna</i>. Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I ne'er could any lustre see<br />
+In eyes that would not look on me;<br />
+I ne'er saw nectar on a lip<br />
+But where my own did hope to sip.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted
+to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="GEORGE_CRABBE" id="GEORGE_CRABBE"></a>GEORGE CRABBE.</h2>
+<h3>1754-1832.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Parish Register</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Oh! rather give me commentators plain,<br />
+Who with no deep researches vex the brain,<br />
+Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,<br />
+And hold their glimmering taper to the sun.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page193" id="page193"></a>{193}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>The Borough Schools</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Books cannot always please, however good;<br />
+Minds are not ever craving for their food.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Borough Placers</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>In this fool's paradise lie drank delight.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Birth of Flattery</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>In idle wishes fools supinely stay;<br />
+Be there a will, then wisdom finds a way.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ROBERT_BURNS" id="ROBERT_BURNS"></a>ROBERT BURNS.</h2>
+<h3>1759-1796.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Tom O'Shanter</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,<br />
+Gather in' her brows like gatherin' storm,<br />
+Nursin' her wrath to keep it warm.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,<br />
+O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>But pleasures are like poppies spread,<br />
+You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;<br />
+Or like the snow falls in the river,<br />
+A moment white, then melts for ever.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page194" id="page194"></a>{194}</span>
+As Tammie gloured, amazed and curious,<br />
+The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.</p>
+
+<h4><i>To a Mouse</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The best laid schemes o' mice an' men<br />
+Gang aft a-gley;<br />
+An' lea'e us naught but grief and pain<br />
+For promised joy.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Scots wha hae</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Let us do, or die!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Address to the Unco Guid</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Then gently scan your brother man,<br />
+Still gentler, sister woman;<br />
+Though they may gang a kennin' wrang<br />
+To step aside is human.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>If there's a hole in a' your coats,<br />
+I rede you tent it;<br />
+A chiel's amang you takin' notes,<br />
+An', faith, he'll prent it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page195" id="page195"></a>{195}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>To a Louse</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>O wad some power the giftie gie us,<br />
+To see oursel's as others see us!<br />
+It wad frae monie a blunder free us,<br />
+An' foolish notion.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Epistle to a Young Friend</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip<br />
+To haud the wretch in order;<br />
+But where ye feel your honor grip,<br />
+Let that aye be your border.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Twa Dogs</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>His locked, lettered, braw brass collar<br />
+Shawed him the gentleman and scholar.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Epistle to James Smith</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>O Life! how pleasant in thy morning,<br />
+Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!<br />
+Cold, pausing Caution's lesson scorning,<br />
+We frisk away,<br />
+Like schoolboys at th' expected warning.<br />
+To joy and play.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Despondency</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>O Life! them art a galling load,<br />
+Along a rough, a weary road,<br />
+To wretches such as I!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page196" id="page196"></a>{196}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Auld Lang Syne</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Should auld acquaintance be forgot,<br />
+And never brought to min'?<br />
+Should auld acquaintance be forgot,<br />
+And days o' lang syne?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Green grow the Rashes</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Her 'prentice han' she tried on man.<br />
+And then she made the lasses, O!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Man was made to Mourn</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Man's inhumanity to man<br />
+Makes countless thousands mourn.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Death and Dr. Hornbook</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Some wee short hour ayont the twal.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Is there for honest Poverty</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The <i>rank</i> is but the guinea's <i>stamp</i>.</p>
+
+<p>The man's the gowd for a' that.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>A prince can mak' a belted knight,<br />
+A marquis, duke, and a that:<br />
+But an honest man's aboon his might,<br />
+Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page197" id="page197"></a>{197}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>The Cotter's Saturday Night</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>He wales a portion with judicious care;<br />
+And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_MOSS" id="THOMAS_MOSS"></a>THOMAS MOSS.</h2>
+<h3>&mdash;1808.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Beggar</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,<br />
+Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,<br />
+Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;<br />
+Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="GEORGE_COLMAN" id="GEORGE_COLMAN"></a>GEORGE COLMAN.</h2>
+<h3>1762-1836.</h3>
+
+<h4>BROAD GRINS.</h4>
+
+<h4><i>The Maid of the Moor</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And what's impossible can't be,<br />
+And never, never comes to pass.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Three stories high, long, dull, and old,<br />
+As great lord's stories often are.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Lodgings for Single Gentlemen</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>But when ill indeed,<br />
+E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page198" id="page198"></a>{198}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>The Poor Gentleman</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Act i. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Prologue to the Heir ft Law</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>On their own merits modest men are dumb.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_MORTON" id="THOMAS_MORTON"></a>THOMAS MORTON.</h2>
+<h3>1764-1836.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Speed the Plough</i>. Act i. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>What will Mrs. Grundy say?</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="GEORGE_CANNING" id="GEORGE_CANNING"></a>GEORGE CANNING.</h2>
+<h3>1770-1827.</h3>
+
+<h4>POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.</h4>
+
+<h4><i>The Needy Knife-Grinder</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d&mdash;d first.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Loves of the Triangles</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Line 178.</h4>
+
+<p>So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides<br />
+The Derby dilly, carrying three insides.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page199" id="page199"></a>{199}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WILLIAM_WORDSWORTH" id="WILLIAM_WORDSWORTH"></a>WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.</h2>
+<h3>1770-1850.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Quilt and Sorrow</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>St. 41.</h4>
+
+<p>And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,<br />
+And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>My Heart Leaps up</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The Child is father of the Man.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Lucy Gray</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>St. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>The sweetest thing that ever grew<br />
+Beside a human door.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>We are Seven</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A simple Child,<br />
+That lightly draws its breath,<br />
+And feels its life in every limb,<br />
+What should it know of death?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Pet Lamb</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Drink, pretty creature, drink.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Brothers</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,<br />
+Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page200" id="page200"></a>{200}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Stanzas written in Thomson</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Lucy</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>She dwelt among the untrodden ways<br />
+Beside the springs of Dove,<br />
+A maid whom there were none to praise,<br />
+And very few to love:<br />
+A violet by a mossy stone<br />
+Half hidden from the eye!<br />
+Fair as a star, when only one<br />
+Is shining in the sky.<br />
+She lived unknown, and few could know<br />
+When Lucy ceased to be;<br />
+But she is in her grave, and oh!<br />
+The difference to me!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Solitary Reaper</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,<br />
+That has been, and may be again.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The music in my heart I bore,<br />
+Long after it was heard no more.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page201" id="page201"></a>{201}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Rob Hoy's Grave</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>St. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>Because the good old rule<br />
+Sufficeth them, the simple plan,<br />
+That they should take who have the power,<br />
+And they should keep who can.</p>
+
+<h4><i>Yarrow Unvisited</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The swan on still St. Mary's Lake<br />
+Float double, swan and shadow!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Sonnets to National Independence and Liberty</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. vi</h4>
+
+<p>Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade<br />
+Of that which once was great is passed away.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. xiv.</h4>
+
+<p>Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. xvi.</h4>
+
+<p>We must be free or die, who speak the tongue<br />
+That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold<br />
+Which Milton held.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Nutting</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>One of those heavenly days that cannot die.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page202" id="page202"></a>{202}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>She was a Phantom of Delight</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A Creature not too bright or good<br />
+For human nature's daily food,<br />
+For transient sorrows, simple wiles;<br />
+Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>A perfect woman, nobly planned,<br />
+To warn, to comfort, and command.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>I Wandered Lonely</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>That inward eye<br />
+Which is the bliss of solitude.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Ruth</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A Youth to whom was given<br />
+So much of earth, so much of heaven.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Resolution and Independence</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. St. 7</h4>
+
+<p>I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,<br />
+The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;<br />
+Of him who walked in glory and in joy,<br />
+Following his plough, along the mountainside.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Hart-Leap Well</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part ii</h4>
+
+<p>"A jolly place," said he, "in times of old!<br />
+But something ails it now: the spot is cursed."<span class="pagenum"><a name="page203" id="page203"></a>{203}</span>
+Never to blend our pleasure or our pride<br />
+With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Tintern Abbey</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Sensations sweet<br />
+Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>That best portion of a good man's life,<br />
+His little, nameless, unremembered acts<br />
+Of kindness and of love.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>That blessed mood,<br />
+In which the burden of the mystery,<br />
+In which the heavy and the weary weight<br />
+Of all this unintelligible world,<br />
+Is lightened.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The fretful stir<br />
+Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,<br />
+Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The sounding cataract<br />
+Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,<br />
+The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,<br />
+Their colors and their forms, were then to me<br />
+An appetite; a feeling and a love,<br />
+That had no need of a remoter charm<br />
+By thoughts supplied, nor any interest<br />
+Unborrowed from the eye.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page204" id="page204"></a>{204}</span>
+But hearing often-times<br />
+The still, sad music of humanity.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>To a Skylark</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;<br />
+True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Peter Bell</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Prologue. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>There's something in a flying horse,<br />
+There's something in a huge balloon.</p>
+
+<h4>Prologue. St. 27.</h4>
+
+<p>The common growth of Mother Earth<br />
+Suffices me&mdash;her tears, her mirths<br />
+Her humblest mirth and tears.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. St. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>A primrose by a river's brim<br />
+A yellow primrose was to him,<br />
+And it was nothing more.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. St. 15.</h4>
+
+<p>The soft blue sky did never melt<br />
+Into his heart; he never felt<br />
+The witchery of the soft blue sky!</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. St. 26.</h4>
+
+<p>As if the man had fixed his face,<br />
+In many a solitary place,<br />
+Against the wind and open sky!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page205" id="page205"></a>{205}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Miscellaneous Sonnets</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. xxx.</h4>
+
+<p>The holy time is quiet as a Nun<br />
+Breathless with adoration.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. xxxiii.</h4>
+
+<p>The world is too much with us; late and soon,<br />
+Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. xxxv.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower<br />
+Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind<br />
+Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,<br />
+And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. xxxvi.</h4>
+
+<p>Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;<br />
+And all that mighty heart is lying still!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Ecclesiastical Sonnets</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part iii. v. <i>Walton's Book of Lives</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The feather, whence the pen<br />
+Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,<br />
+Dropped from an Angel's wing.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Meek Walton's heavenly memory.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page206" id="page206"></a>{206}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>The Tables Turned</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,<br />
+Or surely you'll grow double:<br />
+Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;<br />
+Why all this toil and trouble?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>One impulse from a vernal wood<br />
+May teach you more of man,<br />
+Of moral evil and of good,<br />
+Than all the sages can.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>A Poet's Epitaph</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>St. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>One that would peep and botanize<br />
+Upon his mother's grave.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Personal Talk</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>St. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>The gentle Lady married to the Moor,<br />
+And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Small Celandine</i>.<br />
+(From Poems referring to the Period of Old Age.)</h4>
+
+<p>To be a Prodigal's Favorite&mdash;then, worse truth,<br />
+A Miser's Pensioner&mdash;behold our lot!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page207" id="page207"></a>{207}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Elegiac Stanzas suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>St. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>The light that never was, on sea or land,<br />
+The consecration, and the Poet's dream.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Intimations of Immorality</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>St 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>But trailing clouds of glory, do we come<br />
+From God, who is our home:<br />
+Heaven lies about us in our infancy!</p>
+
+<h4>St. xi.</h4>
+
+<p>To me the meanest flower that blows can give<br />
+Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>THE EXCURSION.</h4>
+
+<h4>Book i.</h4>
+
+<p>The vision and the faculty divine.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The good die first,<br />
+And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust<br />
+Burn to the socket.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page208" id="page208"></a>{208}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Book ii.</h4>
+
+<p>With battlements, that on their restless fronts<br />
+Bore stars.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iii.</h4>
+
+<p>Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv.</h4>
+
+<p>I have seen<br />
+A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract<br />
+Of inland ground, applying to his ear<br />
+The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;<br />
+To which, in silence hushed, his very soul<br />
+Listened intensely; and his countenance soon<br />
+Brightened with joy; for from within were heard<br />
+Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed<br />
+Mysterious union with its native sea.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>One in whom persuasion and belief<br />
+Had ripened into faith, and faith become<br />
+A passionate intuition.</p>
+
+<h4>Book vi.</h4>
+
+<p>Spires whose silent fingers point to heaven.</p>
+
+<h4>Book vii.</h4>
+
+<p>Wisdom married to immortal verse.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page209" id="page209"></a>{209}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Book ix.</h4>
+
+<p>The primal duties shine aloft, like stars,<br />
+The charities, that soothe, and heal, and bless,<br />
+Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="HON_WILLIAM_ROBERT_SPENCER" id="HON_WILLIAM_ROBERT_SPENCER"></a>HON. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER.</h2>
+<h3>1770-1834.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Lines to Lady A. Hamilton</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Too late I stayed&mdash;forgive the crime;<br />
+Unheeded flew the hours.<br />
+How noiseless falls the foot of time,<br />
+That only treads on flowers!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="DR_GEORGE_SEWELL" id="DR_GEORGE_SEWELL"></a>DR. GEORGE SEWELL.</h2>
+<h3>&mdash;1726.</h3>
+
+<p>When all the blandishments of life are gone,<br />
+The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SAMUEL_TAYLOR_COLERIDGE" id="SAMUEL_TAYLOR_COLERIDGE"></a>SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.</h2>
+<h3>1772-1834</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Ancient Mariner</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i.</h4>
+
+<p>And listens like a three years' child.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii.</h4>
+
+<p>We were the first that ever burst<br />
+Into that silent sea.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page210" id="page210"></a>{210}</span>
+As idle as a painted ship<br />
+Upon a painted ocean.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Water, water, everywhere,<br />
+Nor any drop to drink.</p>
+
+<h4>Part iv.</h4>
+
+<p>Alone, alone, all, all alone,<br />
+Alone on a wide, wide sea.</p>
+
+<h4>Part v.</h4>
+
+<p>A noise like of a hidden brook<br />
+In the leafy mouth of June.</p>
+
+<h4>Part vii.</h4>
+
+<p>He prayeth well, who loveth well<br />
+Both man and bird and beast.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>He prayeth best, who loveth best<br />
+All things, both great and small.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>A sadder and a wiser man,<br />
+He rose the morrow morn.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Christabel</i>. Part ii.</h4>
+
+<p>Alas! they had been friends in youth;<br />
+But whispering tongues can poison truth:<br />
+And constancy lives in realms above.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page211" id="page211"></a>{211}</span></p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Devil's Thoughts</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin,<br />
+Is pride that apes humility.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Love</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>All thoughts, all passions, all delights,<br />
+Whatever stirs this mortal frame,<br />
+All are but ministers of Love,<br />
+And feeds his sacred flame.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Blest hour! it was a luxury&mdash;to be!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star<br />
+In his steep course?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Three Graves</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A mother is a mother still,<br />
+The holiest thing alive.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page212" id="page212"></a>{212}</span></p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Visit of the Gods</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Never, believe me,<br />
+Appear the Immortals,<br />
+Never alone.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Knight's Tomb</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The Knight's bones are dust,<br />
+And his good sword rust;<br />
+His soul is with the saints, I trust.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><i>On Taking Leave of</i>&mdash;. 1817.<br />
+To know, to esteem, to love&mdash;and then to part,<br />
+Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Cologne</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The river Rhine, it is well known,<br />
+Doth wash your city of Cologne;<br />
+But tell me, nymphs! what power divine<br />
+Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Wallenstein</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>The intelligible forms of ancient poets,<br />
+The fair humanities of old religion,<br />
+The power, the beauty, and the majesty,<br />
+That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page213" id="page213"></a>{213}</span>
+Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,<br />
+Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished;<br />
+They live no longer in the faith of reason.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Death of Wallenstein</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Act. v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Clothing the palpable and familiar<br />
+With golden exhalations of the dawn.</p>
+
+<h4>Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Often do the spirits<br />
+Of great events stride on before the events.<br />
+And in to-day already walks to-morrow.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ROBERT_SOUTHEY" id="ROBERT_SOUTHEY"></a>ROBERT SOUTHEY.</h2>
+<h3>1774-1843.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Curse of Kehama</i>. Canto x.</h4>
+
+<p>They sin who tell us love can die.<br />
+With life all other passions fly,<br />
+All others are but vanity.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CHARLES_LAMB" id="CHARLES_LAMB"></a>CHARLES LAMB.</h2>
+<h3>1775-1834.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Old Familiar Faces</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I have had playmates, 1 have had companions,<br />
+In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;<br />
+All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page214" id="page214"></a>{214}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Detached Thoughts on Books</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Books which are no books.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_CAMPBELL" id="THOMAS_CAMPBELL"></a>THOMAS CAMPBELL.</h2>
+<h3>1777-1844.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Pleasures of Hope</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. Line 7.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,<br />
+And robes the mountain in its azure hue.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 359.</h4>
+
+<p>O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 381.</h4>
+
+<p>Hope for a season bade the world farewell,<br />
+And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,<br />
+His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Line 5.</h4>
+
+<p>Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,<br />
+The power of grace, the magic of a name?</p>
+
+<h4>Line 23.</h4>
+
+<p>Without the smile from partial beauty won,<br />
+Of what were man?&mdash;a world without a sun.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page215" id="page215"></a>{215}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Line 37.</h4>
+
+<p>The world was sad!&mdash;the garden was a wild!<br />
+And man, the hermit, sighed&mdash;till woman smiled.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 45.</h4>
+
+<p>While Memory watches o'er the sad review<br />
+Of joys that faded like the morning dew.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 95.</h4>
+
+<p>There shall he love, when genial mom appears,<br />
+Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 194.</h4>
+
+<p>That gems the starry girdle of the year.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 263.</h4>
+
+<p>Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll<br />
+Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!</p>
+
+<h4>Line 325.</h4>
+
+<p>O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,<br />
+To waft us home the message of despair?</p>
+
+<h4>Line 377.</h4>
+
+<p>What though my winged hours of bliss have been,<br />
+Like angel-visits, few and far between.</p>
+
+<h4><i>O'Connor's Child</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Another's sword has laid him low,<br />
+Another's and another's;<br />
+And every hand that dealt the blow,<br />
+Ah me! it was a brother's!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page216" id="page216"></a>{216}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Lochiel's Warning</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,<br />
+And coming events cast their shadows before.</p>
+
+<h4><i>Ye Mariners of England</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Ye mariners of England!<br />
+That guard our native seas,<br />
+Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,<br />
+The battle and the breeze.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Britannia needs no bulwarks,<br />
+No towers along the steep;<br />
+Her march is o'er the mountain waves,<br />
+Her home is on the deep.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Soldier's Dream</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.<br />
+But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,<br />
+And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Hohenlinden</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The combat deepens. On, ye brave,<br />
+Who rush to glory, or the grave!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page217" id="page217"></a>{217}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Gertrude of Wyoming</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part iii. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>O love! in such a wilderness as this.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WALTER_SCOTT" id="WALTER_SCOTT"></a>WALTER SCOTT.</h2>
+<h3>1771-1832.</h3>
+
+<p>THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto ii. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,<br />
+Go visit it by the pale moonlight.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto ii. St. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>I was not always a man of woe.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto ii. St. 22.</h4>
+
+<p>I cannot tell how the truth may be;<br />
+I say the tale as 'twas said to me.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto iii. St. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,<br />
+And men below and saints above;<br />
+For love is heaven, and heaven is love.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto v. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Call it not vain; they do not err,<br />
+Who say, that, when the poet dies,<br />
+Mute Nature mourns her worshiper,<br />
+And celebrates his obsequies.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto v. St. 13.</h4>
+
+<p>True love's the gift which God has given<br />
+To man alone beneath the heaven.<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page218" id="page218"></a>{218}</span>
+It is the secret sympathy,<br />
+The silver link, the silken tie,<br />
+Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,<br />
+In body and in soul can bind.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto vi. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,<br />
+Who never to himself hath said,<br />
+This is my own, my native land!<br />
+Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,<br />
+As home his footsteps he hath turned<br />
+Prom wandering on a foreign strand?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto vi. St. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>O Caledonia! stern and wild,<br />
+Meet nurse for a poetic child!<br />
+Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;<br />
+Land of the mountain and the flood.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Marmion</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Canto ii. St. 27.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis an old tale, and often told.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto v. St. 12.</h4>
+
+<p>With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto vi. St. 14.</h4>
+
+<p>And dar'st thou then<br />
+To beard the lion in his den?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page219" id="page219"></a>{219}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Canto vi. St. 30,</h4>
+
+<p>O woman! in our hours of ease,<br />
+Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,<br />
+And variable as the shade<br />
+By the light quivering aspen made,<br />
+When pain and anguish wring the brow,<br />
+A ministering angel thou!</p>
+
+<h4>Canto vi. St. 32.</h4>
+
+<p>Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!<br />
+Were the last words of Marmion.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto vi. Last Lines.</h4>
+
+<p>To all, to each, a fair good night,<br />
+And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light,</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Lady of the Lake</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Canto i. St. 18.</h4>
+
+<p>And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace<br />
+A nymph, a naiad, or a grace,<br />
+Of finer form or lovelier face.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>A foot more light, a step more true,<br />
+Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto i. St. 21.</h4>
+
+<p>On his bold visage middle age<br />
+Had slightly pressed its signet sage.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto ii. St. 22.</h4>
+
+<p>Some feelings are to mortals given<br />
+With less of earth in them than heaven.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page220" id="page220"></a>{220}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Canto iv. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,<br />
+And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto iv. St. 30.</h4>
+
+<p>Art thou a friend to Roderick?</p>
+
+<h4>Canto v. St. 10.</h4>
+
+<p>Come one, come all! this rock shall fly<br />
+From its firm base as soon as I.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>And the stern joy which warriors feel<br />
+In foemen worthy of their steel.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Lord of the Isles</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Canto v. Stanza 18.</h4>
+
+<p>O many a shaft, at random sent,<br />
+Finds mark, the archer little meant!<br />
+And many a word at random spoken<br />
+May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Old Mortality</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Vol. ii. Chapter xxi.</h4>
+
+<p>Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!<br />
+To all the sensual world proclaim,<br />
+One crowded hour of glorious life<br />
+Is worth an age without a name.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page221" id="page221"></a>{221}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Bob Roy</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Vol. i. Chapter ii.</h4>
+
+<p>O for the voice of that wild horn<br />
+On Fontarabian echoes borne.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Monastery</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Vol. i. Chapter ii.</h4>
+
+<p>Within that awful volume lies<br />
+The mystery of mysteries!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_MOORE" id="THOMAS_MOORE"></a>THOMAS MOORE.</h2>
+<h3>1780-1852.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Lalla Rookh</i>. <i>The Fire-Worshippers</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>O, ever thus from childhood's hour<br />
+I've seen my fondest hopes decay;<br />
+I never loved a tree or flower,<br />
+But 'twas the first to fade away.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Light of the Harem</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Alas! how light a cause may move<br />
+Dissension between hearts that love!<br />
+Hearts that the world in vain had tried,<br />
+And sorrow but more closely tied;<br />
+That stood the storm when waves were rough,<br />
+Yet in a sunny hour fall off,<br />
+Like ships that have gone down at sea,<br />
+When heaven was all tranquillity.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page222" id="page222"></a>{222}</span></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>All that's bright must fade</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>All that's bright must fade&mdash;<br />
+The brightest still the fleetest;<br />
+All that's sweet was made<br />
+But to be lost when sweetest.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Farewell! But whenever you welcome the hour</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,<br />
+But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="REGINALD_HEBER" id="REGINALD_HEBER"></a>REGINALD HEBER.</h2>
+<h3>1783-1826.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Christman Hymn</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!<br />
+Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Missionary Hymn</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>From Greenland's icy mountains,<br />
+From India's coral strand,<br />
+Where Afric's sunny fountains<br />
+Roll down their golden sand.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Palestine</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;<br />
+Like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung.<br />
+Majestic silence!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page223" id="page223"></a>{223}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JONATHAN_M_SEWALL" id="JONATHAN_M_SEWALL"></a>JONATHAN M. SEWALL.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Epilogue to Cato</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4><i>Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth</i>, N. H., 1778.</h4>
+
+<p>No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,<br />
+But the whole boundless continent is yours.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SAMUEL_WOODWORTH" id="SAMUEL_WOODWORTH"></a>SAMUEL WOODWORTH.</h2>
+<h3>1785-1842.</h3>
+
+<p>The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,<br />
+The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LORD_BYRON" id="LORD_BYRON"></a>LORD BYRON.</h2>
+<h3>1788-1821.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Childe Harold</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Canto i. St. 9.</h4>
+
+<p>Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,<br />
+And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto ii. St. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 6.</h4>
+
+<p>The dome of Thought, the palace of the soul.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page224" id="page224"></a>{224}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 23.</h4>
+
+<p>Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy?</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 73.</h4>
+
+<p>Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!<br />
+Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 76.</h4>
+
+<p>Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not,<br />
+Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 88.</h4>
+
+<p>Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Age shakes Athena's towers, but spares gray Marathon.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto iii. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 21.</h4>
+
+<p>There was a sound of revelry by night.<br />
+And all went merry as a marriage-bell.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 28.</h4>
+
+<p>Battle's magnificently stern array!</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 55.</h4>
+
+<p>The castled crag of Drachenfels<br />
+Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page225" id="page225"></a>{225}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 92.</h4>
+
+<p>The sky is changed! and such a change! O night,<br />
+And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,<br />
+Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light<br />
+Of a dark eye in woman.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 113.</h4>
+
+<p>I have not loved the world, nor the world me.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto iv. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 24.</h4>
+
+<p>The cold&mdash;the changed&mdash;perchance the dead anew,<br />
+The mourned&mdash;the loved&mdash;the lost&mdash;too many! yet how few!</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 49.</h4>
+
+<p>Fills<br />
+The air around with beauty.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 69.</h4>
+
+<p>The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 79.</h4>
+
+<p>The Niobe of nations! there she stands.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 109.</h4>
+
+<p>Man!<br />
+Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page226" id="page226"></a>{226}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 115.</h4>
+
+<p>The nympholepsy of some fond despair.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 145.</h4>
+
+<p>While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand<br />
+When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;<br />
+And when Home falls, the world.<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a></p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 177.</h4>
+
+<p>O that the desert were my dwelling-place,<br />
+With one fair spirit for my minister,<br />
+That I might all forget the human race,<br />
+And, hating no one, love but only her!</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 178.</h4>
+
+<p>There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,<br />
+There is a rapture on the lonely shore,<br />
+There is society where none intrudes<br />
+By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>I love not Man the less, but Nature more.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 179.</h4>
+
+<p>Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 185.</h4>
+
+<p>And what is writ, is writ.<br />
+Would it were worthier!</p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page227" id="page227"></a>{227}</span>
+<h4><i>Memoranda from his Life</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I awoke one morning and found myself famous.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Giaour</i>. Line 72.</h4>
+
+<p>Before decay's effacing fingers<br />
+Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 92.</h4>
+
+<p>So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,<br />
+We start, for soul is wanting there.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 106.</h4>
+
+<p>Shrine of the mighty! can it be<br />
+That this is all remains of thee?</p>
+
+<h4>Line 123.</h4>
+
+<p>For freedom's battle, once begun,<br />
+Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son,<br />
+Though baffled oft, is ever won.</p>
+
+<h4>Line 418.</h4>
+
+<p>And lovelier things have mercy shown<br />
+To every failing but their own;<br />
+And every won a tear can claim,<br />
+Except an erring sister's shame.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Parasina</i>. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>It is the hour when from the boughs<br />
+The nightingale's high note is heard;<br />
+It is the hour when lovers' vows<br />
+Seem sweet in every whispered word.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page228" id="page228"></a>{228}</span></p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Bride of Abydos</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Canto i. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 6.</h4>
+
+<p>The light of love, the purity of grace,<br />
+The mind, the music breathing from her face,<br />
+The heart whose softness harmonized the whole<br />
+And oh! that eye was in itself a soul!</p>
+
+<h4>Canto ii. St. 20.</h4>
+
+<p>Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!<br />
+The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,<br />
+And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>He makes a solitude, and calls it&mdash;peace.<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Darkness</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I had a dream which was not all a dream.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Lara</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Canto i. St. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Lord of himself&mdash;that heritage of woe!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page229" id="page229"></a>{229}</span></p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Corsair</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Canto i. St. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea;<br />
+Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,<br />
+Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,<br />
+Survey our empire, and behold our home.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 3.</h4>
+
+<p>She walks the waters like a thing of life,<br />
+And seems to dare the elements to strife.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 8.</h4>
+
+<p>The power of Thought&mdash;the magic of the Mind.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The many still must labor for the one!</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 9.</h4>
+
+<p>There was a laughing devil in his sneer.<br />
+Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed Farewell!</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 15.</h4>
+
+<p>Farewell!<br />
+For in that word&mdash;that fatal word&mdash;howe'er<br />
+We promise&mdash;hope&mdash;believe&mdash;there breathes despair.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto iii. St. 22.</h4>
+
+<p>No words suffice the secret soul to show,<br />
+For truth denies all eloquence to woe.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page230" id="page230"></a>{230}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 24.</h4>
+
+<p>He left a corsair's name to other times,<br />
+Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Beppo</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Stanza 27.</h4>
+
+<p>For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
+Will back their own opinions by a wager.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 45.</h4>
+
+<p>Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,<br />
+Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.</p>
+
+<h4>Stanza 80.</h4>
+
+<p>O Mirth and Innocence! O Milk and Water!<br />
+Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Dream</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And both were young, and one was beautiful.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>And to his eye<br />
+There was but one beloved face on earth,<br />
+And that was shining on him.<br />
+A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>And they were canopied by the blue sky,
+so cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,<br />
+That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page231" id="page231"></a>{231}</span></p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Waltz</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Hands promiscuously applied,<br />
+Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>English Bards</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;<br />
+A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>As soon<br />
+Seek roses in December&mdash;ice in June.<br />
+Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Believe a woman, or an epitaph,<br />
+Or any other thing that's false, before<br />
+You trust in critics.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Perverts the Prophets, and purloins the<br />
+Psalms.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Monody on the Death of Sheridan</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>When all of Genius which can perish dies.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.<br />
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page232" id="page232"></a>{232}</span>
+Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,<br />
+And broke the die in moulding Sheridan.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Don Juan</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Canto i. St. 22.</h4>
+
+<p>But, O ye lords of ladies intellectual!<br />
+Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all?</p>
+
+<h4>Canto i. St. 117.</h4>
+
+<p>Whispering I will ne'er consent, consented.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto xiii. St. 95.</h4>
+
+<p>Society is now one polished horde,<br />
+Formed of two mighty tribes, the <i>Bores</i> and <i>Bored</i>.</p>
+
+<h4>Canto xv. St. 13.</h4>
+
+<p>The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,<br />
+An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Hebrew Melodies</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>She walks in beauty, like the night<br />
+Of cloudless climes and starry skies;<br />
+And all that's best of dark and bright<br />
+Meet in her aspect and her eyes;<br />
+Thus mellowed to that tender light<br />
+Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page233" id="page233"></a>{233}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CHARLES_WOLFE" id="CHARLES_WOLFE"></a>CHARLES WOLFE.</h2>
+<h3>1791-1823.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Burial of Sir John Moore</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,<br />
+But we left him alone with his glory!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOSEPH_RODMAN_DRAKE" id="JOSEPH_RODMAN_DRAKE"></a>JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.</h2>
+<h3>1795-1820.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The American flag</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>When Freedom from her mountain height<br />
+Unfurled her standard to the air,<br />
+She tore the azure robe of night,<br />
+And set the stars of glory there.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_KEATS" id="JOHN_KEATS"></a>JOHN KEATS.</h2>
+<h3>1796-1820.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Endymion</i>. Line 1.</h4>
+
+<p>A thing of beauty is a joy forever.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>St. Agnes' Eve</i>. Stanza 27.</h4>
+
+<p>Music's golden tongue<br />
+Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' /><span class="pagenum"><a name="page234" id="page234"></a>{234}</span>
+
+<h4><i>Hyperion</i>. Line 5.</h4>
+
+<p>That large utterance of the early gods.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ROBERT_POLLOK" id="ROBERT_POLLOK"></a>ROBERT POLLOK.</h2>
+<h3>1798-1827.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Course of Time</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Book viii. Line 616.</h4>
+
+<p>He was a man<br />
+Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven<br />
+To serve the devil in.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_HOOD" id="THOMAS_HOOD"></a>THOMAS HOOD.</h2>
+<h3>1798-1845.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Death-Bed</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>We watched her breathing through the night,<br />
+Her breathing soft and low,
+in her breast the wave of life<br />
+Kept heaving to and fro.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Our very hopes belied our fears,<br />
+Our fears our hopes belied;<br />
+We thought her dying when she slept,<br />
+And sleeping when she died.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Bridge of Sighs</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>One more Unfortunate<br />
+Weary of breath,<br />
+Rashly importunate,<br />
+Gone to her death.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page235" id="page235"></a>{235}</span></p>
+
+<p>Take her up tenderly,<br />
+Lift her with care;<br />
+Fashioned so slenderly<br />
+Young, and so fair!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SAMUEL_ROGERS" id="SAMUEL_ROGERS"></a>SAMUEL ROGERS.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Human Life</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding,<br />
+Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The soul of music slumbers in the shell,<br />
+Till waked and kindled by the master's spell;<br />
+And feeling hearts&mdash;touch them but rightly&mdash;pour<br />
+A thousand melodies unheard before!<br />
+Then, never less alone than when alone,<br />
+Those that he loved so long and sees no more,<br />
+Loved and still loves&mdash;not dead, but gone before&mdash;<br />
+He gathers round him.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>A Wish</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Mine be a cot beside the hill;<br />
+A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear;<br />
+A willowy brook, that turns a mill,<br />
+With many a fall, shall linger near.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page236" id="page236"></a>{236}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="RICHARD_MONCKTON_MILNES" id="RICHARD_MONCKTON_MILNES"></a>RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Stanza 2.</h4>
+
+<p>But on and up, where Nature's heart<br />
+Beats strong amid the hills.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Men of Old</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them,<br />
+Like instincts, unawares.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>A man's best things are nearest him,<br />
+Lie close about his feet.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BRYAN_W_PROCTOR" id="BRYAN_W_PROCTOR"></a>BRYAN W. PROCTOR.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>The Sea</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The sea! the sea! the open sea!<br />
+The blue, the fresh, the ever free!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>I never was on the dull, tame shore,<br />
+But I loved the great sea more and more.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ALFRED_TENNYSON" id="ALFRED_TENNYSON"></a>ALFRED TENNYSON.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Locksley Hall</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>He will hold thee, when his passion shall have
+spent its novel force,<br />
+Something better than his dog, a little dearer
+than his horse.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page237" id="page237"></a>{237}</span></p>
+
+<p>I will take some savage woman, she shall rear
+my dusky race.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of<br />
+Cathay.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>In Memoriam</i>. xxvii.</h4>
+
+<p>'Tis better to have loved and lost<br />
+Than never to have loved at all.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Fatima</i>. St. 3.</h4>
+
+<p>O Love, O fire! once he drew<br />
+With one long kiss my whole soul through<br />
+My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Princess</i>. Canto iv.</h4>
+
+<p>Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,<br />
+Tears from the depth of some divine despair<br />
+Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,<br />
+In looking on the happy Autumn fields,<br />
+And thinking of the days that are no more.</p>
+
+<p>Dear as remembered kisses after death,<br />
+And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned<br />
+On lips that are for others; deep as love,<br />
+Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;<br />
+O Death in Life, the days that are no more.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page238" id="page238"></a>{238}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Canto 7.</h4>
+
+<p>Sweet is every sound,<br />
+Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;<br />
+Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,<br />
+The moan of doves in immemorial elms,<br />
+And murmuring of innumerable bees.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Happy he<br />
+With such a mother! faith in womankind<br />
+Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high<br />
+Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,<br />
+He shall not blind his soul with clay.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Lady Clara Vere de Vere</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>From yon blue heaven above us bent,<br />
+The grand old gardener and his wife<br />
+Smile at the claims of loner descent.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="HENRY_TAYLOR" id="HENRY_TAYLOR"></a>HENRY TAYLOR</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Philip Van Artevelde</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. Act i. Sc. 5.</h4>
+
+<p>The world knows nothing of its greatest men.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="EDWARD_BULWER-LYTTON" id="EDWARD_BULWER-LYTTON"></a>EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Richelieu</i>. Act ii. Sc. 2.</h4>
+
+<p>Beneath the rule of men entirely great<br />
+The pen is mightier than the sword.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page239" id="page239"></a>{239}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="PHILIP_JAMES_BAILEY" id="PHILIP_JAMES_BAILEY"></a>PHILIP JAMES BAILEY.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Festus</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;<br />
+In feelings, not in figures on a dial.<br />
+We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives<br />
+Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_K_HERVEY" id="THOMAS_K_HERVEY"></a>THOMAS K. HERVEY.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>The Devil's Progress</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The tomb of him who would have made<br />
+The world too glad and free.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>He stood beside a cottage lone,<br />
+And listened to a lute,<br />
+One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,<br />
+And the nightingale was mute!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles,<br />
+But never came to shore!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JAMES_ALDRICH" id="JAMES_ALDRICH"></a>JAMES ALDRICH.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>A Death-Bed</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Her suffering ended with the day,<br />
+Yet lived she at its close,<br />
+And breathed the long, long night away,<br />
+In statue-like repose!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page240" id="page240"></a>{240}</span></p>
+
+<p>But when the sun, in all his state,<br />
+Illumined the eastern skies,<br />
+She passed through Glory's morning gate,<br />
+And walked in Paradise.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WILLIAM_CULLEN_BRYANT" id="WILLIAM_CULLEN_BRYANT"></a>WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Thanatopsis</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>To him who in the love of Nature holds<br />
+Communion with her visible forms, she speaks<br />
+A various language.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Go forth, under the open sky, and list<br />
+To Nature's teachings.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Sustained and soothed<br />
+By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,<br />
+Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch.<br />
+About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>March</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The stormy March has come at last,<br />
+With wind and clouds and changing skies;<br />
+I hear the rushing of the blast<br />
+That through the snowy valley flies.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Autumn Woods</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>But 'neath yon crimson tree,<br />
+Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,<br />
+Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,<br />
+Her blush of maiden shame.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page241" id="page241"></a>{241}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Forest Hymn</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The groves were God's first temples.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Death of the Flowers</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The melancholy days are come,<br />
+The saddest of the year,<br />
+Of wailing winds, and naked woods,<br />
+And meadows brown and sear.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Battlefield</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:<br />
+The eternal years of God are hers;<br />
+But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,<br />
+And dies among his worshippers.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FITZ-GREENE_HALLECK" id="FITZ-GREENE_HALLECK"></a>FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Marco Bozzaris</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Strike&mdash;for your altars and your fires;<br />
+Strike&mdash;for the green graves of y our sires;<br />
+God, and your native land!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>One of the few, the immortal names,<br />
+That were not born to die.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Green be the turf above thee,<br />
+Friend of my better days;<br />
+None knew thee but to love thee,<br />
+Nor named thee but to praise.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page242" id="page242"></a>{242}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>Burns</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines,<br />
+Shrines to no code or creed confined&mdash;<br />
+The Delphian vales, the Palestines,<br />
+The Meccas of the mind.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CHARLES_SPRAGUE" id="CHARLES_SPRAGUE"></a>CHARLES SPRAGUE.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Curiosity</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,<br />
+Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends,<br />
+An incarnation of fat dividends.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Centennial Ode</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Stanza 22.</h4>
+
+<p>Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze<br />
+We lift our heads, a race of other days.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>To my Cigar</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Yes, social friend, I love thee well,<br />
+In learned doctor's spite;<br />
+Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,<br />
+And lap me in delight.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page243" id="page243"></a>{243}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="HENRY_W_LONGFELLOW" id="HENRY_W_LONGFELLOW"></a>HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>A Psalm of Life</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
+"Life is but an empty dream!"
+For the soul is dead that slumbers,<br />
+And things are not what they seem.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Art is long, and Time is fleeting.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Let the dead Past bury its dead!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Lives of great men all remind us<br />
+We can make our lives sublime,<br />
+And, departing, leave behind us<br />
+Footprints on the sands of time.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Still achieving, still pursuing,<br />
+Learn to labor and to wait.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Light of Stars</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Know how sublime a thing it is<br />
+To suffer and be strong.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>It is not always May</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>For Time will teach thee soon the truth,<br />
+There are no birds in last year's nest!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page244" id="page244"></a>{244}</span></p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Maidenhood</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Standing, with reluctant feet,<br />
+Where the brook and river meet,<br />
+Womanhood and childhood fleet!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Goblet of Life</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>O suffering, sad humanity!<br />
+O ye afflicted ones, who lie<br />
+Steeped to the lips in misery,<br />
+Longing, and yet afraid to die,<br />
+Patient, though sorely tried!</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Resignation</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>There is no flock, however watched and tended,<br />
+But one dear lamb is there!<br />
+There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,<br />
+But has one vacant chair.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The air is full of farewells to the dying,<br />
+And mournings for the dead.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Golden Legend</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Time has laid his hand<br />
+Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,<br />
+But as a harper lays his open palm<br />
+Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page245" id="page245"></a>{245}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="OLIVER_WENDELL_HOLMES" id="OLIVER_WENDELL_HOLMES"></a>OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>A Metrical Essay</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The freeman casting with unpurchased hand<br />
+The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!<br />
+Long has it waved on high,<br />
+And many an eye has danced to see<br />
+That banner in the sky.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Nail to the mast her holy flag,<br />
+Set every threadbare sail,<br />
+And give her to the god of storms,<br />
+The lightning and the gale.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Urania</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure,<br />
+He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!&mdash;<br />
+And, when you stick on conversation's burrs,<br />
+Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful <i>urs</i>.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Music-Grinders</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>You think they are crusaders, sent<br />
+From some infernal clime,<br />
+To pluck the eyes of Sentiment,<br />
+And dock the tail of Rhyme,<br />
+To crack the voice of Melody,<br />
+And break the legs of Time.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page246" id="page246"></a>{246}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JAMES_RUSSELL_LOWELL" id="JAMES_RUSSELL_LOWELL"></a>JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>The Vision of Sir Launfal</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And what is so rare as a day in June?<br />
+Then, if ever, come perfect days;<br />
+Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,<br />
+And over it softly her warm ear lays.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Changeling</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>This child is not mine as the first was,<br />
+I cannot sing it to rest,<br />
+I cannot lift it up fatherly<br />
+And bless it upon my breast;<br />
+Yet it lies in my little one's cradle<br />
+And sits in my little one's chair,<br />
+And the light of the heaven she's gone to<br />
+Transfigures its golden hair.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WILLIAM_BASSE" id="WILLIAM_BASSE"></a>WILLIAM BASSE.</h2>
+<h3>1613-1648.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>On Shakespeare</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh<br />
+To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie<br />
+A little nearer Spenser, to make room<br />
+For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.</p>
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page247" id="page247"></a>{247}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="DAVID_EVERETT" id="DAVID_EVERETT"></a>DAVID EVERETT.</h2>
+<h3>1769-1813.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Lines written for a School Declamation</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>You'd scarce expect one of my age<br />
+To speak in public on the stage;<br />
+And if I chance to fall below<br />
+Demosthenes or Cicero,<br />
+Don't view me with a critic's eye,<br />
+But pass my imperfections by.<br />
+Large streams from little fountains flow,<br />
+Tall oaks from little acorns grow.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOSEPH_HOPKINSON" id="JOSEPH_HOPKINSON"></a>JOSEPH HOPKINSON.</h2>
+<h3>1770-1842.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Hail Columbia</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Hail Columbia! happy land!<br />
+Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="F_S_KEY" id="F_S_KEY"></a>F. S. KEY.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>The Star-spangled Banner</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The star-spangled banner, O long may it wave<br />
+O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ALBERT_G_GREENE" id="ALBERT_G_GREENE"></a>ALBERT G. GREENE.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Old Grimes</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Old Grimes is dead; that good old man,<br />
+We ne'er shall see him more:<br />
+He used to wear a long black coat,<br />
+All buttoned down before.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page248" id="page248"></a>{248}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_LOUIS_UHLAND" id="JOHN_LOUIS_UHLAND"></a>JOHN LOUIS UHLAND.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>The Passage</i>. <i>Translated by Mrs. Sarah Austin</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee;<br />
+Take&mdash;I give it willingly;<br />
+For, invisible to thee,<br />
+Spirits twain have crossed with me.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="CHRISTOPHER_P_CRANCH" id="CHRISTOPHER_P_CRANCH"></a>CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Stanzas</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Thought is deeper than all speech;<br />
+Feeling deeper than all thought;<br />
+Souls to souls can never teach<br />
+What unto themselves was taught.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="EATON_STANNARD_BARRETT" id="EATON_STANNARD_BARRETT"></a>EATON STANNARD BARRETT.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Woman</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Not she with trait'rous kiss her Master stung,<br />
+Not she denied him with unfaithful tongue;<br />
+She, when apostles fled, could danger brave,<br />
+Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MISS_FANNY_STEERS" id="MISS_FANNY_STEERS"></a>MISS FANNY STEERS.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Song</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The last link is broken<br />
+That bound me to thee,<br />
+And the words thou hast spoken<br />
+Have rendered me free.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page249" id="page249"></a>{249}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="RICHARD_BAXTER" id="RICHARD_BAXTER"></a>RICHARD BAXTER.</h2>
+<h3>1615-1691.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Love breathing Thanks and Praise</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I preached as never sure to preach again,<br />
+And as a dying man to dying men.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ROGER_LESTRANGE" id="ROGER_LESTRANGE"></a>ROGER L'ESTRANGE.</h2>
+<h3>1616-1704.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Fables from several Authors</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Fable 398.</h4>
+<p>Though this may be play to you,<br />
+'Tis death to us.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>MISCELLANEOUS.</h4>
+
+<h4><i>From Apophthegms</i>, &amp;c., first gathered and
+compiled in Latin, by Erasmus, and now
+translated into English by Nicholas Vdall.
+8vo. 1542. Fol. 239.</h4>
+
+<p>That same man, that rennith awaie,<br />
+Maie again fight an other daie.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>From the Musarum Deliciae</i>, compiled by Sir John Mennis and Dr. James Smith. 1640</h4>
+
+<p>He that fights and runs away<br />
+May live to fight another day.<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page250" id="page250"></a>{250}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="RICHARD_GRAFTON" id="RICHARD_GRAFTON"></a>RICHARD GRAFTON.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Abridgement of the Chronicles of Englande</i>. 1570. 8vo.</h4>
+
+<p>"A rule to knowe how many dayes euery moneth in the yeare hath."</p>
+
+<p>Thirty dayes hath Nouember,<br />
+Aprill, June, and September,<br />
+February hath xxviii alone,<br />
+And all the rest have xxxi.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Return from Parnassus</i>. 4to. London. 1606.</h4>
+
+<p>Thirty days hath September,<br />
+April, June, and November,<br />
+February eight-and-twenty all alone,<br />
+And all the rest have thirty-one;<br />
+Unless that leap year doth combine,<br />
+And give to February twenty-nine.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Lines used by Joint Hall, in encourage the Rebels in Wat Tyler's Rebellion. Hume's History of England</i>, Vol. I. Chap. 17.</h4>
+
+<h4>Note i.</h4>
+
+<p>When Adam dolve, and Eve span,<br />
+Who was then the gentleman?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>From the Garland, a Collection of Poems</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>1721, by Mr. Br&mdash;st, author of a Copy of<br />
+Verses called "The British Beauties."
+Praise undeserved is Satire in disguise.<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page251" id="page251"></a>{251}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_A_KEMPIS" id="THOMAS_A_KEMPIS"></a>THOMAS A KEMPIS.</h2>
+<h3>1380-1471.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Imitation of Christ</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Book i. Chapter 19.</h4>
+
+<p>Man proposes, but God disposes.<a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a></p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Chapter 23.</h4>
+
+<p>And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iii. Chapter 12.</h4>
+
+<p>Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FRANCIS_RABELAIS" id="FRANCIS_RABELAIS"></a>FRANCIS RABELAIS.</h2>
+<h3>1483-1553.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Translated by Urquhart and Motteux</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Book i. Chapter 1. Note 2.</h4>
+
+<p>To return to our muttons.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Chapter 5.</h4>
+
+<p>To drink no more than a sponge.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.</p>
+
+<h4>Book i. Chapter 11.</h4>
+
+<p>He looked a gift horse in the mouth.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page252" id="page252"></a>{252}</span>By robbing Peter he paid Paul,...
+and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>He did make of necessity virtue.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Chapter 23.</h4>
+
+<p>I'll go his halves.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iv. Chapter 24.</h4>
+
+<p>The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be;<br />
+The Devil was well, the Devil a monk was he.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MIGUEL_DE_CERVANTES" id="MIGUEL_DE_CERVANTES"></a>MIGUEL DE CERVANTES.</h2>
+<h3>1547-1616.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Don Quixote</i>. <i>Translated by Jarvis</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. Book iv. Ch. 20.</h4>
+
+<p>Every one is the son of his own works.</p>
+
+<h4>Part i. Book iv. Ch. 23.</h4>
+
+<p>I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my
+will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is
+contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to
+be desired, there is an end of it.</p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Book i. Ch. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>Every one is as God made him, and often-times a great deal worse.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page253" id="page253"></a>{253}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Part ii. Book iv. Oh. 16.</h4>
+
+<p>Blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human
+thoughts.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="SIR_PHILIP_SIDNEY" id="SIR_PHILIP_SIDNEY"></a>SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.</h2>
+<h3>1554-1586.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Defense of Poesy</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old
+men from the chimney-corner.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglass, that I found not my
+heart moved more than with a trumpet.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Arcadia</i>. Book i.</h4>
+
+<p>There is no man suddenly either excellently good, or extremely evil.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_HOBBES" id="THOMAS_HOBBES"></a>THOMAS HOBBES.</h2>
+<h3>1588-1679.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Leviathan</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Part i. Chap. 4.</h4>
+
+<p>For words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them; but they
+are the money of fools.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' /><span class="pagenum"><a name="page254" id="page254"></a>{254}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FRANCIS_BACON" id="FRANCIS_BACON"></a>FRANCIS BACON.</h2>
+<h3>1561-1626.</h3>
+
+<h4>Essay viii. <i>Of Marriage and Single Life</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>He that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune, for
+they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.</p>
+
+<h4>Essay 1. <i>Of Studies</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be
+chewed and digested.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact
+man.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Histories make men wise, poets witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural
+philosophy, deep, moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_MILTON" id="JOHN_MILTON"></a>JOHN MILTON.</h2>
+<h3>1608-1674.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Tract on Education</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant,
+it were an injury and a sullennes against Nature not to go out and see
+her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page255" id="page255"></a>{255}</span></p>
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Reason of Church Government urged against Prelaty</i>.</h4>
+<h4><i>Introduction to Book 2</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A poet soaring in the high reason of his
+fancy, with his garland and singing robes, about him.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of
+delightful studies.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Areopagitica</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself
+like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks;
+methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her
+undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Apology for Smectymmius</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in
+laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_FULLER" id="THOMAS_FULLER"></a>THOMAS FULLER.</h2>
+<h3>1608-1661.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Holy State</i>. Book ii. Ch. 20. The Good Sea-captain.</h4>
+
+<p>But our captain counts the image of God, nevertheless his image cut in
+ebony, as if done in ivory.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page256" id="page256"></a>{256}</span></p>
+
+<h4>Book iii. Ch. 12. Of Natural Fools.</h4>
+
+<p>Their heads sometimes so little, that there is no more room for wit;
+sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room.</p>
+
+<h4>Book iii. Ch. 22. Of Marriage.</h4>
+
+<p>They that marry ancient people merely in expectation to bury them, hang
+themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter.</p>
+
+<h4>Andronicus. Ad. fin. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Often the cockloft is empty, in those which<br />
+Nature hath built many stories high.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ANDREW_FLETCHER_OF_SALTOUN" id="ANDREW_FLETCHER_OF_SALTOUN"></a>ANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN.</h2>
+<h3>1653-1716.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>From a Letter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, &amp;c</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I knew a very wise man that believed that, if a man were permitted to
+make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a
+nation.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="HENRY_ST_JOHN_VISCOUNT_BOLINGBROKE" id="HENRY_ST_JOHN_VISCOUNT_BOLINGBROKE"></a>HENRY ST. JOHN, VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE.</h2>
+<h3>1672-1751.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>On the Study and Use of History</i>. Letter 2.</h4>
+
+<p>I have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius Halicarnassus, I think,
+that History is Philosophy teaching by examples.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page257" id="page257"></a>{257}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BENJAMIN_FRANKLIN" id="BENJAMIN_FRANKLIN"></a>BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.</h2>
+<h3>1706-1790.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Poor Richard</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>God helps them that help themselves.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Dost thou love life, then do not squander
+time, for that is the stuff life is made of.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Early to bed, and early to rise,<br />
+Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Three removes are as bad as a fire.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Vessels large may venture more,<br />
+But little boats should keep near shore.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>You pay too much for your whistle.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>From a Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley, on the Loss of her American Squirrel</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Here Skugg<br />
+Lies snug,<br />
+As a bug<br />
+In a rug.</p>
+
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="page258" id="page258"></a>{258}</span>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LAURENCE_STERNE" id="LAURENCE_STERNE"></a>LAURENCE STERNE.</h2>
+<h3>1713-1768.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Tristam Shandy</i>.</h4>
+
+<h4>Vol. ii. Chapter xii.</h4>
+
+<p>Go, poor devil, get thee gone; why should
+hurt thee? This world surely is wide
+enough to hold both thee and me.</p>
+
+<h4>Vol. iii. Chapter ix.</h4>
+
+<p>Great wits jump.<a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a></p>
+
+<h4>Vol. iii. Chapter xi.</h4>
+
+<p>Our armies swore terribly in Flanders, cried
+my uncle Toby&mdash;but nothing to this.</p>
+
+<h4>Vol. vi. Chapter viii.</h4>
+
+<p>And the recording angel, as he wrote it
+down, dropped a tear upon the word and
+blotted it out for ever.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.</h4>
+
+<h4>Page 1.</h4>
+
+<p>"They order" said I, "this matter better in France."</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>In the Street</i>. <i>Calais</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>I pity the man who can travel from Dan to<br />
+Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page259" id="page259"></a>{259}</span></p>
+
+<h4><i>The Passport</i>. <i>The Hotel at Paris</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery,
+said I, still thou art a bitter draught.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Maria</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.<a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_PAINE" id="THOMAS_PAINE"></a>THOMAS PAINE.</h2>
+<h3>1737-1809.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Letter to the Addressers</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>And the final event to himself (Mr. Burke)
+has been that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell
+like the stick.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>The Crisis</i>. No. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>These are the times that try men's souls.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4><i>Age of Reason</i>. Part ii. ad fin. (note).</h4>
+
+<p>The sublime and the ridiculous are so often
+so nearly related that it is difficult to class
+them separately. One step above the sublime
+makes the ridiculous, and one step above the
+ridiculous makes the sublime again.<a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page260" id="page260"></a>{260}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="DON_JOSEPH_PALAFOX" id="DON_JOSEPH_PALAFOX"></a>DON JOSEPH PALAFOX.</h2>
+<h3>1780-1843.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>At the Siege of Saragossa</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>War to the knife.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THOMAS_B_MACAULAY" id="THOMAS_B_MACAULAY"></a>THOMAS B. MACAULAY.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>Edinburgh Review, Oct., 1840, on Ranke's History of the Popes</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>She (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigor,
+when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast
+solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the
+ruins of St. Paul's.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOHN_RANDOLPH" id="JOHN_RANDOLPH"></a>JOHN RANDOLPH.</h2>
+<h3>1773-1833.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Speeches</i>, 1828.</h4>
+
+<p>A wise and masterly inactivity.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WASHINGTON_IRVING" id="WASHINGTON_IRVING"></a>WASHINGTON IRVING.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>The Creole Village</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>The Almighty Dollar.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page261" id="page261"></a>{261}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FRANCIS_DUC_DE_ROCHEFOUCAULD" id="FRANCIS_DUC_DE_ROCHEFOUCAULD"></a>FRANCIS DUC DE ROCHEFOUCAULD.</h2>
+<h3>1613-1680.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Maxim ccxvii</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Hypocrisy is a sort of homage that vice
+pays to virtue.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="JOSEPH_FOUCHE" id="JOSEPH_FOUCHE"></a>JOSEPH FOUCHE.</h2>
+<h3>1763-1820.</h3>
+
+<p>It was worse than a crime, it was a blunder.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>MISCELLANEOUS.</h4>
+
+<h4>"<i>The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church</i>."</h4>
+
+<p>"Plures efficimur, quoties metimur a vobis; semen est sanguis<br />
+Christianorum." <i>Tertullian</i> <i>Apologet</i>., c. 50.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>"<i>Corporations have no souls</i>."</h4>
+
+<p>"They (Corporations) cannot commit trespass nor be outlawed nor
+excommunicate, for they have no souls."&mdash;<i>Lord Coke's Reports</i>
+Part x. p. 32.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>"<i>A Rowland for an Oliver</i>."</h4>
+
+<p>"These were two of the most famous in the list of Charlemagne's twelve
+peers; and their exploits are rendered so ridiculously and equally
+extravagant by the old romancers that<span class="pagenum"><a name="page262" id="page262"></a>{262}</span> from thence arose that saying
+among our plain and sensible ancestors of giving one a 'Rowland for his<br />
+Oliver,' to signify the matching one incredible lie with
+another."&mdash;<i>Warburton</i>.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>"It is unseasonable and unwholesome in all months that have not an R in
+their name to eat an oyster."&mdash;<i>Butler's Dyet's Dry Dinner</i>, 1599.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>"<i>Hobson's Choice</i>."</h4>
+
+<p>"Tobias Hobson was the first man in England that let out hackney
+horses.&mdash;When a man came for a horse he was led into the stable, where
+there was a great choice, but he obliged him to take the horse which
+stood next to the stable door; so that every customer was alike well
+served according to his chance, from whence it became a proverb when
+what ought to be your election was forced upon you, to say 'Hobson's<br />
+Choice.'"&mdash;<i>Spectator</i>, No. 509.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page263" id="page263"></a>{263}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ADDENDA" id="ADDENDA"></a>ADDENDA.</h2>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>SHAKESPEARE.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>Measure for Measure</i>. Act v. Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>My business in this state<br />
+Made me a looker on here in Vienna.</p>
+
+<h4><i>King Henry VI</i>. Part i. Act i, Sc. 1.</h4>
+
+<p>Hung be the heavens with black</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>MILTON.</h3>
+<h4>Sonnet xi. <i>To Cromwell</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Peace hath her victories<br />
+No less renowned than war.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h3>GEORGE HERBERT.</h3>
+
+<h4><i>The Elixir</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>A servant with this clause<br />
+Makes drudgery divine;<br />
+Who sweeps a room as for thy laws.<br />
+Makes that and the action fine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page264" id="page264"></a>{264}</span></p>
+
+<h4>SAMUEL BUTLER</h4>
+
+<h4><i>Hudibras</i>. P. ii. C. i. Line 843.</h4>
+
+<p>Love is a boy by poets styled;<br />
+Then spare the rod and spoil the child.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h4>JAMES THOMSON.</h4>
+
+<h4><i>Seasons</i>. <i>Winter</i>, Line 625.</h4>
+
+<p>The kiss snatched hasty from the sidelong maid.</p>
+
+<h4>WILLIAM WORDSWORTH</h4>
+
+<h4><i>Tintern Abbey</i>.</h4>
+
+<p>Knowing that Nature never did betray<br />
+The heart that loved her.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page265" id="page265"></a>{265}</span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="INDEX" id="INDEX"></a>INDEX</h2>
+
+<p>
+Abundance, every one that hath, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+Accidents by flood and field, <a href='#page90'>90.</a><br />
+Accoutred as I was, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+Aching void, <a href='#page188'>188.</a><br />
+Action, suit the, to the word, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+Actions of the just, <a href='#page106'>106.</a><br />
+--like almanacs, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+Acts, little nameless, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+Ada, sole daughter of my house, <a href='#page224'>224.</a><br />
+Adam, whipped the offending, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+--dolve and Eve span, <a href='#page250'>250.</a><br />
+--the son of, and of Eve, <a href='#page135'>135.</a><br />
+Adversary, that mine, had written a book, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+Adversity, sweet the uses of, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Adversity's sweet milk, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+Affection's mild, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+Age, my, is as a lusty winter, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--, be comfort to my, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--cannot wither her, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+--, he was not of an, <a href='#page101'>101.</a><br />
+--, for talking, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+--, shakes Athena's tower, <a href='#page224'>224.</a><br />
+--, mirror to a gaping, <a href='#page242'>242.</a><br />
+--, you'd scarce expect one of my, <a href='#page247'>247.</a><br />
+Ages, alike all, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+--, three poets in three distant, <a href='#page130'>130.</a><br />
+Agree, where they do, <a href='#page191'>191.</a><br />
+Air is full of farewells, <a href='#page244'>244.</a><br />
+Airy nothing a local habitation, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+--tongues, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+Aisle and fretted vault, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+Alabaster, like his grandsire cut in, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+All things, prove, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+--things to all men, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+--things that are, are chased, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+--that's bright must fade, <a href='#page222'>222.</a><br />
+Allegory, headstrong as an, <a href='#page191'>191.</a><br />
+Almanacs like actions of the last age, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+Almighty Dollar, <a href='#page260'>260.</a><br />
+Alms, when thou doest, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+Alone, not good that man should be, <a href='#page9'>9.</a><br />
+--, they are never, when with noble thoughts, <a href='#page253'>253.</a><br />
+Alpha and Omega, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+Alps on Alps arise, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+Altars, strike for your, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+Ambition, vaulting, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+--should be made of sterner stuff, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+--, to reign is worth, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+Angel, she drew down an, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+--, a guardian, she, <a href='#page235'>235.</a><br />
+Angel, recording, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+Angels unawares, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+--, make the, weep, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+--trumpet-tongued, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+--and ministers of grace, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+--face shined bright, <a href='#page97'>97.</a><br />
+--till our passion dies, <a href='#page107'>107.</a><br />
+--are painted fair to look like you, <a href='#page182'>182.</a><br />
+--, holy, guard thy bed, <a href='#page159'>159.</a><br />
+--wake thee, <a href='#page167'>167.</a><br />
+Angels' visits, short and
+bright, <a href='#page132'>132.</a><br />
+--short and far between, <a href='#page154'>154.</a><br />
+Angel-visits, few and far between, <a href='#page215'>215.</a><br />
+Anger of his lip, <a href='#page36'>36.</a><br />
+--more in sorrow than in, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+Angry, be ye, and sin not, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+Anguish, pain is lessened by another's, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+--, hopeless, poured his groan, <a href='#page167'>167.</a><br />
+Annals of the poor, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+Anointed, rail on the Lord's, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+Answer, a soft, turneth away wrath, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+Anthem, pealing, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+Antidote, sweet oblivious, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+Anything, for what is worth in, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Apostles fled, she when, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+Apostolic blows and knocks, <a href='#page122'>122.</a><br />
+Apothecary, civet, good, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+Apparel, proclaims the man, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Apparitions seen and gone, <a href='#page132'>132.</a><br />
+Appearance, judge not by, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+Appetite, good digestion wait on, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+Appetite, cloy the hungry ed are of, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+--, to breakfast with what, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+--grown by what it fed on, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+Applaud thse to the very echo, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+Apple of his eye, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Appliances and mtaus to boot, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+Apollo's lute, musical as, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+Apollos watered, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+Apprehension of the good, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+April, June, and November, <a href='#page250'>250.</a><br />
+Arch of London bridge, <a href='#page260'>260.</a><br />
+Argue, though vanquished, he could, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+Argues yourselves unknown, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+Argument, staple of his, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+Armor, his honest thought, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+Arms, take your last embrace, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+Arrows, Cupid kills with, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Art, adorning thee with so much, <a href='#page107'>107.</a><br />
+--grace beyond the reach of, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+--, ease in writing comes from, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+--, than all the gloss of, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+--is long, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+Artaxerxes' throne, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+Arts and eloquence, mother of, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+Asbourne. down thy hill, romantic, <a href='#page198'>198.</a><br />
+Ashes to ashes, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+--, e'en in our, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+Askelon, publish it not in the streets of, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Ask, and it shall be given you, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+Asleep, the houses seem, <a href='#page205'>205.</a><br />
+Ass, write me down an, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Assurance double sure, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+Athens, the eye of Greece, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+Atlantean shoulders, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+Attempt, and not the deed, confounds, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+Audience, and attention drew, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+Audience fit, though few, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Auld acquaintance, <a href='#page196'>196.</a><br />
+Authority, a little brief, <a href='#page37'>37.</a><br />
+Awake, arise, for ever fallen, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+Awe, in, of such a thing as I, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+Ax, laid to the root, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+
+Babe, bent o'er her, <a href='#page189'>189.</a><br />
+Babel, stir of the great, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+Bachelor, when I said I should die a, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Backing, a plague upon such, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+Bacon shined, think haw, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+Badge of our tribe, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+Balances, thou art weighed in the, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+Ballad to his mistress' eyebrow, <a href='#page46'>46,</a> <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Ballad-mongers, one of these same meter, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+Ballads sung from a cart, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+--of a people, write the, <a href='#page256'>256.</a><br />
+Balloon, huge, <a href='#page204'>204.</a><br />
+Bank, I know a, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Banner, star-spangled, <a href='#page247'>247.</a><br />
+Banners, hang out our, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+Banquet's o'er when the, <a href='#page150'>150.</a><br />
+Barren, 't is all, <a href='#page258'>258.</a><br />
+Battalions, not single, but in, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+Battle, mighty fallen in, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+--not to the strong, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--and the breeze, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+--, perilous edge of, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+--, freedom's, once began, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+Battles, fought his, o'er again, <a href='#page126'>126.</a><br />
+Battle's magnificently stern array, <a href='#page224'>224.</a><br />
+Battlements, bore stars, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+Be-all, this blow might to the, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+Bear, like the Turk, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Bears and lions grow!, <a href='#page159'>159.</a><br />
+Beaumont, lie a little nearer Spenser, <a href='#page246'>246.</a><br />
+Beauties of the North, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+--reveal while she hides, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+Beautiful, she's, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+--, as sweet, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+Beauty truly blent, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+--in his life, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+--smiling in her tears, <a href='#page215'>215.</a><br />
+--, fills the air around with, <a href='#page225'>225.</a><br />
+--, lines where, lingers, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+--, she walks in, <a href='#page232'>232.</a><br />
+--, a thing of, <a href='#page233'>233.</a><br />
+Beaux, where none are, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+Bedfellows, strange, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+Beer, chronicle small, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Bee. how doth the little busy, <a href='#page159'>159.</a><br />
+Bees, innumerable, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Beetle, that we tread on, <a href='#page37'>37.</a><br />
+Beggar, dumb, may challenge double pity, <a href='#page96'>96.</a><br />
+Beggary in the love, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+Bell, silence that dreadful, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+--, sullen, sounds as a, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+Bell, church-going, <a href='#page188'>188.</a><br />
+Belle, 't is vain to be a, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+Dells jangled, out of tune, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+Bent, fool me to the top of my, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+Bezoniun? under which king, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Bigness which you see, <a href='#page130'>130.</a><br />
+Bird of dawning, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+--that shunn'st the noise of folly, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+Birth is but a sleep, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+Black spirits and white, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+--to red began to turn, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Blackberries, if reasons were as plenty as, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+Bladder, blows a man up like a, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+Blessed, more, to give, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+Blessings brighten as they take their flight, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+--on him who invented sleep, <a href='#page253'>253.</a><br />
+Blest, man never is, but always to be, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+Blind, eyes to the, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+Blind, if the blind lead the, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+Bliss gained by every woe, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+--, virtue makes the, <a href='#page175'>175.</a><br />
+--, domestic hanpiuess, thou only, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+--, winged hours of, <a href='#page215'>215.</a><br />
+Blood, whoso sheddeth man's, <a href='#page9'>9.</a><br />
+--, hot and rebellious liquors in my, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--, her pure and eloquent, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+--, felt in the, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+--of the martyrs, <a href='#page261'>261.</a><br />
+Blot, which dying he could wish to, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+Blow, might be the be-all, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+Blow, every hand that dealt the, <a href='#page215'>215.</a><br />
+--, themselves must strike the, <a href='#page224'>224.</a><br />
+Blunder, frae mony a, <a href='#page195'>195.</a><br />
+--, worse than a crime, <a href='#page261'>261.</a><br />
+Boast, the patriot's, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+Boatman, take thrice thy fee, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+Boats, little, should keep near shore, <a href='#page257'>257.</a><br />
+Body, absent in, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+--form doth fake, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+--, would almost say her, thought, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+Bond, nominated in the, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+--, 't is not in the, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+Bondman, who would he a, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+Bondsmen, hereditary, <a href='#page224'>224.</a><br />
+Bone and skin, two millers thin, <a href='#page154'>154.</a><br />
+Bones, full of dead men's, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+Bononcini, compared to, <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+Booby, who'd give her for another, <a href='#page151'>151.</a><br />
+Book, that mine adversary has written a, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+--, your face is as a, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+--'s a book, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Books, making of, no end, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+--in the running brooks, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--, wiser grow without his, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+--cannot always please, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+--, quit your, <a href='#page206'>206.</a><br />
+--which are no, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+--some to be tasted, <a href='#page254'>254.</a><br />
+Bores and bored, <a href='#page232'>232.</a><br />
+Born lowly, better to be, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+Borrower nor lender be, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Bosom, cleanse the stuffed, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--'s lord sits lightly, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+Bosom of his Father and his God, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+Boston, solid men of, <a href='#page190'>190.</a><br />
+Botanize upon his mother's grave, <a href='#page206'>206.</a><br />
+Bounds of modesty, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+Bounty, large was his, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+Bourbon or Nassau, <a href='#page135'>135.</a><br />
+Bourne, no traveler returns, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+Bow, two strings to his, <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+Bowl, mingles with my friendly, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+Boxes, a beggarly account of, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+Boy, once more who would not be a, <a href='#page224'>224.</a><br />
+Braggart, with, my tongue, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+Brain, raze out the written troubles of the, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--, very coinage of your, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+Brains, steal away their, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Brass, evil manners live in, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+Brave, how sleep the, <a href='#page174'>174.</a><br />
+--, on, ye, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+--, home of the, <a href='#page247'>247.</a><br />
+Breach, more honored in the, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Bread upon the waters, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+Breakfast with what appetite, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+Breast, light within his own clear, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+--, eternal in the human, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+Breastplate, what stronger, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+Breath can make them, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+--, weary of, <a href='#page234'>234.</a><br />
+Breathes there the man with soul so dead, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+Brevity is the soul of wit, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+Bridge of Sighs, <a href='#page225'>225.</a><br />
+Briers, this working-day world is full of, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, <a href='#page222'>222.</a><br />
+Britannia rules the waves, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+--needs no bulwarks, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+Britons never will be slaves, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+Brook, noise like a hidden, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+Brooks, hooks in the funning, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Brotherhood, monastic, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+Brow, when pain and anguish wring the, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Braised reed, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+Brutus is an honorable man, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+Bubbles, the earth hath, <a href='#page50'>50.</a><br />
+Bucket, as a drop of a, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+--, the old oaken, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+Bucks had dined, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+Bug, snug as a, <a href='#page257'>257.</a><br />
+Build, he lives to, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+Burden, the grasshopper a, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--, bear his own, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+Burning, one fire burns out another's, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+Bush, good wine needs no, <a href='#page48'>48.</a><br />
+--, the thief doth tear each, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+Butterfly upon a wheel, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+
+Cabined, cribbed, confined, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+Ccesar, not that I loved, less, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--hath went, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+--, tongue in every wound of, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+--dead and turned to clay, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Cain the first city made, <a href='#page107'>107.</a><br />
+Cage, nor iron bars a, <a href='#page106'>106.</a><br />
+Cake is dough, <a href='#page48'>48.</a><br />
+Cakes and ale, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+Caledonia, stern and wild, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+Calf's-skin on those recreant limbs, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+Calumny, thon shalt not escape, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+Camel, swallow a, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+--through the eye of a needle, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+Can such things be, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+Candle throws his beams, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+--out, brief, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--, fit to hold a, <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+--hold, to the sun, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+Canon against self-slaughter, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+Canopied by the blue sky, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+Carcass is, there will the eagles be, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+Card, we must speak by the, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Care adds a nail to our coffin, <a href='#page189'>189.</a><br />
+--, knits up the ravelled sleave of, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+--is an enemy to life, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+Cares, fret thy soul with, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+--beguiled by sports, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+--dividing, <a href='#page235'>235.</a><br />
+Cart, now traversed the, <a href='#page134'>134.</a><br />
+Casca, the envious, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+Cassius, darest thou leap, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+Cast, set my life upon a, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+Cat in the adage, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+--will mew, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+--, endow a college or a, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+Cataract, the sounding, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+Cataracts, silent, <a href='#page211'>211.</a><br />
+Cathay, cycle of, <a href='#page237'>237.</a><br />
+Cato, big with the fate of, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+Caucasus, thinking on the frosty, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+Cause, hear me for my, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+Caution, cold pausing, <a href='#page195'>195.</a><br />
+Cave, they enter the darksome, <a href='#page97'>97.</a><br />
+Caviare to the general, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Celestial, rosy-red, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Chaff, hid in two bushels of, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+Chalice, the ingredients of our poisoned, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+Chamber where the good man meets his fate, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+Chance that oft decides the fate of monarchs, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+--to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, <a href='#page247'>247.</a><br />
+Chances, most disastrous, <a href='#page90'>90.</a><br />
+Chaos is come again, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Charge, Chester, charge, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Chapel, the devil builds a, <a href='#page134'>134.</a><br />
+Charities that soothe, <a href='#page209'>209.</a><br />
+Charity shall cover the multitude of sins, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+Charm, no need of a remoter, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+Charmer, t' other dear, away, <a href='#page150'>150.</a><br />
+Charmers sinner it, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+Charybdis, your mother, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+Chasteneth, whom the Lord loveth, he, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+Chatham's language, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+Chatterton, marvelous boy, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+Chaucer, nigh to learned, <a href='#page246'>246.</a><br />
+Cheated, pleasure of being, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Cheek, feed on her damask, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+--, that I might touch, that, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--upon her hand, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--, he that loves a rosy, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+Cheek, iron tears down Pluto's, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+--, the roses from your, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+Cheer, be of good, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+Cheese, moon made of green, <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+Cherry, like to a double, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Chickens, all my pretty, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+--, count your, ere they are hatched, <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+Child, train up a, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+--, I spake as a, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+--, a wise father that knows his own, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+--, to have a thankless, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+--, a simple, that lightly draws its breath, <a href='#page199'>199.</a><br />
+--is father of the man, <a href='#page199'>199.</a><br />
+--, a curious, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+--, a three years, <a href='#page209'>209.</a><br />
+--, spoil the, <a href='#page264'>264.</a><br />
+Childhood, days of my, <a href='#page213'>213.</a><br />
+Childhood's hour, <a href='#page221'>221.</a><br />
+Childishness, second, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Children of this world, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+--of light, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+--gathering pebbles, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+--of larger growth, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+Children's sports satisfy the child, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+Chin, some bee had stung, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+China fall, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+Chinks that time has made, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+Christ, for me to live is, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+Church, built God a, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+Church-going bell, <a href='#page188'>188.</a><br />
+Church, who builds to God a, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+Churchdoor, not so wide as a, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+Churchyards yawn, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+Cities, far from gay, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+City sec upon a hill, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+Civet, good apothecary, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+Clapper-clawing, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Classic ground, <a href='#page138'>138.</a><br />
+Clay, o'er informed the tenement of, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+--, blind his soul with, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Cloud out of the sea, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+--capped towers, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+--, overcome us like a summer's, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+--, sable, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+--but serves to brighten, <a href='#page170'>170.</a><br />
+Cloy the edge of appetite, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+Coach, go call a, <a href='#page158'>158.</a><br />
+Coals of fire on his head, <a href='#page16'>16,</a> <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+Coat, he used to wear a long black, <a href='#page247'>247.</a><br />
+Coats, if there's a hole in a' your, <a href='#page194'>194.</a><br />
+Coil shuffled off this mortal, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+College, die and endow a, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+Cologne, wash your city of, <a href='#page212'>212.</a><br />
+Colossus, bestride the world like a, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+Column, throws up a steamy, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+Combat deepens, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+Combination and a form indeed, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+Come live with me, <a href='#page95'>95.</a><br />
+Come what come may, <a href='#page50'>50.</a><br />
+Comforters, miserable, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+Coming events, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+Commentators, each dark passage shun, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+--, plain, <a href='#page192'>192.</a><br />
+Communion sweet, quaff, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Companions, I have had, <a href='#page213'>213.</a><br />
+Comparisons are odorous, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+--are odious, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+Compass, a narrow, <a href='#page109'>109.</a><br />
+Compulsion, give you a reason on, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+Concealment, like a worm in the bud, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+Conceals, the maid who modestly, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+Conceits, be not wise in your own, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+Conclusion, most lame and impotent, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+--, denoted a foregone, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+Concord of sweet sounds, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+Confirmations strong, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+Conflict, dire was the noise of, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Conclusion, worse confounded, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+Congregate, merchants most do, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+Conjectures. I am weary of, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+Conquer love, they, that run away, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+Conquerors, a lean fellow beats all, <a href='#page106'>106.</a><br />
+Conscience with injustice is corrupted, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+--maltes cowards of us all, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+--of her worth, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Consideration, like an angel, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Constable, outrun the, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Consummation devoutly to be wished, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Contemplation he, and valor, formed, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+Content, humble livers in, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+--, farewell, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+Contentment, the noblest mind, has, <a href='#page97'>97.</a><br />
+Contradiction, woman's a, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+Cord be loosed, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+Corn, reap an acre of, <a href='#page199'>199.</a><br />
+Corporations, no souls, <a href='#page261'>261.</a><br />
+Corsair's name, he left a, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+Cottage, the soul's dark, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+Cottage, stood beside a, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Counsels, perplex and dash maturest, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+Counselors, safety in the multitude of, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+Country, undiscovered, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+--, God made the, <a href='#page184'>184.</a><br />
+Courage, screw your, to the sticking place, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+--mounteth with occasion, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+Course, I have finished my, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+--of true love never did run smooth, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Course of empire, <a href='#page154'>154.</a><br />
+Courtesy, I am the very pink of, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+Counterfeit presentment, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+Coward, thou slave, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+--upon instinct, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+Cowards die many times, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--, what can ennoble, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+Crabtree, and old iron rang, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Creator, remember thy, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+Creature not too bright, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+Credulity, ye who listen with, <a href='#page167'>167.</a><br />
+Crime, within thee, undivulged, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+--, it was worse than a, <a href='#page261'>261.</a><br />
+Critics, not trust in, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Critical, nothing if not, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Criticising elves, <a href='#page184'>184.</a><br />
+Cross, sparkling, she wore, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+--, last at his, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+Crotchets in thy head now, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+Crown of glory, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+Crown, uneasy lies the head that wears a, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Cruel as death, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+Crumbs, dogs eat of the, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+Crutch, shouldered his, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Cry is still they come, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--and no wool, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Cunning, let my right hand forget her, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+Cupid kills with arrows, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+--is painted blind, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Cups, freshly remembered in their flowing, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+--that cheer but not inebriate, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+Current of a woman's will, <a href='#page160'>160.</a><br />
+Curses, rigged with, dark, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+--, not loud, but deep, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+Custom stale her infinite variety, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+Cut, the most unkindest, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+Cycle and epicycle, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Cynosure of neighboring eyes, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+Cypress and myrtle, <a href='#page228'>228.</a><br />
+Cytherea's breath, <a href='#page49'>49.</a><br />
+
+Daffodils that come before the swallow, <a href='#page49'>49.</a><br />
+Dagger I see before me, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+Daggers-drawing, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Dale, haunts in, <a href='#page212'>212.</a><br />
+Dame, our sulky sullen, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Dames, of ancient days, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+Damn with faint praise, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Damnation, the deep, of his taking off, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+Damned to everlasting fame, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+Dan to Beersheba, <a href='#page258'>258.</a><br />
+Dance, when you do, <a href='#page49'>49.</a><br />
+--attendance, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+Daniel come to judgment, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+Dare, what man dare, I, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+Dark, illumine what is, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+Darkly, through a glass, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+Darkness visible, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+Dart, like the poisoning of a, <a href='#page107'>107.</a><br />
+Daughter, still harping on my, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+David, Nathan said to, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+Dawn, exhalations of the, <a href='#page213'>213.</a><br />
+Day, what a, may bring forth, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+--, sufficient unto the, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+--, jocund, stands tiptoe, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+--, as it tell upon a, <a href='#page96'>96.</a><br />
+--, brought back my night, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+--. the great, important, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+--, her suffering ended with the, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Days, one of those heavenly, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+--, race of other, <a href='#page242'>242.</a><br />
+--, the melancholy, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+Dead and turned to clay, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+--past bury its, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+Death, they were not divided in, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+--in the pot, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+Death in the midst of life, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+--, where is thy sting, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--, be thou faithful unto, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+--most in apprehension, <a href='#page37'>37.</a><br />
+--, the way to dusty, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--, the valiant lasts but once, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--grinned horrible, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+--, soul under the ribs of, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+--loves a shining mark, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+--nature never made, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+--, cruel as, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+Death, a simple child know of, <a href='#page199'>199.</a><br />
+--, cowards sneak to, <a href='#page209'>209.</a><br />
+--to us, play to you, <a href='#page249'>249.</a><br />
+Death's pale flag, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+Debt, a double, to pay, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+Decay, seen my fondest hopes, <a href='#page221'>221.</a><br />
+Decay's effacing fingers, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+December, seek roses in, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Decencies, those thousand, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+--daily flow from, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Decency, want of, want of sense, <a href='#page131'>131.</a><br />
+--, emblems right meet of, <a href='#page170'>170.</a><br />
+Deed, so shines a good, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+--without a name, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+Deeds, ill done, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+--, we live in, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Deep, vasty, spirits from the, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+--yet clear, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+--, in the lowest, a lower, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+Deer, let the struckca, go weep, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+Defence, immodest words admit of no, <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+Defer, 'tis madness to, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+Degrees, fine by, <a href='#page134'>134.</a><br />
+Deliberation sat and public care, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+Delight to pass away the time, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+--in this fool's paradise, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Delightful task, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+Democraty, wielded at will that fierce, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+Den, beard the lion in his, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+Denied, lie comes too near who comes to be, <a href='#page151'>151.</a><br />
+Denmark, something rotten in, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+Depart, loth to, <a href='#page134'>134.</a><br />
+Derby dilly, <a href='#page198'>198.</a><br />
+Descent, claims of long, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Description, beggared all, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+Desire, kindled soft, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+--bloom of young, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+Despair, love can hope where reason would, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+--, shall I wasting in, <a href='#page102'>102.</a><br />
+--, depth of some divine, <a href='#page237'>237.</a><br />
+Despond, slough of, <a href='#page130'>130.</a><br />
+Destruction, pride goeth before, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+Devil can cite Scripture, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+--, give the, his due, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+--. tell the truth and shame the, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+--, resist the, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+--take the hin'most, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+--was sick, <a href='#page252'>252.</a><br />
+--a monk was he, <a href='#page252'>252.</a><br />
+--, go, poor, <a href='#page258'>258.</a><br />
+Dew, thaw and resolve itself into a, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+Dewdrop from the lion's mane, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+Dial to the sun, <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+Dial, figures on a, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Die, ay, but to, <a href='#page37'>37.</a><br />
+--, stand the hazard of the, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+--because a woman's fair, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+--, taught us how to, <a href='#page150'>150.</a><br />
+--let us do or, <a href='#page194'>194.</a><br />
+--, heavenly days that cannot, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+--, who tell us love can, <a href='#page213'>213.</a><br />
+--, broke the, in moulding Sheridan, <a href='#page232'>232.</a><br />
+Digestion wait on appetite, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+Dignity and love, in every gesture, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Dine, wretches hang that jurymen may, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Dined, the bucks had, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+Dinner of herbs, better is, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+Dire was the noise of conflict, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Discontent, the winter of our, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+--, waste long nights in pensive, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+Discretion the better part of valor, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+Disguise thyself as thou wilt, <a href='#page259'>259.</a><br />
+Distance lends enchantment, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+Distressed, griefs that harass the, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+Dividends, incarnation of fat, <a href='#page242'>242.</a><br />
+Divine, to forgive, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+Divinity in odd numbers, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+Divinity doth hedge a king, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+--that shapes our ends, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+--that stirs within us, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+Doctor, dismissing the, <a href='#page197'>197.</a><br />
+Doctors disagree, who shall decide when, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+Doctrine, orthodox, <a href='#page122'>122.</a><br />
+Dog, living, better than dead lion, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--, let no, bark, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+--, not one to throw at a, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+--, and bay the moon, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+--will have his day, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+--it was that died, <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+--, something better than his, <a href='#page236'>236.</a><br />
+Dogs eat of the crumbs, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+--throw physic to the, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--, the little, and all, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+Dogs delight to bark and bite, <a href='#page159'>159.</a><br />
+Done quickly, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+Doom, stretch out to the crack of, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+--, regardless of their, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+Door, sweetest thing beside, <a href='#page199'>199.</a><br />
+Dorian mood of flutes, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+Dove, that I had wings like a, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+Doves, harmless as, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+Dread of something after death, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+Dream, consecration and the poets, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+--, a change came o'er the spirit of my, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+--, life is but an empty, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+Dreams, we are such stuff as, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+--, so full of fearful, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+Drink, if he thirst, give him, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+--to me only, <a href='#page100'>100.</a><br />
+--deep, or taste not, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+--, pretty creature, <a href='#page199'>199.</a><br />
+Driveller and a show, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+Druid lies in yonder grave, <a href='#page175'>175.</a><br />
+Drum, not a, was heard, <a href='#page232'>232.</a><br />
+Drunken man, stagger like a, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+Dues, render unto all their, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+Dumb on their own merits, <a href='#page198'>198.</a><br />
+Duncan hath borne his faculties, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+--is in his grave, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+--, thou art, <a href='#page9'>9.</a><br />
+--shalt thou return unto, <a href='#page9'>9.</a><br />
+--, his enemies shall lick the <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+Duncan's return to the earth, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+Dust to dust, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+--, smell sweet and blossom in the, <a href='#page106'>106.</a><br />
+--, hearts dry as summer's, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+--, the knight's bones are, <a href='#page212'>212.</a><br />
+Duty, perceive here a divided, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Duties, primal, shine aloft, <a href='#page209'>209.</a><br />
+Dying man to dying men, <a href='#page249'>249.</a><br />
+
+Eagle mewing her mighty youth, <a href='#page255'>255.</a><br />
+Eagles gather where the carcass is, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+Eagle's fate and thine are one, <a href='#page109'>109.</a><br />
+Ear, word of promise to the, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+--, give very man thy, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+--, more is meant than meets the, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+--, wrong sow by the; <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+Earliest at his grave, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+Early to lied, <a href='#page257'>257.</a><br />
+Ears, let him hear that hath, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+--, in my ancient, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+Earth to earth, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+--, put a girdle round the, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+--, thou sure and firm-set, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+--, more things in heaven and, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+--, so much of, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+--, the common growth of mother, <a href='#page204'>204.</a><br />
+--, but one beloved face on, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+--, truth crushed to, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+Earthy, of the earth, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Ease in mine inn, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+--and alternate labor, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+Eat, drink, and be merry, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+Eaten me out of house and home, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+Echo, applaud thee to the very, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+Eclipse, built in the, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+Education forms the mind, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+Either, happy could I be with, <a href='#page150'>150.</a><br />
+Elegant sufficiency, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+Elephants, place for want of towns, <a href='#page139'>139.</a><br />
+Elements so mixed in him, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+Elms, immemorial, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Eloquent, old man, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+Elysium, lap in it, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+Employments, how various his, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+Enchantment, distance lends, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+Endure, when pity, then, embrace, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+Endured, not to be, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Enemies, his, shall lick the dust, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--, naked to mine, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+Enemy, feed thine, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+Engineer, hoist with his own petard, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+England, with all thy faults, I love thee still, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+Enterprises, impediments to great, <a href='#page254'>254.</a><br />
+Envy withers at another's joy, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+Epitaph, believe a woman or an, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Epitorue, all mankind's, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Err, to, is human, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+Error writhes with pain, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+Errors like straws upon the surface, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Eruption, bodes some strange, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+Estate, fallen from his high, <a href='#page126'>126.</a><br />
+Eternal sunshine, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Eternity to man, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+Ethiopian, can the, change his skin, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+Eve, from noon to dewy, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+Evening, welcome peaceful, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+--, now came still, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+Events, coming, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+--, spirits of great, <a href='#page213'>213.</a><br />
+Ever charming, ever new, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+Everything by starts, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Evidence of things not seen, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Evil, sufficient unto the day is the, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+--, be not overcome of, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+--communications corrupt good manners, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+--report and good report, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--, money is the root of all, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+--that men do lives after them, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--be thou my good, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+--, still educing good, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+Evils, chose the least of two, <a href='#page135'>135.</a><br />
+Excel, 't is useless to, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+Excess, wasteful and ridiculous, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+Expectation, better bettered, <a href='#page38'>38.</a><br />
+Experience to make me sad, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Extremes in nature, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+Eye for eye, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Eye, let every, negotiate for itself, <a href='#page38'>38.</a><br />
+--in a fine frenzy rolling, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+--, looking on it with lack-luster, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--, white wench's black, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+--, more peril in thine, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--sublime declared absolute rule, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+--, heaven in her, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Eyebrow, ballad made to his mistress', <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Eyes to the blind, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+--, no speculation in those, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+--, look your last, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+--, drink to me only with thine, <a href='#page100'>100.</a><br />
+--, rapt soul sitting in thine, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+--, not a friend to close his, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+--, history in a nation's, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+--the glowworm lend thee, <a href='#page105'>105.</a><br />
+--, a man with large gray, <a href='#page200'>200.</a><br />
+--, soul within her, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+
+Face, the mind's construction in the, <a href='#page50'>50.</a><br />
+--, visit her too roughly, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+--, human, divine, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+--, no tenth transmitter of a foolish, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+--, can't I another's, commend, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+--, music breathing from her, <a href='#page228'>228.</a><br />
+--in many a solitary place, <a href='#page204'>204.</a><br />
+--, finer form or lovelier, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Faces, the old familiar, <a href='#page213'>213.</a><br />
+Facts, indebted to his imagination for his, <a href='#page192'>192.</a><br />
+Faculties, so meek, bath borne his, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+Faculty divine, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+Fade, all that's bright must, <a href='#page222'>222.</a><br />
+Failings leaned to virtue's side, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Fair, is she not passing, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+--is foul, <a href='#page50'>50.</a><br />
+--, none but the brave deserve the, <a href='#page126'>126.</a><br />
+Faith, we walk by, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--, remember your work or, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--, I have kept the, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+--is the substance of, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+--, no tricks in plain and simple, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+--, his, perhaps might be wrong, <a href='#page107'>107.</a><br />
+--, for modes of, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+--and morals, Milton held, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+--, amaranthine flower of, <a href='#page205'>205.</a><br />
+--, belief had ripened into, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+Falcon, towering in her pride, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+Fall, O what a, was there, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+Failing-off was there, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+Fame is the spur, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+--, damned to everlasting, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+--, hard to climb the steep of, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+--, the martrydom of, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Fame's proud temple, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+Famous by my pen, <a href='#page126'>126.</a><br />
+--, awoke and found myself, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+Fancies, troubled with thick-coming, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+Fancy, chewing the food of 'sweet and bitter, <a href='#page48'>48.</a><br />
+Fancy's rays the hills adorning, <a href='#page195'>195.</a><br />
+Fashion passeth away, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+--, glass of, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+Fast and furious, <a href='#page194'>194.</a><br />
+Fat, let me have men that are, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+Fate, take a bond of, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+--, roll darkling down the torrent of, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+Father, no more like my, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+Faults, be blind to her, a little blind, <a href='#page134'>134.</a><br />
+--, with all the, I love thee still, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+Favorite, to be a prodigal's <a href='#page206'>206.</a><br />
+Fawning, thrift may follow, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+Fear, perfect love casteth out, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+--, with hope, farewell, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+Fearfully and wonderfully made, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+Fears, saucy doubts and, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+--, our hopes belied our, <a href='#page234'>234.</a><br />
+Feast, bare imagination of a, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+--of nectared sweets, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+--of reason, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+Feather, of his own, espied a, <a href='#page109'>109.</a><br />
+--, a wit 's a, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--, to waft a, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+Feature, cheated of, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+Feel, would make us, must feel themselves, <a href='#page184'>184.</a><br />
+Feelings, great, came to them, <a href='#page236'>236.</a><br />
+Feels, meanest thing that, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+Feet beneath her petticoat; <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+--like snails did creep, <a href='#page104'>104.</a><br />
+Feet, standing with, reluctant, <a href='#page244'>244.</a><br />
+Felicity, we make or find our own, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+Fell, I do not likethee, Doctor, <a href='#page133'>133.</a><br />
+Fellow that had losses, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+--of infinite jest, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Fellow-feeling makes us kind, <a href='#page170'>170.</a><br />
+Female errors fall, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Fever, after life's fitful, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+Few are chosen, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+Field be lost, what though the, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+Fields, 'a babbled of green, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Fiery soul working out its way, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Fife, ear-piercing, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+Fight, I have fought a good, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Fights and runs away, he that, <a href='#page249'>249.</a><br />
+Fine, by degrees, <a href='#page134'>134.</a><br />
+--by defect, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+Finger, slow unruoving, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+Fire, whilel was musing, the, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--, great a matter kindled by a little, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+--, one, burns out another's, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+--, pale his uneffectual, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+--, three removes as bad as a, <a href='#page257'>257.</a><br />
+Fires, their wonted, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+Firmament, the spacious, <a href='#page138'>138.</a><br />
+Fit audience find, though few, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Fit'-, 'twas said by, <a href='#page174'>174.</a><br />
+Flame, adding fuel to the, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+Flanders, our armies swore terribly in, <a href='#page258'>258.</a><br />
+Flesh, all, is grass, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+--is weak, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+--, O that this too, too solid, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+--is heir to, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+--and blood can't bear it, <a href='#page154'>154.</a><br />
+Flint, wear out the everlasting, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+Flood, taken at the, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+Flow of soul, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+Flower, full many a, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+Floweret of the vale, <a href='#page174'>174.</a><br />
+Flowre, or herbe, no daintie, <a href='#page97'>97.</a><br />
+Fly, to drown a, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+Foe, unrelenting, to love, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+Foemen worthy of their steel, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+Foes, thrice he routed all his, <a href='#page126'>126.</a><br />
+Folly as it flies, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+--grow romantic, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+--, when woman stoops to, <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+Food, minds not ever craving for, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+--, pined and wanted, <a href='#page199'>199.</a><br />
+--, nature's daily, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+Fool to make me merry, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+--, at thirty man suspects
+himself a, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+--must now and then be right, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+Fools, yesterdays have lighted, <a href='#page97'>97.</a><br />
+--, suckle, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+--rush in where angels fear to tread, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+--they are who roam, <a href='#page176'>176.</a><br />
+--who came to scoff, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+--, paradise of, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Fools, in idle wishes, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Foot, O, so light a, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+Forefathers of the hamlet sleep, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+Forever fortune wilt thou prove, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+Forget! illness, steep my senses in, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+Forgive, to, is divine, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+Form, mould of, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+Fortune, railed on lady, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--, leads on to, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+Fortune's power, I am not now in, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Forty pounds a year, rich with, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Foxes have holes, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+Fragments, gather up the, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+Frailty, thy name is woman, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+France, they order this better in, <a href='#page258'>258.</a><br />
+Free, who would be, <a href='#page224'>224.</a><br />
+Freedom from her mountain height, <a href='#page233'>233.</a><br />
+--shrieked when Kosciusko tell, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+Freedom's battle once begun, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+Freeman, whom the truth makes free, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+Free-will, foreknowledge absolute, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+Friend, a handsome house to lodge a, <a href='#page139'>139.</a><br />
+--, knolling a departing, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+Friends, call you that backing of your, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+--thou hast and their adoption tried, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Friendship constant, save in love affairs, <a href='#page38'>38.</a><br />
+Front, his fair large, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+Frosty but kindly, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Fruit, known by his, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+--, the ripest first falls, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+Fuel to the flame, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+Full, without o'erflowing, <a href='#page107'>107.</a><br />
+Funeral baked meats, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+Furious, fun grew fast and, <a href='#page194'>194.</a><br />
+Furnace, sighing like, <a href='#page46'>46.</a><br />
+Fury, full of boucd and, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--with the abhorred shears, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+--, filled with, <a href='#page174'>174.</a><br />
+
+Gain, to die is, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+Gale, simplest note that swells the, <a href='#page174'>174.</a><br />
+Gall enough in thy ink, <a href='#page36'>36.</a><br />
+Galligaskins, have long withstood, <a href='#page152'>152.</a><br />
+Garland and singing robegs, <a href='#page255'>255.</a><br />
+Gath, tell it not in, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Gather ye rosebuds, <a href='#page105'>105.</a><br />
+Gay, and innocent as, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+Genius, when all of which can perish, dies, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Gentle yet not dull, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+Geographers, in Afric maps, <a href='#page139'>139.</a><br />
+Gentleman and scholar, <a href='#page195'>195.</a><br />
+--, where was then the, <a href='#page250'>250.</a><br />
+Gentlemen who write with ease, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+Ghost, there needs no, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+--, like an ill-used, <a href='#page154'>154.</a><br />
+Giant dies, <a href='#page80'>80,</a> <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+Giant's strength, excellent to have a, <a href='#page37'>37.</a><br />
+Gibes, where be your, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Giftie gie us, O wad some power the, <a href='#page195'>195.</a><br />
+Gilead, is there no balm in, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+Girdle round about the earth, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Glare, maidens are caught by, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+Glass darkly, through a, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+--, he was indeed the, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Glory, the paths of, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+--, trailing clouds of, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+--, who track the steps of, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+--, rush to, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+Glory's morning gate, <a href='#page240'>240.</a><br />
+Glove, O that I were a, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+Glowworm, her eyes the, lend thee, <a href='#page105'>105.</a><br />
+Glowworms uneffectual fire, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+Gnat, strain at a, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+Go and do thou, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+Go, Soul, the body's guest, <a href='#page96'>96.</a><br />
+Go his halves, <a href='#page252'>252.</a><br />
+God and mammon, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+--hath joined together, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+--, had I but served my, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+--the first garden made, <a href='#page107'>107.</a><br />
+--, just are the ways of, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+--, the noblest work of, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--save the kiny, <a href='#page158'>158.</a><br />
+--the Father, God the Son, <a href='#page159'>159.</a><br />
+--made the country, <a href='#page184'>184.</a><br />
+--helps them that helps themselves, <a href='#page257'>257.</a><br />
+--tempers the wind, <a href='#page259'>259.</a><br />
+Going, stand not upon the order of your, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+Gold, all that glisters is not, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+--, gild refined, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+Good for us to be here, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+--, all things work together for, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+Good, hold fast that which is, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+--men and true, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+--in everything, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--, men do, is oft interred with their bones, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--the more communicated, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+--the gods provide thee, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+--by stealth, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+--, luxury of doing, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+--, some fleeting, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+--die first, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+Good-night, to all, to each, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Goose-pen, though thou write with a, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+Grace, the melody of every, <a href='#page105'>105.</a><br />
+--was in all her steps, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+--beyond the reach of art, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+--, the power of, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+--, purity of, <a href='#page228'>228.</a><br />
+Grandsire frisked, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+Grapes, have eaten sour, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+Grasshopper shall be a burden, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+Gratulations flow in streams unbounded, <a href='#page158'>158.</a><br />
+Grave, with sorrow to the, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+--, where is thy victory, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--to gay, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--, hungry as the, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+--, glory leads but to the, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+--, Lucy is in her, <a href='#page200'>200.</a><br />
+--, glory or the, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+Graves, find ourselves dishonorable, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+--stood tenantiess, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+Great, none think the, unhappy, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+Greatness, some achieve, etc., <a href='#page36'>36.</a><br />
+--, a long farewell to all my, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+Greece, and fulmined over, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+Grecian chisel trace, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Greek, it was, to me, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+--as naturally as pigs squeak, <a href='#page133'>133.</a><br />
+Greeks, when Greeks joined, <a href='#page133'>133.</a><br />
+Grew together, like a double cherry, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Gray hairs with sorrow to the grave, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Grief, patience smiling at, <a href='#page36'>36.</a><br />
+--, every one can master a, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+--, a plague of sighing and, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+--, perked up in a glistering, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+--, of my distracting, <a href='#page176'>176.</a><br />
+Griefs, some, are med'cinable, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+--that harass the distressed, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+Groan, hopeless anguish, poured his, <a href='#page167'>167.</a><br />
+Groans, mine old, ring yet, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+Groves were God's first temples, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+Ground, on classic, <a href='#page138'>138.</a><br />
+Grundy, what will Mrs., say, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Gudgeons, ere they're catched, <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+Guest, the going, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+--, speed the parting, <a href='#page149'>149.</a><br />
+Guides, blind, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+
+Habit, costly thy, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Habitation, a local, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+Hail, holy light, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+--, wedded love, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+Hair to stand on end, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+--, distinguish and divide a, <a href='#page122'>122.</a><br />
+Hal, no more of that, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+Halter, now fitted the, <a href='#page134'>134.</a><br />
+--draw, no man e'er felt the, <a href='#page191'>191.</a><br />
+Hand, against every man, <a href='#page9'>9.</a><br />
+--, cloud like a man's, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+--findeth to do, do it, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--, thy left, know, etc., <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+--, with an unlineal, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+--open as day, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+--, leans her cheek upon her, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--which beckons me, <a href='#page150'>150.</a><br />
+--in hand through life, <a href='#page176'>176.</a><br />
+Handel's but a ninny, <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+Handle not, taste not, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+Hands, folding of, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+Handsaw, know a hawk from a, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Happiness thro' another's eyes, <a href='#page48'>48.</a><br />
+--true source of human, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+--, virtue alone is, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--, if we prize, <a href='#page175'>175.</a><br />
+Harmony in her bright eye, <a href='#page105'>105.</a><br />
+Harness, him that girdeth on his, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+--on our back, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+Harping on my daughter, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+Harps on the willows, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+Hart ungalled play, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+Harvest truly is plenteous, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+Hat much the worse for wear, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+Hated, needs but to be seen <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+Hatred, love turned to, <a href='#page139'>139.</a><br />
+Haughtiness of soul, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+Haughty spirit before a fall, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+Haunts, exempt from public, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Havock, cry, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+He that is not with me, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+He that would not when he might, <a href='#page182'>182.</a><br />
+He may run that readeth it, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+--who runs may read, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+--that runs may read, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+--prayeth well and beat, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+Head, the hoary, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+--, hairs of your, numbered, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+--, uneasy lies the, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+--is not more native, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+--, my imperfections on my, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+--, and front of mv offending, <a href='#page90'>90.</a><br />
+--, repairs his drooping, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+--, off with his, <a href='#page135'>135.</a><br />
+--, plays round the, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--, his'small, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+--, a useless lesson to the, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+Heads, hide their diminished, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+Hearse, underneath this sable, <a href='#page101'>101.</a><br />
+Heart, man after his own, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+--, hope deferred maketh the, sick, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+--knoweth his own bitterness, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+--, out of the abundance of, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+--, be not troubled, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+--, merry, goes all the day, <a href='#page48'>48.</a><br />
+--, untainted, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+Heart, ruddy drops of my sad, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--, not more native to the, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+--, conies not to the, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+--a transport know, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+--untraveled turns to thee, <a href='#page176'>176.</a><br />
+--distrusting asks if this be joy, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+--, music in my, <a href='#page200'>200.</a><br />
+--, felt along the, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+--, never melt into his, <a href='#page204'>204.</a><br />
+--, tale to many a feeling, <a href='#page212'>212.</a><br />
+--on her lips, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+--, an arrow for the, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+--, on and up where nature's, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Hearts, ay in my heart of, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--, of all that human, endure, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+--pour a thousand melodies, <a href='#page235'>235.</a><br />
+Heaven, droppeth as the gentle rain from, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+--, winds of, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+--of hell, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+--, better to reign in hell than serve in, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+--, hell I suffer seems a, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+--in her eye, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+--, quite in the verge of, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+--tries our virtues by affliction, <a href='#page170'>170.</a><br />
+--commences ere the world be past, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+--, so much of, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+--and home, kindred points of, <a href='#page204'>204.</a><br />
+--, spires point to, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+--God alone was to be seen in, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+Heaven's hand, argue not against, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+Heavens, hung be the, <a href='#page263'>263.</a><br />
+Hecuba to him, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Heed, take, lest be fall, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+Height of this great argument, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+Heir to, that flesh is, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Hell it is it\ suing long to bide, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+--no fury like a woman scorned, <a href='#page139'>139.</a><br />
+Hercules, than I to, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+Hermit, man the, <a href='#page215'>215.</a><br />
+Hero perish or sparrow fall, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+Herod, cat-herods, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+High, to soar so, <a href='#page109'>109.</a><br />
+--life furnishes high characters, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+Hill, a cot beside the, <a href='#page235'>235.</a><br />
+Hills peep o'er bills, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+--, o'er the, and far away, <a href='#page150'>150.</a><br />
+--, beart beats strong amid the, <a href='#page236'>236.</a><br />
+Hinges, pregnant, of the knee, ifi.
+Hint, upon this, I spake, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Hip, I have thee on the, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+History or by tale, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+--, this strange, eventful, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+--read in a nation's eyes, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+--is philosophy teaching by examples, <a href='#page256'>256.</a><br />
+Hit, a very palpable, <a href='#page90'>90.</a><br />
+Hitherto shalt thou come, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+Hobson's choice, <a href='#page262'>262.</a><br />
+Hole, might stop a, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Hold a candle, <a href='#page158'>158.</a><br />
+Holy text she strews, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+Homage that vice pays to virtue, <a href='#page261'>261.</a><br />
+Home, man goeth to his long, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+Hope, eaten me out of house and, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+--, best ceuntry ever is at, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+Homer, read, once, <a href='#page132'>132.</a><br />
+Homes, homeless near a thousand, <a href='#page199'>199.</a><br />
+Honest man's the noblest work, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+Honesty, armed so strong in, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+Honor, prophet not without, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+--, to plurk right, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+--, loved I not, more, <a href='#page105'>105.</a><br />
+--but an empty bubble, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+--, the post, of, is a private station, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+--and shame from no condition rise, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+--grip, feel your, <a href='#page195'>195.</a><br />
+Honor's lodged, place where, <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+Honors thick upon him, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+Hoop's bewitching round, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+Hope deferred, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+--, no other medicine but, <a href='#page37'>37.</a><br />
+--, true, is swift, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+--, tender leaves of, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+--never comes that come to all, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+--, farewell, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+--springs eternal, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+--, while there's life there's, <a href='#page151'>151.</a><br />
+--, none without, e'er loved, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+--withering fled, <a href='#page229'>229.</a><br />
+--for a seabon bade farewell, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+Hopes, my fondest, decay, <a href='#page221'>221.</a><br />
+--belied our fears, <a href='#page234'>234.</a><br />
+Horatio, more things in heaven and earth, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+Horse, my kingdom for a, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+--, the gray mare the better, <a href='#page135'>135.</a><br />
+--, flying, <a href='#page204'>204.</a><br />
+--, dearer than his, <a href='#page236'>236.</a><br />
+Hospitable thoughts intent, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+Hostages to fortune, <a href='#page254'>254.</a><br />
+Hour, some wee short, <a href='#page196'>196.</a><br />
+Hours, wise to talk with our past, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+--, unheeded flew the, <a href='#page209'>209.</a><br />
+House of feasting, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+--, ill spirit have so fair a, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+House to be let for life, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+Household words, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+Houses, a plague o' both the, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+--seem asleep, <a href='#page205'>205.</a><br />
+Housewife that's thrifty, <a href='#page192'>192.</a><br />
+How happy is he born and taught, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+Howards, not all the blood of all the, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+Hue, mountain in its azure, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+Human face divine, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+--, to err is, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+Humanity, imitated so abominably, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--, wearisome condition of, <a href='#page95'>95.</a><br />
+--, sad music of, <a href='#page204'>204.</a><br />
+--, suffering sad, <a href='#page244'>244.</a><br />
+Humility, pride that apes, <a href='#page211'>211.</a><br />
+Hurt of a deadlier sort, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, <a href='#page159'>159.</a><br />
+Hyacinthine locks, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+Hyperion to a satyr, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+--curls, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue, <a href='#page261'>261.</a><br />
+
+"I dare not" wait upon "I would," <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+I owe you one, <a href='#page198'>198.</a><br />
+I would do what I pleased, <a href='#page252'>252.</a><br />
+Ice, to smooth the, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+--, be thou chaste as, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+Idea, teach the young, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+Idiot, tale told by an, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+Idler, busy world an, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+If is the only peacemaker, <a href='#page48'>48.</a><br />
+If all the world and love were young, <a href='#page95'>95.</a><br />
+Ignorance, let me not burst in, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+--is bliss, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+--of wealth, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+Ill wind turns none to good, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+Ills, bear those, we have, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+--the scholar's life assail, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+--, a prey to hastening, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+Image of God in ebony, <a href='#page256'>256.</a><br />
+Imagination bodies forth, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+--, to sweeten my, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+--boast hues like mature, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+--for his facts, <a href='#page192'>192.</a><br />
+Imaginings, present fears less than horrible, <a href='#page50'>50.</a><br />
+Immodest words admit of no defence, <a href='#page131'>131.</a><br />
+Immortal, grow, as they quote, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+Immortality, quaff, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+--, this longing after, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+Immortals never appear alone, <a href='#page212'>212.</a><br />
+Imparadised in one another's arms, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+Impediment, marched on without, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+Impediments to great enterprises, <a href='#page254'>254.</a><br />
+Imperfections on mv head, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+Impossible can't be, <a href='#page197'>197.</a><br />
+Inactivity, masterly, <a href='#page260'>260.</a><br />
+Increase of appetite, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+Independence let me share, <a href='#page182'>182.</a><br />
+Indian, lo the poor, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+Infancy, heaven lies about us in, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+Infirmities, a friend should bear a friend's, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+Ingratitude, unkind as man's, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Inn, take mine ease in mine, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+--, warmest welcome at an, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+Innocence, and mirth, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+Insides, carrying three, <a href='#page198'>198.</a><br />
+Insubstantial pageant, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+Instincts unawares, <a href='#page236'>236.</a><br />
+Insults unavenged, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+Iron entered into his soul, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+--, rule thee with a rod of, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+--, the man that meddles with cold, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Isles, ships that sailed for sunny, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Jade, let the galled, wince, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+Jail, the patron and the, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+Jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+Jerusalem, if I forget thee, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+Jest, put his whole wit in a, <a href='#page102'>102.</a><br />
+Jest, the most bitter is a scornful, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+Jests, indebted to his memory for his, <a href='#page192'>192.</a><br />
+Jew, hath not a, eyes, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+--, I thank thee, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+Jewel, a precious, in his head, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Jews might kiss and infidels adore, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+John, print it, some said, <a href='#page130'>130.</a><br />
+Joint, the time is out of, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+Jove laughs at lover's perjuries, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+Joy, the oil of, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+--, glides the smooth current o' domestic, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+--, forever, a thing of beauty is a, <a href='#page233'>233.</a><br />
+Joys, fading, we dote upon, <a href='#page132'>132.</a><br />
+--must flow from ourselves, <a href='#page176'>176.</a><br />
+Judean, like the base, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+Judges soon the sentence sign, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Judgments as our watches, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+Julius, ere the mightiest, fell, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+June, leafy month of, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+--, seek ice in, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Juno's eyes, sweeter than the lids of, <a href='#page49'>49.</a><br />
+Jurymen may dine, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Justice, this even-handed, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+
+Keeper, am I my brother's, <a href='#page9'>9.</a><br />
+Kick where honor's lodged, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+Kid, the leopard lis down with the, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+Kin, makes the whole world, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+Kin, a little more than, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+Kind, fellow-feeling makes one wondrous, <a href='#page170'>170.</a><br />
+Kindness, too full of the milk of human, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+King, every inch a, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+--, catch the conscience of the, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+--, here lies our sovereign lord, the, <a href='#page131'>131.</a><br />
+--himself has followed her, <a href='#page182'>182.</a><br />
+Kingdom, my mind to me a, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+Kings it makes gods, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+Kiss, one kind, before we part, <a href='#page164'>164.</a><br />
+--, my whole soul through a, <a href='#page237'>237.</a><br />
+--snatched hasty, <a href='#page264'>264.</a><br />
+Kisses after death remembered, <a href='#page237'>237.</a><br />
+Kitten, and cry mew, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+Knave, how absolute the, is, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Knaves, untaught, unmannerly, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+Knee, crook the hinges of the, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+Knell that summons thee, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+--, the shroud, etc., <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+--rung by fairy hands, <a href='#page174'>174.</a><br />
+Knew, carry all he, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+Knife, war'to the, <a href='#page260'>260.</a><br />
+Knight, a prince can mak' a belted, <a href='#page196'>196.</a><br />
+Knock and it shall be opened, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+Know then thyself, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+Known, to be forever, <a href='#page106'>106.</a><br />
+Kosoiusko fell, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+
+Labor of love, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--, we delight in, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+Labor, ease and alternate, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+Laborer worthy of his reward, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+Laborers are few, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+Ladies be but young and fair, <a href='#page46'>46.</a><br />
+--, intellectual, <a href='#page232'>232.</a><br />
+Lady doth protest too much, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+Lady's in the case, <a href='#page151'>151.</a><br />
+Lamb to the slaughter, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+--of God, behold the, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+--, Una with her milk white, <a href='#page206'>206.</a><br />
+Land, far into the bowels of the, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+--, light that never was on, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+--, my own, my native, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+--of brown heath, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+--, know ye the, <a href='#page228'>228.</a><br />
+--of the free, <a href='#page247'>247.</a><br />
+Landscape tire the view, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+Language-nature's end of, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+--, that those lips had, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+Large streams from little fountains flow, <a href='#page247'>247.</a><br />
+Lark at heaven's gate sings, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+Lasses, then she made the, <a href='#page196'>196.</a><br />
+Last, not least, in love, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--at his cross, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+--link is broken, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+Late, known too, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+Laugh, the world and its dread, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+--that spoke the vacant mind, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Law, love is the fulfilling of the, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+--, rich men rule the, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+--, seven hours to, <a href='#page190'>190.</a><br />
+Law, sovereign, sits empress, <a href='#page190'>190.</a><br />
+Laws grind the poor, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+Laws in-lungs call cause or cure, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+Lay, go lonh my simple, <a href='#page190'>190.</a><br />
+Leaf, lade as a, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+--, the sear, the yellow, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+Leap, look before you ere you, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Learning, wlience is thy, <a href='#page131'>131.</a><br />
+--, a little is a dangerous thing, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+Leather or prunella, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+Leaven leavenet the whole lump, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+Leer, assent with civil, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Legion, my name is, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+Leopard, his spots, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+Less, beautifully, <a href='#page184'>184.</a><br />
+--, of two evils choose the, <a href='#page251'>251.</a><br />
+Let dearly or let alone, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+--others hail, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+Libertine, the air a chartered, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Liberty, I must have, withal, <a href='#page46'>46.</a><br />
+Lief not be, as live to be, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+Life, death in the midst of, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+--, the crown of, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+--, care's an enemy to, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+--, nothing became him like the leaving of his, <a href='#page50'>50.</a><br />
+--, I bear a charmed, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+--in short measures, may perfect be, <a href='#page100'>100.</a><br />
+--, slits the thin spun, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+--, while there is, hope, <a href='#page151'>151.</a><br />
+--'s a jest, <a href='#page151'>151.</a><br />
+--, protracted, is protracted woe, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+--'s dull round, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+Life, love of, increased with yeans <a href='#page184'>184.</a><br />
+--, variety 's the spice of, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+--, how pleasant is thy morning, <a href='#page195'>195.</a><br />
+--, thou art a galling load, <a href='#page195'>195.</a><br />
+--, best portion of a good man's, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+--, blandi.-hments of, are gone, <a href='#page209'>209.</a><br />
+--, one crowded hour of, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+--, like a thing of, <a href='#page229'>229.</a><br />
+--, the wave of, <a href='#page234'>234.</a><br />
+--is but an empty dream, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+Light, walk while ye have, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+--, a burning and a shining, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+--, casting a dim, religious <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+--, swift-winged arrows of <a href='#page188'>188.</a><br />
+Lights, burning, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+--that mislead the morn, <a href='#page37'>37.</a><br />
+--of mild philosophy, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+Lilies of the field, consider the, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+Lily, to paint the, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+Line upon line, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+--, we carved not a, <a href='#page233'>233.</a><br />
+Lines fallen in pleasant places, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+Lion in the way, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+--, living dog better than a dead, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--, the devil as a roaring, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+--, beard the, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+Lion-heart, lord of the, <a href='#page182'>182.</a><br />
+Lion's hide, thou wear a, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+--inane, dewdrop from the, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+Lip, coral, admires, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+--, I ne'er saw nectar on a, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Lips, when I ope my, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+--were red, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+--, smile on her, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+--, heart on her, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+--, O that thou had language, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+Liquors, hot and rebellions, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Lisped in numbers, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Live, taught us how to, <a href='#page150'>150.</a><br />
+--while you live, <a href='#page164'>164.</a><br />
+--to please, must please to live, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+Lively to severe, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+Livery of heaven, <a href='#page234'>234.</a><br />
+Lives, lovely and pleasant in their, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Lobster, boiled like, a, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Local habitation and a name, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+Locks, never shake thy gory, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+Lodge in some vast wilderness, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+Loins be girded, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+Look, a lean and hungry, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+--before you leap, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+--, longing, lingering, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+Looker-on here in Vienna, <a href='#page263'>263.</a><br />
+Looks, the cottage might adorn, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+Lord hath taken away, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+--, bosom's, sits lightly, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+--of himself though not of lands, <a href='#page96'>96.</a><br />
+--Fanny spins a thousand such a day, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+Lords, wish to be who love their, <a href='#page176'>176.</a><br />
+--of human kind, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+Lords, stories of great, <a href='#page197'>197.</a><br />
+Losses, fellow that had, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Lost, who neither won nor, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+Lothario, is this that gallant, gay, <a href='#page152'>152.</a><br />
+Lot's wife, remember, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+Love to me was wonderful, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+--, greater, hath no man, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+--, labor of, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--casteth out fear, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+--, she never told her, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+--sought is good, <a href='#page36'>36.</a><br />
+--looks not with the eyes, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+--never did run smooth, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+--, last not least in, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--, beggarly in, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+--prove variable, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--, ecstasy of, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+--, live with me, and be my, <a href='#page95'>95.</a><br />
+--'s proper hue, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+--in every gesture, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+--, pity's akin to, <a href='#page138'>138.</a><br />
+--and hate in like extreme, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+--, an unrelenting foe to, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+--, purple light of, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+--of Life increased with years, <a href='#page184'>184.</a><br />
+--, all ministers of, <a href='#page211'>211.</a><br />
+--in such a wilderness, <a href='#page217'>217.</a><br />
+--is heaven, <a href='#page217'>217.</a><br />
+--, true, is the gift of Heaven, <a href='#page217'>217.</a><br />
+--rules the court, <a href='#page217'>217.</a><br />
+--, deep as first, <a href='#page237'>237.</a><br />
+--is a boy, <a href='#page264'>264.</a><br />
+Loved not wisely, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+--and lost, better to have, <a href='#page237'>237.</a><br />
+Loveliness needs no ornament, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+Lover, why so pale, <a href='#page104'>104.</a><br />
+Lover's perjuries, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+Lower, he that is down can fall no, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Lucifer, falls like, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+Lucre, not greedy of filthy, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+Luster, I ne'er could any, see, <a href='#page192'>192.</a><br />
+Lute, listened to a, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Luxury of doing good, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+--cursed by heaven s decree, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+--to be, <a href='#page211'>211.</a><br />
+Lydian airs, lap me in, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+Lying, this world is given to, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+Lyre waked to ecstasy, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+
+Macduff, lay on, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+Mad, that he is, 'tis true, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+--, pleasure in being, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+--, an undevout astronomer is, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+Madness, tho' this be, yet there 's method in it, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+--, great wits allied to, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+--to defer, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+Magic numbers, <a href='#page139'>139.</a><br />
+Maid who modestly conceals, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+--none to love and praise, <a href='#page200'>200.</a><br />
+Maiden meditation, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+--of bashful fifteen, <a href='#page192'>192.</a><br />
+--shame, blush of, <a href='#page240'>240.</a><br />
+Maidens are caught by glare, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+Malice, nor set down aught in, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+Mammon, ye cannot serve God and, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+Man should not be alone, <a href='#page9'>9.</a><br />
+--is born unto trouble, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+Man, mark the perfect, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--, stagger like a drunken, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+--under his fig-tree, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+--shall not live by bread alone, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+--, profited, for what is, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+--lay down his life, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+--, be born again, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+--soweth, that shall he reap, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--shall bear his own burden, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--, proud man, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+--, a proper, as any one shall see, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+--that hath no music, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+--dare do all that may become a, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+--dare, I dare, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+--, could have better spared a better, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+--so faint, so spiritless, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+--, this is the state of, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+--that hangs on princes' favors, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+--of such a feeble temper, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+--, this was a, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+--'s as true as steel, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+--take him for all in all, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+--, wliat a piece of work is, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+--delights not me, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+--that is not passion's slave, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--, give the world assurance of a, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+--, wished Heaven had made her such a, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+--, old, eloquent, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+--that meddles with cold iron, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Man, beware the fury of a patient, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+--, as tree as nature first made, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+--, happy the, and happy lie alone, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+--, expatiate free o'er all this scene of, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+--never is, but always to be blest, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+--, the proper study of mankind is, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+--virtuous and vicious must be, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+--, worth makes the, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+--, honest, the noblest work of God, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--of Koss, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+--, where the good, meets his fate, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+--of wisdom is the man of years, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+--wants but little, <a href='#page156'>156,</a> <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+--makes a death nature never made, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+--, all may do what has been done by, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+--that blushes is not quite a brute, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+--, little round, fat, oily, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+--forget not, though in rags he lies, <a href='#page175'>175.</a><br />
+--to all the county dear, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+--, abridgment of all that was pleasant in, <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+--recovered of the bite, <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+--, be felt as a, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+--is the noblest growth our realms supply, <a href='#page189'>189.</a><br />
+--, gently scan your brother, <a href='#page194'>194.</a><br />
+--, her 'prentice han' she tried on, <a href='#page196'>196.</a><br />
+--'s inhumanity to man, <a href='#page196'>196.</a><br />
+Man's the gowd for a' that, <a href='#page196'>196.</a><br />
+--, pity the sorrows of a poor old, <a href='#page197'>197.</a><br />
+--, child is father of the, <a href='#page199'>199.</a><br />
+--, teach you more of, <a href='#page205'>205.</a><br />
+--prayeth well and best, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+--, a sadder and a wiser, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+--of woe, I was not always, <a href='#page217'>217.</a><br />
+--with soul so dead, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+--, I love not, the less, <a href='#page226'>226.</a><br />
+--'s best things, <a href='#page236'>236.</a><br />
+--proposes, God disposes, <a href='#page251'>251.</a><br />
+--, no, suddenly good, <a href='#page253'>253.</a><br />
+--, full, made by reading, <a href='#page254'>254.</a><br />
+Mankind, wisest, brightest, meanest of, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--, survey, from China to Peru, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+Manna, his tongue dropped, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+Manners, evil communications corrupt good, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+Mansions, many, in my Father's house, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+Many are called, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Mar what's well, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+March, beware the Ides of, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+--, in life's morning, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+--, the stormy, has come, <a href='#page240'>240.</a><br />
+Mare, gray, the better horse, <a href='#page135'>135.</a><br />
+Margin, a meadow of, <a href='#page191'>191.</a><br />
+Mariners of England, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+Mark, death loves a shining, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+--, the archer little meant, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+Marmion, the last words of, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Marriage bell, merry as a, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+--tables, coldly furnish forth the, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+Married, I did not think to live till I were, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Marrying ancient people, <a href='#page256'>256.</a><br />
+Mars, an eye like, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+Martyrs, blood of the, <a href='#page261'>261.</a><br />
+Mary hath chosen that good part, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+Mast, nail to the, <a href='#page245'>245.</a><br />
+Mattock and the grave, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+May, chills the lap of, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+Maze, a mighty, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+Meaner beauties of the night, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+Medes and Persians, law of the, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+Medicine, miserable have no other, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+Meditation, fancy free, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Melancholy, greea and yellow, <a href='#page36'>36.</a><br />
+--, most musical, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+Melodies, a thousand, <a href='#page235'>235.</a><br />
+Melody, crack the voice of, <a href='#page245'>245.</a><br />
+Mel rose, if thou wouldst view, <a href='#page217'>217.</a><br />
+Memory, Walton's heavenly, <a href='#page205'>205.</a><br />
+--, begin to throng into my,
+Men, are you good and true, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+--have died, <a href='#page48'>48.</a><br />
+--, in the catalogue ye go for, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+--'s evil manners live in brass, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+--, sleek-headed, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+--, tide in the affairs of, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+Men made by nature's journeymen, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--, justify the ways of God to, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+--, busy hum of, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+--are but children, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+--, impious, bear sway, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+--, some to business take, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+--think all men mortal, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+--talk only to conceal their mind, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+--, rich, rule the law, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+--were deceivers ever, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+--who their duties know, <a href='#page190'>190.</a><br />
+--, schemes of mice and, <a href='#page194'>194.</a><br />
+--by losing rendered sager, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+--, world knows nothing of its greatest, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+--, beneath the rule of, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+--, lives of great, remind us, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+Merchants most do congregate, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+Mercy and truth are met, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--is not strained, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+--, temper justice with, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+--, shut the gates of, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+Merit, as if her, lessened yours, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+--, modest men dumb on their own, <a href='#page198'>198.</a><br />
+Mermaid, things done at the, <a href='#page102'>102.</a><br />
+Merriment, flashes of, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Merry when I hear sweet music, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+Metal more attractive, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--, sonorous, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+Metaphysio wit, high as, <a href='#page122'>122.</a><br />
+Mettle, grasp it like a man of, <a href='#page160'>160.</a><br />
+Mice, like little, stole in and out, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+--, best laid schemes of, <a href='#page194'>194.</a><br />
+Midnight dances, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+--oil consumed, <a href='#page151'>151.</a><br />
+Mien, vice is a monster of so frightful, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+Might, he that would not when he, <a href='#page182'>182.</a><br />
+Mighty, how are the, fallen, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+Miles, might travel, twelve stout, <a href='#page199'>199.</a><br />
+Milk of human kindness, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+--and water, O, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+Mill, brook that turns a, <a href='#page235'>235.</a><br />
+Millions of spiritual creatures, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+Millstone hanged about his neck, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+Milton, some mute, inglorious, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+Mind, be fully persuaded in, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+--, diseased, minister to a, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--'s eye, Horatio, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+--, farewell the tranquil, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+--, out of, out of sight, <a href='#page251'>251.</a><br />
+--, musing in his sullein, <a href='#page97'>97.</a><br />
+--is its own place, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+--, men talk only to conceal their, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+--, gives to her, what he steals from her youth, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+--forbids to crave, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+--, she had a frugal, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+--, how fleet is a glance of the, <a href='#page188'>188.</a><br />
+--to mind, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+--, magic of the, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+--, Meccas of the, <a href='#page242'>242.</a><br />
+Minds, innocent and quiet, <a href='#page106'>106.</a><br />
+Minds are not ever craving, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Mine own, do what I will with, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+Minister, one fair spirit for my, <a href='#page226'>226.</a><br />
+Minnows, Triton of the, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+Miracle instead of wit, <a href='#page158'>158.</a><br />
+Mirror up to nature, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+Mirth, within the limit of becoming, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+--grew fast and furious, <a href='#page194'>194.</a><br />
+Miserable have no other medicine, <a href='#page37'>37.</a><br />
+Miseries, in shallows and in, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+--, steeped to the lips in, <a href='#page244'>244.</a><br />
+Misery's darkest cavern, <a href='#page167'>167.</a><br />
+Mistress of herself tho' china fall, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+Mob of gentlemen, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+Modesty, bounds of, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+Moment, and give to God each, <a href='#page164'>164.</a><br />
+Monarch of all I survey, <a href='#page188'>188.</a><br />
+Monastic brotherhood, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+Monev the root of all evil, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+--, still get, <a href='#page101'>101.</a><br />
+--, so much as 't will bring, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Monster, a faultless, <a href='#page132'>132.</a><br />
+Months without an R, <a href='#page262'>262.</a><br />
+Mood, unused to the melting, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+--, that blessed, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+Moon, pluck honor from the pale-faced, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+--, swear not by the, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--, the inconstant, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--is made of green cheese, <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+--shine at full or no, <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+Moonlight sleeps upon this bank, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+Moor, lady married to the, <a href='#page206'>206.</a><br />
+Moral, to point a, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+More to that which had too much, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--than painting can express, <a href='#page152'>152.</a><br />
+Morn to noon he fell, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+--from black to red began to turn, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Morrow, take no thought for the, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+Mortal, all men think all men, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+--know through a crown's disguise, <a href='#page175'>175.</a><br />
+Mortals, not in, to command success, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+--, some feelings are to, given, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Mother, so loving to my, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+--, where yet was ever found a, <a href='#page151'>151.</a><br />
+--is a mother still, <a href='#page211'>211.</a><br />
+--, happy he with such a, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Moths, maidens like, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+Motley is the only wear, <a href='#page46'>46.</a><br />
+Mould, mortal mixture of earth's, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+Mountain tops, misty, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+--, robes the, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+--waves, her march is o'er the, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+Mountains interposed make enemies, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+--, Greenland's icy, <a href='#page222'>222.</a><br />
+Mourning, the oil of joy for, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+Mouth, out of thine own, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+--, gift horse in the, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+--, put an enemy in their, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Muck, run a, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+Multitude of counselors, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+Murder, one, makes a villain, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+Murmurs, hollow, died away, <a href='#page175'>175.</a><br />
+Music the food of love, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+--, never merry when I hear, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+--, the man that hath no, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+--, discourse most excellent, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+--of her face, <a href='#page105'>105.</a><br />
+--hath charms to soothe, <a href='#page139'>139.</a><br />
+--, heavenly maid, <a href='#page174'>174.</a><br />
+--, sphere-descended maid, <a href='#page175'>175.</a><br />
+--, his very foot has, <a href='#page188'>188.</a><br />
+Music's golden tongue, <a href='#page233'>233.</a><br />
+Musical as is Apollo's lute, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+Muttons, to return to our, <a href='#page251'>251.</a><br />
+Myseif, awe of such a thing as I, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+Mystery, burden of the, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+--of mysteries, <a href='#page221'>221.</a><br />
+Myrtle, cypress and, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+
+Naiad or a grace, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Name, deed without a, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+--, what's in a, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--, filches from me my good, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+--, mark the marble with his, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+--, at which the world grew pale, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+--, the magic of a <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+--, Phoebus, what a, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Names, one of the few immortal, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+Narcissa's last words, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+Nathan said to David, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+Nation exalted by righteousness, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+--, a small one a strong, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+--, noble and puissant, <a href='#page255'>255.</a><br />
+Nations are as a drop of a bucket, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+--, mountains make enemies of, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+Native and to the manner born, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+--wood-notes wild, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+Nature's own sweet cunning hand, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+--'s soft nurse, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+--, one touch of, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+--might stand up, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+--, hold the mirror up to, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--'s journeymen had made men, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--could no farther go, <a href='#page130'>130.</a><br />
+--'s chief masterpiece, <a href='#page131'>131.</a><br />
+--made thee to temper man, <a href='#page133'>133.</a><br />
+--'s walks, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+--up to nature's God, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--, extremes in, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+--to advantage dressed, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+--'s sweet restorer, <a href='#page154'>154.</a><br />
+--, who can paint like, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+--, mute, mourns when the poet dies, <a href='#page217'>217.</a><br />
+--'s teachings, <a href='#page240'>240.</a><br />
+--, sullenness against, <a href='#page254'>254.</a><br />
+--'s cockloft empty, <a href='#page256'>256.</a><br />
+--never did betray the heart that loved her, <a href='#page264'>264.</a><br />
+Nazareth, can any good come out of, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+Necessity, to make a virtue of, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+Need, deserted at his utmost, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+Needful, one thing is, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+Needle, true as the, <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+Nests, birds of the air have, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+--, no birds in last year's, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+Nettle, tender-handed stroke a, <a href='#page160'>160.</a><br />
+News, fir^t bringer of unwelcome, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+Night, I have passed a miserable, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+--, the very witching time of, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+--, ye meaner beauties of the, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+--, silver lining on the, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+--, day brought back my, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+--hideous, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--, beauty like the, <a href='#page232'>232.</a><br />
+--, azure robe of, <a href='#page233'>233.</a><br />
+Nightingale was mute, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Nights are wholesome, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+Niobe, all tears, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+--of nations, <a href='#page225'>225.</a><br />
+Ninny, Handel's but a, <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+No pent-up Utica, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+No hammers fell, <a href='#page222'>222.</a><br />
+Nobility, betwixt the wind and his, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+Nods and becks, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+North, unripened beauties of the, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+Norval, my name is, <a href='#page176'>176.</a><br />
+Not she with traitorous kiss, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+Notes by distance, <a href='#page175'>175.</a><br />
+--, a duel's amang ye takin', <a href='#page194'>194.</a><br />
+Nothing, an infinite deal of, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+--if not critical, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Notion, foolish, <a href='#page195'>195.</a><br />
+Numbers, divinity in odd, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+Nun, the holy time is quiet as a, <a href='#page205'>205.</a><br />
+Nutmeg-graters, be rough as, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+Nymph, in thy orisons, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+Nympholepsy of some fond despair, <a href='#page226'>226.</a><br />
+
+Observance, the breach than the, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Observed of all observers, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+Ocean, deep bosom of the, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+--, a painted, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+Odd numbers, divinity in, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+Odious, comparisons are, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+Odorous, comparisons are, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Off with his head, <a href='#page135'>135.</a><br />
+Offense is rank, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+Offending, head and front of my, <a href='#page90'>90.</a><br />
+Office, hath but a losing, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+Officer, fear each bush an, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+Offspring of Heaven first-born, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+Oil, consumed the midnight, <a href='#page151'>151.</a><br />
+Old man eloquent, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+--Grimes is dead, <a href='#page247'>247.</a><br />
+Oliver, How-land for an, <a href='#page262'>262.</a><br />
+Omega, Alpha and, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+One that hath, unto every, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+--kind kiss before we part, <a href='#page164'>164.</a><br />
+--, the many must labor for the, <a href='#page229'>229.</a><br />
+--line, could wish to blot, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+--is content, no more to desire, <a href='#page252'>252.</a><br />
+--is as God made him, <a href='#page252'>252.</a><br />
+Onward, bear up and steer light, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+Opinions, halt ye between two, ii
+--, <a href='#page1'>1.</a><br /> have bought golden, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+--, stiff in, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+--backed by a wager, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+Optics sharp it needs, <a href='#page191'>191.</a><br />
+Oracle, I am sir, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+--of God, <a href='#page109'>109.</a><br />
+Orators repair, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+Orb in orb, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Order of, stand not upon the, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+--is Heaven's first law, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+--this matter in France, <a href='#page258'>258.</a><br />
+Ore, and tricks with new-spangled, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+Orient pearl, sowed the earth, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+Othello's occupation's gone, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+Out of mind, oat of sight, <a href='#page95'>95.</a><br />
+Outrun the constable, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Owl, was by a mousing, hawked at, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+Own, do what I will with mine, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+Ox, better than a stalled, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+Oxlips and the nodding violet, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Oyster, then the world's mine, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+Oysters not good without an R in the month, <a href='#page262'>262.</a><br />
+
+Pain, the labor we delight in physics, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+--is lessened by, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--, die of a rose in aromatic, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+--, heart that never feels a, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+--, a stranger yet to, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+Pains, pleasure ill poetic, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+Painting, more than, can express, <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+Pale, prithee, why so, <a href='#page104'>104.</a><br />
+Palimurus nodded, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+Palm, bear thy, alone, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+--, like some tall, <a href='#page222'>222.</a><br />
+Palpable, clothing the, <a href='#page213'>213.</a><br />
+Pautrs of guilty power, <a href='#page167'>167.</a><br />
+Pantaloon, lean and slippered, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Paradise of fools, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+--, walked in, <a href='#page240'>240.</a><br />
+Parallel, none but himself can be his, <a href='#page134'>134.</a><br />
+Parent of good, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+Parish church, plain as way to, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Parting' in such sweet sorrow, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+Partitions thin their bounds divide, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Party, gave up to, what was meant for mankind, <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+Passing fair, is she not, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+Passion, till our, dies, <a href='#page107'>107.</a><br />
+--, the ruling, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+Passions fly with life, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+Pastures lie down in green, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--, and fresh fields, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+Patches, a king of shreds and, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+Patience on a monument, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+Peace, all her paths are, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+--, piping times of, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+Peace and rest can never dwell, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+--, makes a solitude and calls it, <a href='#page228'>228.</a><br />
+--hath her victories, <a href='#page263'>263.</a><br />
+Pearls before swine, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+--did grow, how, <a href='#page104'>104.</a><br />
+--, who would search for, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+Pearls at random strung, <a href='#page190'>190.</a><br />
+Peasantry, a bold, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+Pebbles, as gathering, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+Pen of a ready writer, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--, make thee famous by my, <a href='#page126'>126.</a><br />
+--dropped from an angel's wing, <a href='#page205'>205.</a><br />
+--mightier than the sword, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Pendulum, man, thou, <a href='#page225'>225.</a><br />
+Pensioner, a miser's, <a href='#page206'>206.</a><br />
+People, thy, shall be my, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Perdition catch my soul, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Peril in thine eye, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+Perilous edge of battle, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+Perjuries, Jove laughs at lover's, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+Persuaded, lit every man be fully, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+Persons, no respect of, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+Petticoat, feet beneath her, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+Phalanx, in perfect, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+Fhantasina, like a, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+Phantoms of hope, <a href='#page167'>167.</a><br />
+Philistines be upon thee, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Philosopher that could bear the toothache, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Philosophy, hast any, in thee, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+--, adversity's sweet milk, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+--, dreamt of in your, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+--, divine, charming is, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+--. in the calm light of mild, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+--, teaching by examples, <a href='#page256'>256.</a><br />
+Physic to the dogs, <a href='#page37'>37.</a><br />
+--, take, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+Physician, is there no, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+--, heal thyself, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+Picture, look here upon this, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+Pierian spring, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+Pigmies are pigmies still, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+Pigmy body, fretted the, to decay, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Pigs squeak, as naturally as, <a href='#page122'>122.</a><br />
+Pilgrim shrines, such graves are, <a href='#page242'>242.</a><br />
+Pilot of the Galilean lake, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain, <a href='#page49'>49.</a><br />
+Pink of courtesy, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+Pines, silent sea of, <a href='#page211'>211.</a><br />
+Pin's fee, set my life at a, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+Pitch, he that toucheth, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+Pitcher be broken, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+Pitiful, 't was wondrous, <a href='#page90'>90.</a><br />
+Pity, he hath a tear for, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+--'t is, 't is true, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+--, challenge double, <a href='#page96'>96.</a><br />
+--melts the mind to love, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+--'s akin to love, <a href='#page133'>133.</a><br />
+--gave ere charity began, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+--the sorrows of a poor old man, <a href='#page197'>197.</a><br />
+Place, jolly, in times of old, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+Places, lines in pleasant, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+Plan, not without a, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+--, the simple, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+Plato, thou reasonest well, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+Play's the thing, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+--, as good as a, <a href='#page131'>131.</a><br />
+Playmates I have had, <a href='#page213'>213.</a><br />
+Pleasantness, her ways are ways of, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+Pleased, I would do what I, <a href='#page252'>252.</a><br />
+Pleasure of being cheated, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Pleasure, sweet is after pain, <a href='#page126'>126.</a><br />
+--in being mad, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+--at the helm, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+--with reason mixed, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+--in poetic pains, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+Pleasures, dance attendance on, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+Plowshares, swords into, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+Poet's eye in a fine frenzy, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+--'s pen turns them to shape, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+--soaring in the high reason of his fancy, <a href='#page255'>255.</a><br />
+Poetic pains, there is a pleasure in, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+Poetical, I would the gods had made thee, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Poets in three distant ages, <a href='#page130'>130.</a><br />
+--intellible forms of, <a href='#page212'>212.</a><br />
+Pole, true as the needle to the, <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+Pomp, take physic, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+--, lick absurd, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+Poor always ye have, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+--, simple annals of the, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+--, laws grind the, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+Pope of Rome, more than the, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Poppies, pleasures are like, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Poppy nor mandragora, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+Porcelain clay of humankind, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+Porcupine, like quills upon the fretful, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+Pot, death in the, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+Poverty, not my will, consents, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+--, steep me in, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+--, depressed, slow rises worth by, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+Power, take, who have the, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+Powers that be, ordained of God, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+Prague's proud arch, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+Praise, the garments of, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+--, damn with faint, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+--, solid pudding against empty, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+--all his pleasure, <a href='#page152'>152.</a><br />
+--, blame, love, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+--, none named thee but to, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+--undeserved, <a href='#page250'>250.</a><br />
+Praising what is lost, <a href='#page49'>49.</a><br />
+Pray, remained to, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Prayer, whenever God erects a house of, <a href='#page134'>134.</a><br />
+--all his, business, <a href='#page152'>152.</a><br />
+--, the imperfect offices of, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+Preached as never to preach again, <a href='#page249'>249.</a><br />
+Precept upon precept, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+Preparation, dreadful note of, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Prevaricate, Ralpho, thou dost, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Priam's curtains, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+Pricks, hard to kick against the, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+Pride goeth before destruction, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+--fell with my fortunes, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+--and haughtiness of soul, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+--in their port, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+--that licks the dust, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+--, soul that perished in his, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+--, blend our pleasure or, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+--that apes humility, <a href='#page211'>211.</a><br />
+Primrose, sweet as the, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+Primrose, was to him a yellow, <a href='#page204'>204.</a><br />
+Princedoms, virtue's powers, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+Princes, sweet aspect of, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+Print, pleasant to see one's name in, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Prior, what once was Matthew, <a href='#page135'>135.</a><br />
+Prison make, stone walls do not a, <a href='#page106'>106.</a><br />
+Procrastination is the thief of time, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+Prologues, happy, to the swelling act, <a href='#page50'>50.</a><br />
+Promise, keep tke word of, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+Proof, give me ocular, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+Proofs of holy writ, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+Prophet not without honor, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+Prophets, pervert the, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Propriety, frights the isle from her, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Prove all things, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+Proverb and a by-word, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+Providence their guide, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+Prow, youth at the, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+Prunella, leather or, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+Psalms, purloin the, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Punishment greater than I can bear, <a href='#page9'>9.</a><br />
+Pure, all things pure to the, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+Purpose, infirm of, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+--, nighty, never is o'ertook, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+Purse, who steals my, steals trash, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+Pyramids in vales, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+
+Quality, a taste of your, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Quarrel, sudden and quick, in, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Quarrel, that hath his, just, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+Question, that is the, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Quickly, well it were done, <a href='#page51'>51.</a><br />
+Quiet, rural, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+Quips and cranks, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+Quivers, the Devil hath not in his, <a href='#page232'>232.</a><br />
+
+Race, not to the swift, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--, boast a generous, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+--is rim, I bow to that whose, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+--, forget the human, <a href='#page226'>226.</a><br />
+--, rear my dusky, <a href='#page237'>237.</a><br />
+--of other days, <a href='#page242'>242.</a><br />
+Rachel weeping for her children, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+Rack, leave not a, behind, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+Rage, could swell the soul to, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+Raggednes, looped and windowed, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+Rags, the man forget not in, <a href='#page175'>175.</a><br />
+Rain from heaven droppeth, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+Rainbow, add another hue unto the, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+Rake, woman is at heart a, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+Ralph to Cynthia howls, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+Rank is but the guinea's stamp, <a href='#page196'>196.</a><br />
+Rat, I smell a, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Rattle, pleased with a, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+Ravens, He that feedeth the, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Ravishment, divine, enchanting, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+Ray, tints to-morrow with prophetic, <a href='#page228'>228.</a><br />
+Read, mark, learn, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+Reap, as you sow, y' are like to, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Reason, no other but a woman's, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+--upon compulsion, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+--noble and most sovereign, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--for my rhyme, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+--, make the worse appear the better, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+--, the feast of, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+--with pleasure mixed <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+Reasons are as two grains of wheat, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+Reckoning, so comes a, <a href='#page150'>150.</a><br />
+Red spirits and pay, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+Redeemer liveth, my, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+Religion, humanities of, <a href='#page212'>212.</a><br />
+Remember such things were, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+Remorse, farewell, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+Remote from men, <a href='#page152'>152.</a><br />
+--, unfriended, <a href='#page176'>176.</a><br />
+Reputation, seeking the bubble, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+--dies at every word, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Resignation slopes the way, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+Resolution, native hue of, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+Retirement urges sweet return, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+Retreat, loopholes of, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+Reveals while she hides, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+Revelry, there was a sound of, <a href='#page224'>224.</a><br />
+Revels now are ended, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+Rhetoric, ope his mouth for, <a href='#page122'>122.</a><br />
+Rhine, wash the river, <a href='#page212'>212.</a><br />
+Rhyme nor reason, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+--, and build the lofty, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+--the rudder is, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+--, one for sense and one for, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+Rhyme, dock the tail of, <a href='#page245'>245.</a><br />
+Rialto, on the, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+Ribbon, give me what this, bound, <a href='#page109'>109.</a><br />
+Rich man and the camel, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+--, not gaudy, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+--with iorty pounds a year, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Richard is himself again, <a href='#page135'>135.</a><br />
+Riches, make themselves wings, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+Ridiciuous and the sublime, <a href='#page259'>259.</a><br />
+Right, whatever is, is, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+Righteous forsaken, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--overmuch, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+Rightousness and peace, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--exalteth a nation, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+Ripe and ripe, <a href='#page46'>46.</a><br />
+Road, a rough, a weary, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Roam, where'er I, <a href='#page176'>176.</a><br />
+Robbed, lie that is, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+Robbing Peter he paid Paul, <a href='#page252'>252.</a><br />
+Hobes and furred gowns hide all, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+Rocket, rose like a, <a href='#page259'>259.</a><br />
+Rod, and thy staff, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--, a chief's a, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+--of empire, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+--, spare the, <a href='#page264'>264.</a><br />
+Roderick, art them a friend to, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+Rogue, every inch not fool is, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Roman, than such a, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+--senate long debate, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+Romans, countrymen, and lovers, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+Rome, palmy state of, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+--, more than the Pope of, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Romeo, wherefore art thou, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+Ronne, to waite, to ride, to, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+Room, ample, and verge enough, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+--, who sweeps a, <a href='#page263'>263.</a><br />
+Root, the axe is laid to the, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+Rose, happier is the, distilled, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+--by any other name, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--in aromatic pain, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+--fairest when budding, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+Rosebuds, gather ye, <a href='#page105'>105.</a><br />
+Roses, the scent of the, <a href='#page222'>222.</a><br />
+Ross, the man of, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+Rot and rot, <a href='#page46'>46.</a><br />
+Rowland for an Oliver, <a href='#page262'>262.</a><br />
+Rub, ay, there's the, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+Rubies, wisdom priced above, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+--, where grew the, <a href='#page104'>104.</a><br />
+Ruin or to rule the state, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+--upon ruin, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+--, beauteous, lovely in death, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+Rule thee with a rod of iron, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+--, eye sublime declared absolute, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+--, the good old, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+Run, that he may, that readeth, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+Runs, who, may read, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+Rural quiet, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+Rustic moralist, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+
+Sadder and a wiser man, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+Sage, lie thought as a, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+Sail, set every threadbare, <a href='#page245'>245.</a><br />
+Saint, 't would provoke a, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+St. John mingles with my bowl, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+Saints in crape and lawn, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+--, his soul is with the, <a href='#page212'>212.</a><br />
+Salt of the earth, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+Samson, the Philistines be upon thee, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Satan, get thee behind me, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+Satire's my weapon, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+--in disguise, <a href='#page250'>250.</a><br />
+Saul and Jonathan, undivided in death, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Savage, wild in woods, the noble, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+Saviour's, the, birth is celebrated, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+Scars, he jests at, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+Sceptre, a barren, in my gripe, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+Schemes, best laid, <a href='#page194'>194.</a><br />
+School, the village master taught his little, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Science, O star-eyed, <a href='#page215'>215.</a><br />
+Scoff, came to, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Scorn, he will laugh thee to, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+--, what a deal of, looks beautiful, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--, fixed figure, for the time of, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+--, laughed his word to, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+Scraps of learning dote, on, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+Screw your courage, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+Scripture, the Devil can cite, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+Scylla, your father, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+Sea, light that never was on, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+--, mysterious union with the, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+--, first that burst into that, <a href='#page209'>209.</a><br />
+Sea, alone, alone, on a wide, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+--, like ships that have gone down at, <a href='#page221'>221.</a><br />
+--, glad waters of the dark blue, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+--, the open, <a href='#page236'>236.</a><br />
+Seals of love, <a href='#page38'>38.</a><br />
+Second childishness, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Sect, slave to no, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+See oursel's as others see us, <a href='#page195'>195.</a><br />
+Seek and ye shall find, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+Seems, madam, I know not <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+Self-slaughter, canon 'gainst, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+Sensations sweet, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+Sense, one for, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+--, want of decency is want of, <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+Sentiment, pluck the eye of, <a href='#page245'>245.</a><br />
+Sepulchres, whited, <a href='#page24'>24.</a><br />
+Sermons in stones, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Serpent sting thee twice, <a href='#page43'>43.</a><br />
+Serpents, be ye wise as, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+Servant can make drudgery divine, <a href='#page263'>263.</a><br />
+Service, I have done the state some, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+Servitude, base laws of, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+Shade, sitting in a pleasant, <a href='#page96'>96.</a><br />
+--, a more welcome, <a href='#page149'>149.</a><br />
+--, ah, pleasing, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+--, softening into shade, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+--, boundless contiguity of <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+--of that which once was great, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+Shadow, life is but a walking, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+Shadow, float double, swan and, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+Shadows come like, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+--, coming events cast their, before, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+Shaft that made him die, <a href='#page109'>109.</a><br />
+--at random sent, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+Shakespeare, sweetest, Fancy's child, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+Shall I, wasting in despair, <a href='#page102'>102.</a><br />
+Shame, an erring sister's, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+--, blush of maiden, <a href='#page240'>240.</a><br />
+Shape, take any, but that, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+--, thou com'st in such a questionable, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+--, execrable, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+--, if shape it might be called, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+Shapes and beckoning shadows, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+She walks in beauty, <a href='#page232'>232.</a><br />
+Shears, Fury with the abhorred, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+Shell, convolutions of a, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+--, music slumbers in the, <a href='#page235'>235.</a><br />
+Shepherd, habt any philosophy in thee, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Sheridan, broke the die in moulding-, <a href='#page232'>232.</a><br />
+Ship, idle as a painted, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+Ships that have gone down at sea, <a href='#page221'>221.</a><br />
+--that sailed for sunny isles, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Shocks, the thousand natural, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Shoe has power to wound, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+Shoot, to teach the young idea how to, <a href='#page161'>161.</a><br />
+Shore, rapture on the lonely, <a href='#page226'>226.</a><br />
+--, dull, tame, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Show, that within which passeth, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+--, a driveller and a, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+Shrewsbury clock, fought a long hour by, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+Should auld acquaintance, <a href='#page196'>196.</a><br />
+Shrine of the mighty, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+Shut, shut the door, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Sigh, passing tribute of a, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+--no more, ladies, <a href='#page182'>182.</a><br />
+Sighed and looked again, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+--unutterable things, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+Sign, dies and makes no, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+Sight, out of, out of mind, <a href='#page95'>95.</a><br />
+--, loved not at first, <a href='#page95'>95.</a><br />
+Seigniors, grave and reverend, <a href='#page90'>90.</a><br />
+Silence is the perfectest herald of joy, <a href='#page38'>38.</a><br />
+--in love bewrays more woe, <a href='#page96'>96.</a><br />
+--, ye wolves, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+--, come then, expressive, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+Siloa's brook, <a href='#page109'>109.</a><br />
+Simplicity a child, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+Sin, fools make a mock at, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+--of the world, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+--, wages of, is death, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+--, no, for a man to labor in his vocation, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+Single blessedness, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Sinned against, more, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+Sinning, more sinned against than, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+Sins, charity shall cover the multitude of, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+Sion hill delight thee more, <a href='#page109'>109.</a><br />
+Sires, few sons attain the praise of their, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+Sires, green graves of your, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+Sirups, drowsy, of the world, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+Six hundred pounds a year, <a href='#page139'>139.</a><br />
+Sixpence, I give thee, <a href='#page198'>198.</a><br />
+Skies, looks commencing with the, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+--, raised a mortal to the, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+Skill, is but a barbarous, <a href='#page107'>107.</a><br />
+Sky. forehead of the morning, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+--, the storm that howl along the, <a href='#page182'>182.</a><br />
+--, souls are ripened in our northern, <a href='#page189'>189.</a><br />
+--, star sinning in the, <a href='#page200'>200.</a><br />
+--, canopied by the blue, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+Slain, thrice he slew the, <a href='#page126'>126.</a><br />
+Slaughter, lamb to the, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+--forbade to wade through, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+Slave, base is the, that pays, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Slavery or death, which to choose, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+--a bitter draught, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Slaves, what can ennoble, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+-, Britons never will be, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+Sleep, he giveth his beloved, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+--of a laboring man, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+--, folding the hands to, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+--, our lite is rounded with a, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+--knits up the raveled sleave of care, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+--, gentle sleep, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+--, some must watch, while some must, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+--, tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy, <a href='#page154'>154.</a><br />
+Sleep, undisturbed, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+--, blessings on him who invented, <a href='#page253'>253.</a><br />
+--, the mantle that covers all human thought, <a href='#page253'>253.</a><br />
+Sleeve, wear my heart upon my, <a href='#page90'>90.</a><br />
+Slept, thought her dying when she, <a href='#page234'>234.</a><br />
+Sloth finds the down pillow hard, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+Slough of despond, <a href='#page130'>130.</a><br />
+Sluggard, 't is the voice of the, <a href='#page159'>159.</a><br />
+Slumber, a little, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+Small Latin and less Greek, <a href='#page101'>101.</a><br />
+--things compared with great, <a href='#page149'>149.</a><br />
+Smell, ancient and fish like, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+Smels, throwe her swete, al around, <a href='#page97'>97.</a><br />
+Smile that glowed celestial, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+--, to share the good man's, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Smiles, seldotn he, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+--, kisses, tears, and, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+Snails, her pretty leet, like, <a href='#page104'>104.</a><br />
+Snake, we hat'e scotched the, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+--like a wounded, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+Sneer, without sneering, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+--, laughing devil in his, <a href='#page229'>229.</a><br />
+Snow whiter than the driven, <a href='#page170'>170.</a><br />
+Snug as a bug, <a href='#page257'>257.</a><br />
+Society where none intrudes, <a href='#page226'>226.</a><br />
+Soldier full of strange oaths, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+Solid men of Boston, <a href='#page190'>190.</a><br />
+Solitude is sometimes but society, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+--, how passing sweet is, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+--, where are thy charms, <a href='#page188'>188.</a><br />
+--, inward eye of, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+--, makes a, and calls it peace, <a href='#page228'>228.</a><br />
+Something too much of this, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+Son of his own works, <a href='#page252'>252.</a><br />
+Song of Percy and Douglass, <a href='#page253'>253.</a><br />
+Sophonisba, O, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+Sorrow, pluck from the memory a rooted, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--, wear a golden, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+--, parting is such sweet, <a href='#page76'>76.</a><br />
+--, to pine with feare and, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+--, her rent is, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+--, some natural, <a href='#page200'>200.</a><br />
+Sorrow returned with the morn, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+Sorrows come not single, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+--, transient, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+Soul, the iron entered into his, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+--, lose his own, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+--. thou hast much goods, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+--, harrow up thy, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+--, lay not that flattering unction to your, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+--, to fret thy, with crosses, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+--is form, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+--of the age, <a href='#page101'>101.</a><br />
+--like seasoned timber, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+--, a happy, <a href='#page106'>106.</a><br />
+--'s dark cottage, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+--, take the prisoned, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+--under the ribs of death, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+Soul, pride and haughtiness of, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+--smiles at the drawn dagger, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+--, the flow of, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+--, palace of the soul, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+--is wanting there, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+--, that eye was in itself a, <a href='#page228'>228.</a><br />
+--is dead that slumbers, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+Souls, immediate jewel of their, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+--sympathize with sounds, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+--, corporations have no, <a href='#page261'>261.</a><br />
+Sound and fury, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--, persuasive, <a href='#page139'>139.</a><br />
+--, an echo to the sense, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+--the clarion, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+--, sweet is every, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Sounding brass, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+Source of sympathetic tears, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+South, o'er my ear like the sweet, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+Sow, wrong, by the ear, <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+Soweth, shall reap, as he, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+Space and time annihilate, <a href='#page149'>149.</a><br />
+Spare the rod, <a href='#page264'>264.</a><br />
+Sparks fly upward, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+Sparrow, caters for the, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--, providence in the fall of a, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+--, fall, or hero perish, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+Speak of me as I am, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+Spears into pruning-hooks, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+Speculation in those eyes, <a href='#page54'>54.</a><br />
+Speech, thought deeper than, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+Speed the going guest, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+--the parting guest, <a href='#page149'>149.</a><br />
+Spenser, renowned, <a href='#page246'>246.</a><br />
+Spin, nor toil not, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+Spirit wounded, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+--, haughty, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+--return unto God, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--indeed is willing, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+--, present in, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+--stirring drum, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+--of my dream, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+--or more welcome shade, <a href='#page149'>149.</a><br />
+Spiriting, do my, gently, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+Spirits are not finely touched, <a href='#page36'>36.</a><br />
+--from the vasty deep, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+--twain, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+Spite,-in learned doctors, <a href='#page242'>242.</a><br />
+Splenetive and rash, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Spoken at random, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+Sponge, drink no more than a, <a href='#page251'>251.</a><br />
+Spot is cursed, the, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+Springes to catch woodcocks, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Spur to pride the sides of myintent <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+Squeak as naturally as pigs, <a href='#page122'>122.</a><br />
+Stage, where every man must play, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+--, all the world's n, <a href='#page46'>46.</a><br />
+--, struts and frets his hour upon the, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--, the wonder of our, <a href='#page101'>101.</a><br />
+--, veteran on the, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+--, poor, degraded, <a href='#page242'>242.</a><br />
+Stale, Hat, and unprofitable, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+Stand and wait, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+Stanley, on, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Stanza, who pens a, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Star, love a bright, particular, <a href='#page49'>49.</a><br />
+--, thy soul was like a, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+--, stay the morning, <a href='#page211'>211.</a><br />
+Stars, shooting, attend <a href='#page105'>105.</a><br />
+--hide their diminished heads, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+--, battlements bore, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+Starts, everything by, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+State, a pillar of, <a href='#page112'>112.</a><br />
+--, what constitutes a, <a href='#page190'>190.</a><br />
+Statue that enchants the world, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+Stealth, do good by, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+Steed, farewell the neighing, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+Steel, though locked up in, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+--, my man 's as true as, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+--, grapple with hooks of, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Sticking place, screw your courage to the, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+Still to be neat, <a href='#page100'>100.</a><br />
+--achieving, still pursuing, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+Sting, O death, where is thy, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+Stir, the fretful, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+Stoicism, the Romans call it, <a href='#page186'>186.</a><br />
+Stolen, not wanting what is, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+Stomach's sake, a little wine for the, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+Stone, fling but a, <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+--, underneath this, doth lie, <a href='#page100'>100.</a><br />
+--, we raised not a, <a href='#page233'>233.</a><br />
+Stones, sermons in, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--prate of my whereabouts, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+--of Rome, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+Stories, long, dull, and old, <a href='#page197'>197.</a><br />
+Storm, pelting of this pitiless, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+--, directs the, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+Storms of life, rainbow to the, <a href='#page228'>228.</a><br />
+Story, I have none to tell, <a href='#page198'>198.</a><br />
+Strange, 't was passing, <a href='#page90'>90.</a><br />
+Strangers, to entertain, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+--, by, honored, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+Straw, tickled with a, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+Streets, a lion is in the, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+--, squeak and gibber in the, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+Strength, king's name is a tower of, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+--, lovely in your, <a href='#page225'>225.</a><br />
+Strife, dare the elements to, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+Striving to better, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+Strong, battle not to the, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--upon the stronger side, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+--without rage, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+Studies, still air of delightful, <a href='#page255'>255.</a><br />
+Study, much, is weariness, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+Stuff as dreams are made of, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+--, ambition 's made of sterner, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+Sublime, to suffer and be strong, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+--and the ridiculous, <a href='#page259'>259.</a><br />
+Success, 't is not in mortals to command, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+Suffer, how sublime to, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+Sufferance is the badge, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+Suffering ended with the day, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+--, child of, <a href='#page245'>245.</a><br />
+Suing long to bide, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+Sullenness against nature, <a href='#page254'>254.</a><br />
+Sum of more, giving thy, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Summer, made glorious, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+--of your youth, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+Summonp, upon a fearful, <a href='#page78'>78.</a><br />
+Summits, clad in colors of the air, <a href='#page164'>164.</a><br />
+Sun, no new thing under the, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+--of righteousness arise, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+--let not the, go down upon, your wrath, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--, doubt the, doth move, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+--goes round, take all the rest the, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+--, benighted walks under the midday, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+--, as the dial to the, <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+--, farthing candle to the, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+--, hail the rising, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+--, hold their glimmering taper to the, <a href='#page192'>192.</a><br />
+--. world without a, <a href='#page214'>214.</a><br />
+Sunday shines no Sabbath day, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Sunlight drinketh dew, <a href='#page237'>237.</a><br />
+Sunshine made, and in the shady place, <a href='#page97'>97.</a><br />
+Suspicion haunts the guilty mind, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+Swan on St. Mary's lake, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+--, sweet, of Avon, <a href='#page101'>101.</a><br />
+Sweet, so coldly, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+Sweet day, so cool, so calm, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+Sweetness, linked, long drawn out, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+--, waste its, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+Swift, race not to the, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--expires, a driveller, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+Swine, cast not your pearls before, <a href='#page22'>22.</a><br />
+Swoop, at one fell, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+Sword, glorious by my, <a href='#page126'>126.</a><br />
+--, another's, has laid him low, <a href='#page215'>215.</a><br />
+Sword, pen mightier than the, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Swords into plowshares, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+Syllable men's names, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+
+Table on a roar, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Take, O take those lips away, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+--her up tenderly, <a href='#page235'>235.</a><br />
+Tale that is told, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+--, and thereby hangs a, <a href='#page46'>46,</a> <a href='#page48'>48.</a><br />
+--, tedious as a twice-told, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+--, an honest, speeds best, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+--unfold, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+--, a round, linvarnished, <a href='#page90'>90.</a><br />
+--, every shepherd tells his, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+--the moon takes up the wondrous, <a href='#page138'>138.</a><br />
+--, to point a moral, or adorn a, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+--so sad, so tender, <a href='#page170'>170.</a><br />
+--, makes up life's, <a href='#page212'>212.</a><br />
+--, as 't was said to me, <a href='#page217'>217.</a><br />
+--, 't is an old, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+--, a schoolboy's, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+--which holdeth children from play, <a href='#page253'>253.</a><br />
+Talk, I never spend an hour's, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+--, ye gods, how lie will, <a href='#page133'>133.</a><br />
+Tall oaks from little acorns grow, <a href='#page247'>247.</a><br />
+Tain was glorious, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Taste of your quality, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Tear, some melodious, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+--, he gave to misery a, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+--in hor eye, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+--, betwixt a smile and, <a href='#page225'>225.</a><br />
+--, every woe can claim, <a href='#page227'>227.</a><br />
+Tears, if you have, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+--such as angels weep, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+Tears, iron, down Plato's cheek, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+--sacred source of, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+--, baptized in, <a href='#page189'>189.</a><br />
+--, too deep for, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+--, flattered to, <a href='#page233'>233.</a><br />
+--from despair, <a href='#page237'>237.</a><br />
+--, idle tears, <a href='#page237'>237.</a><br />
+Temple, nothing ill can dwell in such a, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+Temples, groves were God's first, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+Tenderly, take her up, <a href='#page235'>235.</a><br />
+Tenor, noiseless, of their way, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+Terror, there is no, in your threats, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+Text, a rivulet of, <a href='#page191'>191.</a><br />
+That it should come to this, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+Theban, talk with this learned, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+There, 't is neither here nor, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+Thespis, the first professor of our art, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+Thetis, lap of, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+They conquer love that run away, <a href='#page108'>108.</a><br />
+Thick and thin, to dash through, <a href='#page187'>187.</a><br />
+Thief in the night, will come as a, <a href='#page32'>32.</a><br />
+--doth 'fear each bush, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+Thing, acting of a dreadful, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--, never says a foolish, <a href='#page131'>131.</a><br />
+Things left undone, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+--, unutterable, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+--, God's sons are, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+Think too little, and talk too much, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+--those that, must govern, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+Thinks most, lives most, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Thorn, withering on the virgin, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Thou art the man, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+Thought, thy wish was father of that, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+--sicklied o'er with the pale cast of, <a href='#page85'>85.</a><br />
+--, would almost say her body, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+--, armor is his honest, <a href='#page99'>99.</a><br />
+--, whistled for want of, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+--, too much thinking to have common, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+--, not, one immoral, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+--, the dome of, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+--, the power of, <a href='#page229'>229.</a><br />
+--, deeper than speech, <a href='#page248'>248.</a><br />
+Thoughts, a dark soul and foul, <a href='#page118'>118.</a><br />
+--that breathe, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+--too deep for tears, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+--, great, <a href='#page236'>236.</a><br />
+Thousand, one shall become a, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+Thread of his verbosity, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+Thrift, thrift, Horatio, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+--may follow fawning, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+Thrones, dominations, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+Throng the lowest of your, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+Thumbs, by the pricking of my, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+Thunder, lightning, or in rain, <a href='#page50'>50.</a><br />
+Thwack, with many a stiff, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Thyme, whereon the wild, grows, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+Tide in the affairs of men, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+Tidings, dismal, when he frowned, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+Tie, the silken, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+Tilt at all I meet, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+Timber, seasoned, never gives, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+Time and the hour, <a href='#page50'>50.</a><br />
+--, to the last syllable of recorded, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--so hallowed and gracious, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+--, not of an age, but for all, <a href='#page101'>101.</a><br />
+--shall throw a dart at thee, <a href='#page101'>101.</a><br />
+--, how small a part of, <a href='#page109'>109.</a><br />
+--, with thee conversing, I forgot all, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+--, what will it not subdue, <a href='#page152'>152.</a><br />
+--'s noblest offspring, <a href='#page154'>154.</a><br />
+--, we take no note of, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+--toiled after him in vain, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+--adds increase to her truth, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+--has not cropt the roses, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+--, noiseless foot of, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+--count by heart-throbs, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+--, footprints on the band of, <a href='#page243'>243.</a><br />
+--has laid his hand gently, <a href='#page244'>244.</a><br />
+--, break the legs of, <a href='#page245'>245.</a><br />
+Times that try men's souls, <a href='#page259'>259.</a><br />
+Tinkling symbols, <a href='#page29'>29.</a><br />
+Toad, ugly and venomous, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+To be or not to be, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+To-day, be wise, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+Toe, on the light fantastic, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+Toil, envy, want the jail, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+--, those who think must govern those who, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+--and trouble, why all this, <a href='#page206'>206.</a><br />
+Tolerable and not to be endured, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Tomb of him who would have made glad the world, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Tombs, hark from the, <a href='#page159'>159.</a><br />
+To-morrow, boast not thyself of, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+--and to-morrow, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+--, do thy worst, <a href='#page130'>130.</a><br />
+--, already walks, <a href='#page213'>213.</a><br />
+Tongue, braggart with my, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+--Jet the canded, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--that Shakespeare spake, <a href='#page201'>201.</a><br />
+--, music's golden, <a href='#page233'>233.</a><br />
+Tongues in trees, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Too late I stayed, <a href='#page209'>209.</a><br />
+Tooth for tooth, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+--sharper than a serpent's, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+Toothache, philosopher that could endure the, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Torrent of a woman's will, <a href='#page160'>160.</a><br />
+--, roll darkling down the, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+--, and whirlwind's roar, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+Torrents, motionless, <a href='#page211'>211.</a><br />
+Touch not, taste not, <a href='#page30'>30.</a><br />
+--harmonious, <a href='#page167'>167.</a><br />
+Towered cities please us, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+Towers, the cloud-capt, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+Trade's proud empire, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+Train up a child, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+Train, a melancholy, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+Traitors, our doubts are, <a href='#page36'>36.</a><br />
+Traps, Cupid kills with, <a href='#page39'>39.</a><br />
+Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+Treasure is, your heart will be where your, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+Tree, like a green bay, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--is known by his fruit, <a href='#page23'>23.</a><br />
+Tree's inclined, as the twig is bent, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--of deepest root is found, <a href='#page184'>184.</a><br />
+Trees, tongues in, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+Tribe, the badge of our, <a href='#page42'>42.</a><br />
+--, richer than all his, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+Trick worth two of that, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+Tricks, fantastic, <a href='#page37'>37.</a><br />
+Tried, she is to blame who has been, <a href='#page151'>151.</a><br />
+Trifles light as air, <a href='#page92'>92.</a><br />
+Triton of the minnows, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+Troop, farewell the plumed, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+Trope, out there flew a, <a href='#page122'>122.</a><br />
+Trouble, war, he sung, is toil and, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+Troubles, arms against a sea of, <a href='#page84'>84.</a><br />
+Trowel, laid on with a, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+Troy, half his, was burned, <a href='#page62'>62.</a><br />
+--, fired another, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+True so sad, so tender, and so, <a href='#page170'>170.</a><br />
+Truth, doubt, to be a liar, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+--in every shepherd's tongue, <a href='#page95'>95.</a><br />
+--from pole to pole, <a href='#page138'>138.</a><br />
+--, whispering tongues can poison, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+--crushed to earth, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+--, bright countenance of, <a href='#page255'>255.</a><br />
+Turf, green be the, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+Tweedledum and Tweedledee, <a href='#page153'>153.</a><br />
+Twilight gray, in sober livery, <a href='#page113'>113.</a><br />
+Two strings to his bow, <a href='#page125'>125.</a><br />
+Type of the wise, <a href='#page204'>204.</a><br />
+
+Unadorned, adorned the most, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+Unanimity is wonderful, <a href='#page191'>191.</a><br />
+Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Uncle, O my prophetic soul I my, <a href='#page82'>82.</a><br />
+Underneath this stone doth lie, <a href='#page100'>100.</a><br />
+--sable hearse, <a href='#page101'>101.</a><br />
+Uneasy lies the head, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Unfit, for all things, <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+Unfortunate, one more, <a href='#page234'>234.</a><br />
+Unity, to dwell together in, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+Universe, born for the, <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+Unknown, too early seen, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+--, argues yourselves, <a href='#page114'>114.</a><br />
+Unseen, born to blush, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+Unwept, unhonored and unsung, <a href='#page218'>218.</a><br />
+Unwhipped of justice, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+Uses, to what base, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+Utterance of the early gods, <a href='#page234'>234.</a><br />
+Utica, no pent-up, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+
+Vale of life, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+--, meanest floweret of the, <a href='#page174'>174.</a><br />
+Valiant taste of death but once, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+Vallombrosa, leaves that strew the brooks in, <a href='#page111'>111.</a><br />
+Valor, discretion the better part, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+--is oozing out, <a href='#page191'>191.</a><br />
+Vanity and vexation of spirit, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+Vanity of vanities, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+Variety, her infinite, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+--'s the spice of life, <a href='#page185'>185.</a><br />
+Vase, you may shatter the, <a href='#page222'>222.</a><br />
+Vault, the deep, damp, <a href='#page156'>156.</a><br />
+--, fretted, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+Vaulting ambition, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+Vein, I am not in the, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+Venice, I stood in, <a href='#page225'>225.</a><br />
+Verbosity, thread of his, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+Verge enough, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+Vernal seasons of the year, <a href='#page254'>254.</a><br />
+Verse, married to immortal, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+--, wisdom married to immortal, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+Verses, for rhyme the rudder is, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Veteran, superfluous lags the, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+Vice, when, prevails, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+--is a monster, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+Vices, small, <a href='#page68'>68.</a><br />
+--, our pleasant, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+Vienna, looker-on here at, <a href='#page263'>263.</a><br />
+Victims, the little, play, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+Victorious o'er all the ills of life, <a href='#page103'>103.</a><br />
+View, when will the landscape tire the, <a href='#page163'>163.</a><br />
+Village master taught, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Villain, one murder makes a, <a href='#page183'>183.</a><br />
+Violet, nodding grows, <a href='#page40'>40.</a><br />
+--, throw a perfume on the, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+--by a mossy stone, <a href='#page200'>200.</a><br />
+Violets, breathes upon a bank of, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+--plucked ne'er grow again, <a href='#page182'>182.</a><br />
+Virtue of necessity, <a href='#page34'>34,</a> <a href='#page252'>252.</a><br />
+--, assume a, <a href='#page88'>88.</a><br />
+--is her own reward, <a href='#page135'>135.</a><br />
+--alone is happiness, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+--makes the bliss, <a href='#page175'>175.</a><br />
+--, homage that vice pays to, <a href='#page261'>261.</a><br />
+Virtue linked with one, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+Virtues, we write in water, <a href='#page67'>67.</a><br />
+--, be to her, very kind, <a href='#page134'>134.</a><br />
+Virtuous, dost think because thou art, <a href='#page35'>35.</a><br />
+Visage, on his bold, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+Visible, darkness, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+Vision, write the, and make it plain, <a href='#page110'>110.</a><br />
+--, baseless fabric of a, <a href='#page33'>33.</a><br />
+--and faculty divine, <a href='#page207'>207.</a><br />
+Visits, like angel's, <a href='#page132'>132,</a> <a href='#page215'>215.</a><br />
+--like those of angels, <a href='#page154'>154.</a><br />
+Vocation, 't is my, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+Voice, a still, small, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+--, I hear a, you cannot, <a href='#page150'>150.</a><br />
+--of nature cries from the tomb, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+--in my dreaming ear melted, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+Voices, earth with her thousand, <a href='#page211'>211.</a><br />
+Void, have left an aching, <a href='#page188'>188.</a><br />
+Volume, within that awful, <a href='#page221'>221.</a><br />
+Vote that shakes the turrets of the land, <a href='#page245'>245.</a><br />
+Voyage of their life, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+
+Waist, hands round the slight, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+Wait, they also serve who stand and, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+Walk while ye have the light, <a href='#page27'>27.</a><br />
+--of virtuous life, <a href='#page155'>155.</a><br />
+Wall, weakest goes to the, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+Want lonely, retired to die, <a href='#page167'>167.</a><br />
+Wanting, art found, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+War, let slip the dogs of, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--is toil and trouble, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+War, then was the tug of, <a href='#page138'>138.</a><br />
+--, my voice is still for, <a href='#page136'>136.</a><br />
+--to the knife, <a href='#page260'>260.</a><br />
+Warble his native wood-notes, <a href='#page120'>120.</a><br />
+Warriors feel, stern joy which, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+Watch and pray, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+Watches, our judgments as our, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+Water, unstable as, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+--, leadeth me beside the still, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--, drink no longer, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+--, smooth runs the, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+--, the conscious, saw its God, <a href='#page106'>106.</a><br />
+--everywhere, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+Waters, cast thy bread upon the, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--, the hell of, <a href='#page225'>225.</a><br />
+--, she walks the, <a href='#page229'>229.</a><br />
+Wave o' the sea, <a href='#page49'>49.</a><br />
+Waves, here shall thy proud, be stayed, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+Way of life, fallen into the sear and yellow leaf, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+--, noiseless tenor of their, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+Way, amend your, <a href='#page19'>19.</a><br />
+--of God are just, <a href='#page117'>117.</a><br />
+--, untrodden, <a href='#page200'>200.</a><br />
+We watched her breathing, <a href='#page234'>234.</a><br />
+Weakest goes to the wall, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+Weariness can snore upon the flint, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+Wearisome condition of humanity, <a href='#page95'>95.</a><br />
+Weep no more, lady <a href='#page182'>182.</a><br />
+Well, not so deep as a, <a href='#page77'>77.</a><br />
+--, not wisely, but too, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+--of English undefyled, <a href='#page97'>97.</a><br />
+Westward the course of empire, <a href='#page154'>154.</a><br />
+Whale, very like a, <a href='#page87'>87.</a><br />
+What care I how fair she be, <a href='#page102'>102.</a><br />
+--, he knew what's, <a href='#page122'>122.</a><br />
+Whatever is, is right, <a href='#page140'>140.</a><br />
+Wheel broken at the cistern, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--, who breaks a butterfly upon a <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+When shall we three meet again, <a href='#page50'>50.</a><br />
+Whereabout, prate of my, <a href='#page52'>52.</a><br />
+Wherefore, for every why he had a, <a href='#page122'>122.</a><br />
+Whining schoolboy, <a href='#page46'>46.</a><br />
+Whip, in every honest hand a, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+Whirlwind, they shall reap the, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+--, ride in the, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+Whispering lovers made, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+--, <a href='#page1'>1.</a><br /> will ne'er consent, <a href='#page232'>232.</a><br />
+Whispers of fancy, <a href='#page107'>107.</a><br />
+Whistle, clear as a, <a href='#page158'>158.</a><br />
+Whistled as he went, <a href='#page127'>127.</a><br />
+Whither thou goest I will go, <a href='#page10'>10.</a><br />
+Who builds a church to God, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+--runs may read, <a href='#page157'>157.</a><br />
+Wicked cease from troubling, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+--flee when no man pursueth, <a href='#page16'>16.</a><br />
+Wife, you are my true and honorable, <a href='#page70'>70.</a><br />
+--and children impediments to great enterprises, <a href='#page264'>264.</a><br />
+Wiles, simple, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+Will, he that complies against his, <a href='#page126'>126.</a><br />
+Will turn the current of a woman's, <a href='#page160'>160.</a><br />
+--, if she will, <a href='#page160'>160.</a><br />
+Willows, hanged our harps on the, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+Win, they laugh that, <a href='#page93'>93.</a><br />
+Wind, did fly on the wings of the, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+--, they have sown the, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+--bloweth us it listeth, <a href='#page26'>26.</a><br />
+--, sits the, in that corner, <a href='#page38'>38.</a><br />
+--, as large a charter as the, <a href='#page46'>46.</a><br />
+--, blow, thou winter, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+--, blow, come wrack, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+--and his nobility, <a href='#page60'>60.</a><br />
+--, idle, as the, <a href='#page72'>72.</a><br />
+--, blow and crack your cheeks, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+--. ill, turns none to good, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+--, shrink from sorrow's keenest, <a href='#page205'>205.</a><br />
+--, hope constantly in, <a href='#page231'>231.</a><br />
+--, God tempers the, <a href='#page259'>259.</a><br />
+Windows richly dight, <a href='#page121'>121.</a><br />
+Wine for the stomach's sake, <a href='#page31'>31.</a><br />
+--, good, needs no hush, <a href='#page48'>48.</a><br />
+--of life, <a href='#page53'>53.</a><br />
+--, O thou invisible spirit of, <a href='#page91'>91.</a><br />
+Wing dropped from an angel's, <a href='#page205'>205.</a><br />
+Wings like a dove, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--, riches make themselves, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+--, arise with healing in his, <a href='#page20'>20.</a><br />
+--, flies with swallow's, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+Winter, my age is as a lusty, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--of our discontent <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+--lingering chills the lap of May, <a href='#page177'>177.</a><br />
+Wisdom priced above rubies, <a href='#page12'>12.</a><br />
+--finds a way, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Wise in your own conceit, <a href='#page28'>28.</a><br />
+--saws and modern instances, <a href='#page47'>47.</a><br />
+--be not wordly, <a href='#page102'>102.</a><br />
+--folly to be, <a href='#page171'>171.</a><br />
+Wisely, loved not, <a href='#page94'>94.</a><br />
+Wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+--, brightest, meanest of mankind, <a href='#page142'>142.</a><br />
+Wish was father to that thought, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Wit, brevity is the soul of, <a href='#page83'>83.</a><br />
+--, his whole, in a jest, <a href='#page102'>102.</a><br />
+--, true, is nature to advantage, dressed, <a href='#page144'>144.</a><br />
+--, that can creep, <a href='#page147'>147.</a><br />
+--, a man in, <a href='#page148'>148.</a><br />
+--, accept a miracle instead of, <a href='#page158'>158.</a><br />
+Witty in myself, <a href='#page63'>63.</a><br />
+Wits' end, at their, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+--, keen encounter of our, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+--, to madness near allied, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Woe, trappings and the suits of, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+--, mockery of, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+--is life protracted, <a href='#page165'>165.</a><br />
+--, heritage of, <a href='#page228'>228.</a><br />
+--, truth denies all eloquence to, <a href='#page229'>229.</a><br />
+Wolf dwell with the lamb, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+Woman's reason, no other but a, <a href='#page34'>34.</a><br />
+--, O, I could play the, <a href='#page56'>56.</a><br />
+--, she is a, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+--in this humor wooed, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+--, an excellent thing in, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+--, frailty, thy name is, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+--, lovely, <a href='#page133'>133.</a><br />
+Woman's, nature made thee to temper man, <a href='#page132'>132.</a><br />
+--that deliberates is lost, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+--scorned, no fury like a, <a href='#page139'>139.</a><br />
+--'s at best a contradiction, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+--is at heart a rake, <a href='#page143'>143.</a><br />
+--will or won't, <a href='#page160'>160.</a><br />
+--'s will, to turn the current of a, <a href='#page160'>160.</a><br />
+--'s will, stem the torrent of a, <a href='#page160'>160.</a><br />
+--stoops to folly, <a href='#page181'>181.</a><br />
+--, nobly planned, <a href='#page202'>202.</a><br />
+--, in our hours of ease, <a href='#page219'>219.</a><br />
+--, light of a dark eye in, <a href='#page225'>225.</a><br />
+Womankind, faith in, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+Women, passing the love of, <a href='#page11'>11.</a><br />
+--'s weapons, water-drops, <a href='#page73'>73.</a><br />
+--, hear these telltale, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+--wish to be who love their lords, <a href='#page176'>176.</a><br />
+Won, showed how fields were, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Wonder, without our special, <a href='#page55'>55.</a><br />
+--grew that one small head, <a href='#page180'>180.</a><br />
+--of an hour, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+Wooed that would be, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+Wood, the deep and glooomy, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+--, one impulse, from a vernal, <a href='#page206'>206.</a><br />
+Woodcocks, springes to catch, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+Woods and pastures new, <a href='#page119'>119.</a><br />
+--, pleasure in the pathless, <a href='#page226'>226.</a><br />
+Wool, all cry and no, <a href='#page123'>123.</a><br />
+Word, for teaching me that, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+--to throw at a dog, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+Word of Cassar against the world, <a href='#page71'>71.</a><br />
+--, suit the action to the, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--, whose, no man relies on, <a href='#page131'>131.</a><br />
+--at random spoken, <a href='#page220'>220.</a><br />
+--, that fatal, <a href='#page229'>229.</a><br />
+Words, familiar as household, <a href='#page64'>64.</a><br />
+--, immodest, admit of no defence, <a href='#page131'>131.</a><br />
+--are men's daughters, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+--that burn, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+--are wise men's counters, <a href='#page233'>233.</a><br />
+World, light of the, <a href='#page21'>21.</a><br />
+--, children of the, <a href='#page86'>86.</a><br />
+--, I hold the world but as the, <a href='#page41'>41.</a><br />
+--, a good deed in a naughty, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+--, full of briers is this working-day, <a href='#page44'>44.</a><br />
+--, how wags the, <a href='#page45'>45.</a><br />
+--is given to lying, <a href='#page61'>61.</a><br />
+--of happy days, <a href='#page66'>66.</a><br />
+--, start of the majestic, <a href='#page69'>69.</a><br />
+--, uses of this, <a href='#page79'>79.</a><br />
+--, lash the rascal naked through the, <a href='#page98'>98.</a><br />
+--, give the, the lie, <a href='#page96'>96.</a><br />
+--was all before them, <a href='#page116'>116.</a><br />
+--, look round the habitable, <a href='#page129'>129.</a><br />
+--, so stands the statue that enchants the, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+--'i dread laugh, <a href='#page162'>162.</a><br />
+--, unintelligible, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+--, fever of the, <a href='#page203'>203.</a><br />
+--too much with us, <a href='#page205'>205.</a><br />
+--, I have not loved the, <a href='#page225'>225.</a><br />
+--falls, when Rome falls, <a href='#page226'>226.</a><br />
+--knows nothing of its greatest men, <a href='#page238'>238.</a><br />
+World's wide enough for thee and me, <a href='#page258'>258.</a><br />
+Worlds, mine arm should conquer twenty, <a href='#page106'>106.</a><br />
+--, wreck of matter and the crush of, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+--, exhausted, and imagined new, <a href='#page164'>164.</a><br />
+--, allured to brighter, <a href='#page179'>179.</a><br />
+Worm dieth not, <a href='#page25'>25.</a><br />
+Worms have eaten them, <a href='#page48'>48.</a><br />
+Worse, greater feeling to the, <a href='#page59'>59.</a><br />
+Worship God, he says, <a href='#page196'>196.</a><br />
+Worth, conscience of her, <a href='#page115'>115.</a><br />
+--, what is, in anything, <a href='#page124'>124.</a><br />
+--by poverty depressed, <a href='#page166'>166.</a><br />
+--makes the man, <a href='#page141'>141.</a><br />
+--, sad relic of departed, <a href='#page224'>224.</a><br />
+Wound, he jests at scars that never felt a, <a href='#page75'>75.</a><br />
+Wrack, blow wind, come, <a href='#page58'>58.</a><br />
+Wrath, soft answer turneth away, <a href='#page15'>15.</a><br />
+--, let not the sun go down upon your, <a href='#page80'>80.</a><br />
+--, nursing her, to keep it warm, <a href='#page193'>193.</a><br />
+Wreck of matter, <a href='#page137'>137.</a><br />
+Wretches, poor naked, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+--, feel what, feel, <a href='#page74'>74.</a><br />
+--hang that jurymen may dine, <a href='#page146'>146.</a><br />
+Writ, and what is, is writ, <a href='#page226'>226.</a><br />
+Writer, pen of a ready, <a href='#page18'>18.</a><br />
+Writing, true ease in, <a href='#page145'>145.</a><br />
+Wrong, always in the, <a href='#page128'>128.</a><br />
+Wrongs unredressed, <a href='#page208'>208.</a><br />
+Year, starry girdle of the, <a href='#page215'>215.</a><br />
+--, saddest days of the, <a href='#page241'>241.</a><br />
+Years, we spend our, <a href='#page14'>14.</a><br />
+--, love of life increased with, <a href='#page184'>184.</a><br />
+Years, dim with the mist of, <a href='#page223'>223.</a><br />
+--, hve in deeds, not, <a href='#page239'>239.</a><br />
+Yesterdays have lighted fools, <a href='#page57'>57.</a><br />
+Yorick! alas poor, <a href='#page89'>89.</a><br />
+York, this sun of, <a href='#page65'>65.</a><br />
+Young, and now am old, <a href='#page13'>13.</a><br />
+--, when my bosom was, <a href='#page216'>216.</a><br />
+--, and both were, <a href='#page230'>230.</a><br />
+Yours, as if her merit lessened, <a href='#page168'>168.</a><br />
+Youth, remember thy Creator, <a href='#page17'>17.</a><br />
+--in the inorn and liquid dew, <a href='#page81'>81.</a><br />
+--at the prow, <a href='#page172'>172.</a><br />
+--, gives to her mind what he steals from her, <a href='#page169'>169.</a><br />
+--to fortune and to lame unknown, <a href='#page173'>173.</a><br />
+--of labor, with an age of ease, <a href='#page178'>178.</a><br />
+--, friends in, <a href='#page210'>210.</a><br />
+</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> This song; is found in "The Bloody Brother, or Rollo, Duke
+of Normandy," by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act 5, Sc. 2, with the following
+additional stanza:
+</p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Hide, O hide those hills of snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which thy frozen bosom bears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On whose tops the fruits that grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are of those that April wears;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But first set my poor heart free.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bound in those icy chains for thee."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+There has been much controversy about the authorship, but the more
+probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by
+Fletcher.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> These lines occur also in "The Witch" of Thomas
+Middleton, Act 5, Sc. 2, and it is uncertain to which the
+priority should be ascribed.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of
+"The Soul's Errand," long attributed to Raleigh.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently
+assigned to Barnfield, and it is found in his collection
+of Poems, published between 1594 and 1598.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Lympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit.&mdash;<i>Latin Poems</i></p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> "The moon is made of a green cheese"
+<i>Jack Jugler</i>, p. 46.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> "Non amo te, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare;
+Hoc tautum possum dicere, non amo te."
+<i>Martial</i>, Ep. I. xxxiii.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> See Hudibras, Part ii. Canto ii. line 698. Mr. Macaulay
+thinks that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to
+the gray mares of Flanders over the finest coach-horses of
+England.&mdash;History of England, Vol. I. Ch. 3.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> This line has been frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is
+found in the Dunciad, Book iii., line 261.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> Malone states that this was the first time the phrase
+<i>classic ground</i>, since so common, was ever used.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> From Charron (de la Sagesse):&mdash;"La vraye science et
+le vray etude de l'homme c'est l'homme."</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 83.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> "Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and
+Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine." Byrom's Remains (Cheltenham
+Soc), Vol. I. p 173. The last two lines have been attributed to Switt
+and Pope. <i>Vide</i> Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> "Ils n'emploient les paroles que pour deguiser leurs
+pens&eacute;es "&mdash;<i>Voltaire</i>.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> Imitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part I.,
+Introduction, and taken originally from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy,
+Part III. Sec. 2. Mem. 1. Subs 2. "But to enlarge or illustrate this
+power or effects of love is to set a candle in the sun."</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> The authorship both of the words and music of "God save the
+King" has long been a matter of dispute, and is still unsettled, though
+the weight of the evidence is in favor of Carey's claim.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on
+the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:
+"Where is the man who has the power and skill
+To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
+For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;
+And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't."</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> This line was altered, after the second edition, to "O
+Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> The Universal Love of Pleasure, line 1: "All human race,
+from China to Peru, Pleasure, however disguised by art, pursue." <i>Rev.
+Thos. Warton</i>.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> "God the first garden made, and the first city Cain."&mdash;Cowley</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> "Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend
+in prayer, the rest on nature fix."&mdash;<i>Sir Edward Coke</i>.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> The exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century is
+recorded by the Venerable Bede</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> "Solitudinem fociunt&mdash;pacem appellant."
+&mdash;<i>Tacitus, Agricola</i>, cap. 30.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> See Butler&mdash;Hudibras, <i>ante</i>, p. 125.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> This line is quoted by Pope, in the 1st Epistle of
+Horace, Book ii,&mdash;"Praise undeserved is <i>Scandal</i> in disguise."</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> This expression is of much Creator antiquity, it appears in
+the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, from 1066 to 1176, page 27, Lower's
+Translation, and also in Piers Ploughman's Vision, line 13994.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> "Good witts will jumpe."&mdash;<i>Dr. Couqham,
+Camden Soc. Pub.</i>, p.20</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> "Dieu mesure le vent a la brebis tondue."&mdash;<i>Henri
+Estienne</i>. <i>Premices</i>. etc., p. 47, a collection of proverbs, published
+in 1594.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> Probably the original of Napoleon's celebrated mot,
+"Du sublime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas."</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Familiar Quotations, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Familiar Quotations
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: John Bartlett
+
+Release Date: September 23, 2005 [EBook #16732]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Chuck Greif and Pat Saumell
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Familiar Quotations
+
+A COLLECTION OF FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS.
+
+WITH
+
+COMPLETE INDICES OF AUTHORS AND SUBJECTS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+NEW YORK: HURST & COMPANY, PUBLISHERS.
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+The object of this work is to show, to some extent, the obligations our
+language owes to various authors for numerous phrases and familiar
+quotations which have become "household words."
+
+This Collection, originally made without any view of publication, has
+been considerably enlarged by additions from an English work on a
+similar plan, and is now sent forth with the hope that it may be found a
+convenient book of reference.
+
+Though perhaps imperfect in some respects, it is believed to possess the
+merit of accuracy, as the quotations have been taken from the original
+sources.
+
+Should this be favorably received, endeavors will be made to make it
+more worthy of the approbation of the public in a future edition.
+
+
+
+
+INDEX OF AUTHORS.
+
+Addison, Joseph
+Akenside, Mark
+Aldrich, James
+Austin, Mrs. Sarah
+Bacon, Francis
+Bailey, Philip James
+Barbauld, Mrs
+Barnfield, Richard
+Barrett, Eaton Stannard
+Basse, William
+Baxter, Richard
+Beattie, James
+Beaumont, Francis
+Berkeley, Bishop
+Blair, Robert
+Bolingbroke, Lord
+Booth, Barton
+Brown, Tom
+Brown, John
+Bryant, William Cullen
+Bunyan, John
+Burns, Robert
+Butler, Samuel
+Byrom, John
+Byron, Lord
+Campbell, Thomas
+Canning, George
+Carew, Thomas
+Carey, Henry
+Cervantes, Miguel de
+Charles II
+Churchill, Charles
+Cibber, Colley
+Coke, Lord
+Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
+Collins, William
+Colman, George
+Congreve, William
+Cotton, Nathaniel
+Cowley, Abraham
+Cowper, William
+Crabbe, George
+Cranch, Christopher P.
+Crashaw, Richard
+Defoe, Daniel
+Dekker, Thomas
+Denham, Sir John
+Doddridge, Philip
+Dodsley, Robert
+Donne, Dr. John
+Drake, Joseph Rodman
+Dryden, John
+Dyer, John
+Everett, David
+Franklin, Benjamin
+Fletcher, Andrew
+Fouche, Joseph
+Fuller, Thomas
+Garrick, David
+Gay, John
+Goldsmith, Oliver
+Grafton, Richard
+Gray, Thomas
+Green, Matthew
+Greene, Albert G.
+Greville, Fulke (Lord Brooke)
+Halleck, Fitz-Greene
+Herbert, George
+Herrick, Robert
+Hervey, Thomas K.
+Hill, Aaron
+Hobbes, Thomas
+Holy Scriptures
+Holmes, Oliver Wendell
+Home, John
+Hood, Thomas
+Hopkinson, Joseph
+Irving, Washington
+Johnson, Samuel
+Jones, Sir William
+Jonson, Ben
+Keats, John
+Key, F.S.
+Kempis, Thomas a
+Lamb, Charles
+Langhorn, John
+Lee, Nathaniel
+L'Estrange, Roger
+Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
+Lowell, James Russell
+Lovelace, Sir Richard
+Lyttelton, Lord
+Lytton, Edward Bulwer
+Macaulay, Thomas Babington
+Marlowe, Christopher
+Mickle, William Julius
+Milnes, Richard Monckton
+Milton, John,
+Montague, Lady Mary Wortley
+Montrose, Marquis of
+Moore, Edward
+Moore, Thomas
+Morris, Charles
+Morton, Thomas
+Moss, Thomas
+Norris, John
+Otway, Thomas
+Paine, Thomas
+Palafox, Don Joseph
+Parnell, Thomas
+Percy, Thomas
+Philips, John
+Pollok, Robert
+Pope, Alexander
+Porteus, Beilby
+Prior, Matthew
+Proctor, Bryan Walter
+Quarles, Francis
+Rabelais, Francis
+Raleigh, Sir Walter
+Randolph, John
+Rochefoucauld, Duc de
+Rochester, Earl of
+Rogers, Samuel
+Roscommon, Earl of
+Rowe, Nicholas
+Savage, Richard
+Scott, Sir Walter
+Sewall, Jonathan M.
+Sewell, Dr. George
+Shakespeare, William
+Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire
+Shenstone, William
+Sheridan, Richard Brinsley
+Shirley, James
+Sidney, Sir Philip
+Smollett, Tobias
+Southern, Thomas
+Southey, Robert
+Spencer, William R.
+Spenser, Edmund
+Sprague, Charles
+Steers, Miss Fanny
+Sterne, Laurence
+Suckling, Sir John
+Swift, Jonathan
+Sylvester, Joshua
+Taylor, Henry
+Tennyson, Alfred
+Tertullian
+Theobald, Louis
+Thomson, James
+Thrale, Mrs
+Tickell, Thomas
+Trumbull, John
+Tuke, Sir Samuel
+Tusser, Thomas
+Uhland, John Louis
+Walcott John (Peter Pindar)
+Waller, Edmund
+Warburton, Thomas
+Watts, Isaac
+Wither, George
+Wolfe, Charles
+Woodsworth, Samuel
+Wordsworth, William
+Wotton, Sir Henry
+Young, Edward
+
+
+
+
+A COLLECTION OF FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+HOLY SCRIPTURES.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+OLD TESTAMENT.
+
+
+Genesis ii. 18.
+
+It is not good that the man should be alone
+
+
+Genesis iii. 19.
+
+For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.
+
+
+Genesis iv. 9.
+
+Am I my brother's keeper?
+
+
+Genesis iv. 13.
+
+My punishment is greater than I can bear
+
+
+Genesis ix. 6.
+
+Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed.
+
+
+Genesis xvi. 12.
+
+His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him.
+
+
+
+Genesis xlii. 38.
+
+Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
+
+
+Genesis xlix. 4.
+
+Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel.
+
+
+Deuteronomy xix. 21.
+
+Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.
+
+
+Deuteronomy xxxii. 10.
+
+He kept him as the apple of his eye.
+
+
+Judges xvi. 9.
+
+The Philistines be upon thee, Samson.
+
+
+Ruth i. 16.
+
+For whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge:
+thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.
+
+
+Samuel xiii. 14.
+
+A man after his own heart.
+
+
+Samuel i. 20.
+
+Tell it not in Gath; publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon
+
+
+Samuel i. 23.
+
+Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their
+death they were not divided.
+
+
+Samuel i. 25.
+
+How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle!
+
+
+Samuel i. 26.
+
+Very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful,
+passing the love of women.
+
+
+Samuel xii. 7.
+
+And Nathan said to David, Thou art the man.
+
+
+Kings ix, 7.
+
+A proverb and a by-word among all people,
+
+
+Kings xviii. 21.
+
+How long halt ye between two opinions?
+
+
+Kings xviii. 44.
+
+Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
+
+
+Kings xix. 12.
+
+A still, small voice.
+
+
+Kings xx. 11.
+
+Let not him that girdeth on his harness boast himself as he that putteth
+it off.
+
+
+Kings iv. 40.
+
+There is death in the pot.
+
+
+Job i. 21.
+
+The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the
+Lord.
+
+
+Job iii. 17.
+
+There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest.
+
+
+Job v. 7.
+
+Yet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward.
+
+
+Job xvi. 2.
+
+Miserable comforters are ye all.
+
+
+Job xix. 25.
+
+I know that my Redeemer liveth.
+
+
+Job xxviii. 18.
+
+The price of wisdom is above-rubies.
+
+
+Job xxix. 15.
+
+I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.
+
+
+Job xxxi. 35.
+
+That mine adversary had written a book.
+
+
+Job xxxviii. 11.
+
+Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves
+be stayed.
+
+
+Psalm xvi. 6.
+
+The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places.
+
+
+Psalm xviii. 10.
+
+Yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
+
+
+Psalm xxiii. 2.
+
+He maketh me to lie down in green pastures he leadeth me beside the
+still waters.
+
+
+Psalm xxiii. 4.
+
+Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
+
+
+Psalm xxxvii. 25.
+
+I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous
+forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
+
+
+Psalm xxxvii. 35.
+
+Spreading himself like a green bay tree.
+
+
+Psalm xxxvii. 37.
+
+Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright.
+
+
+Psalm xxxix. 3.
+
+While I was musing the fire burned.
+
+
+Psalm xlv. 1.
+
+My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
+
+
+Psalm lv. 6.
+
+Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
+
+
+Psalm lxxii. 9.
+
+His enemies shall lick the dust.
+
+
+Psalm lxxxv. 10.
+
+Mercy and truth are met together: righteousness and peace have kissed
+each other.
+
+
+
+Psalm xc. 9.
+
+We spend our years as a tale that is told.
+
+
+Psalm cvii. 27.
+
+They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their
+wit's end.
+
+
+Psalm cxxvii. 2.
+
+He giveth his beloved sleep.
+
+
+Psalm cxxxiii. 1.
+
+Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together
+in unity!
+
+
+Psalm cxxxvii. 5.
+
+If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
+
+
+Psalm cxxxvii. 2.
+
+We hanged our harps on the willows.
+
+
+Psalm cxxxix. 14.
+
+For I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
+
+
+Proverbs iii. 17.
+
+Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.
+
+
+Proverbs xi. 14.
+
+In the multitude of counsellors there is safety.
+
+
+Proverbs xiii. 12.
+
+Hope deferred maksth the heart sick.
+
+
+Proverbs xiv. 9.
+
+Fools make a mock at sin.
+
+
+Proverbs xiv. 10.
+
+The heart knoweth his own bitterness.
+
+
+Proverbs xiv. 34.
+
+Righteousness exalteth a nation.
+
+
+Proverbs xv. 1.
+
+A soft answer turneth away wrath.
+
+
+Proverbs xv. 17.
+
+Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred
+therewith.
+
+
+Proverbs xvi. 18.
+
+Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.
+
+
+Proverbs xvi. 31.
+
+The hoary head is a crown of glory.
+
+
+Proverbs xviii. 14.
+
+A wounded spirit who can bear?
+
+
+Proverbs xxii. 6.
+
+Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not
+depart from it.
+
+
+Proverbs xxiii. 5.
+
+For riches certainly make themselves wings.
+
+
+Proverbs xxiv. 33.
+
+Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to
+sleep.
+
+Proverbs xxv. 22.
+
+For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head.
+
+
+Proverbs xxvi. 13.
+
+There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.
+
+
+Proverbs xxvii. 1.
+
+Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may
+bring forth.
+
+
+Proverbs xxviii. 1.
+
+The wicked flee when no man pursueth.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes i. 9.
+
+There is no new thing under the sun.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes i. 14.
+
+All is vanity and vexation of spirit.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes v. 12.
+
+The sleep of a laboring man is sweet.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes vii. 2.
+
+It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of
+feasting.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes vii. 16.
+
+Be not righteous overmuch
+
+
+Ecclesiastes ix. 4.
+
+For a living dog is better than a dead lion,
+
+
+Ecclesiastes ix. 10.
+
+Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes ix. 11.
+
+The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xi. 1.
+
+Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 1.
+
+Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 5.
+
+And the grasshopper shall be a burden.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 5.
+
+Man goeth to his long home.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 6.
+
+Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the
+pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 7.
+
+Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall
+return unto God who gave it.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 8.
+
+Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher; all is vanity.
+
+
+Ecclesiastes xii. 12.
+
+Of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of
+the flesh.
+
+
+Isaiah xi. 6.
+
+The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down
+with the kid.
+
+
+Isaiah xxviii. 10.
+
+Precept upon precept; line upon line: here a little, and there a little.
+
+
+Isaiah xxxviii. 1.
+
+Set thine house in order.
+
+
+Isaiah xl. 6.
+
+All flesh is grass.
+
+
+Isaiah xl. 15.
+
+Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the
+small dust of the balance.
+
+
+Isaiah xlii. 3.
+
+A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not
+quench.
+
+
+Isaiah liii. 7.
+
+He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter.
+
+
+Isaiah lx. 22.
+
+A little one shall become a thousand, and a small one a strong nation.
+
+
+Isaiah lxi. 3.
+
+To give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the
+garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
+
+
+Isaiah lxiv. 6.
+
+We all do fade as a leaf.
+
+
+Jeremiah vii. 3.
+
+Amend your ways and your doings.
+
+
+Jeremiah viii. 22.
+
+Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there?
+
+
+Jeremiah xiii. 23.
+
+Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots?
+
+
+Ezekiel xviii. 2.
+
+The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on
+edge.
+
+
+Daniel v. 27.
+
+Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.
+
+
+Daniel vi. 12.
+
+The thing is true, according to the law of the Medes and Persians, which
+altereth not.
+
+
+Hosea viii. 7.
+
+For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.
+
+
+Micah iv. 3.
+
+And they shall beat their swords into plough-shares, and their spears
+into pruning-hooks.
+
+
+Micah iv. 4.
+
+But they shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree.
+
+
+Habakkuk ii. 2.
+
+Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that
+readeth it.
+
+
+Malachi iv. 2.
+
+But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with
+healing in his wings.
+
+
+Ecelesiasticus xiii. 1.
+
+He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.
+
+
+Ecelesiasticus xiii. 7.
+
+He will laugh thee to scorn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+COMMON PRAYER.
+
+Morning Prayer.
+
+We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we
+have done those things which we ought not to have done.
+
+
+
+Psalm cv. 18.
+
+The iron entered into his soul. Collect for the Second Sunday in Advent.
+Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.
+
+
+The Burial Service.
+
+In the midst of life we are in death. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
+dust to dust.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+NEW TESTAMENT.
+
+
+Matthew ii. 18.
+
+Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because
+they are not.
+
+
+Matthew iv. 4.
+
+Man shall not live by bread alone.
+
+
+Matthew v. 13.
+
+Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savor,
+wherewith shall it be salted?
+
+
+Matthew v. 14.
+
+Ye are the light of the world. A city set upon a hill cannot be hid.
+
+
+Matthew vi. 3.
+
+But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand
+doeth.
+
+
+Matthew vi. 21.
+
+Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
+
+
+Matthew vi. 24.
+
+Ye cannot serve God and Mammon.
+
+
+Matthew vi. 28.
+
+Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither
+do they spin.
+
+
+Matthew vi. 34.
+
+Take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow shall take
+thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil
+thereof.
+
+
+Matthew vii. 6.
+
+Neither cast ye your pearls before swine.
+
+
+Matthew vii. 7.
+
+Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it
+shall be opened unto you.
+
+
+Matthew viii. 20.
+
+The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son
+of Man hath not where to lay his head.
+
+
+Matthew ix. 37.
+
+The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few.
+
+
+Matthew x. 16.
+
+Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.
+
+
+Matthew x. 30.
+
+But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
+
+
+Matthew xii. 33.
+
+The tree is known by his fruit.
+
+
+Matthew xii. 34.
+
+Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.
+
+
+Matthew xiii. 57.
+
+A prophet is not without honor, save in his own country, and in his own
+house.
+
+
+Matthew xiv. 27.
+
+Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.
+
+
+Matthew xv. 14.
+
+And if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.
+
+
+Matthew xv. 27.
+
+Yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table.
+
+
+Matthew xvi. 23.
+
+Get thee behind me, Satan.
+
+
+Matthew xvi. 26.
+
+For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose
+his own soul?
+
+
+Matthew xvii. 4.
+
+It is good for us to be here.
+
+
+Matthew xix. 6.
+
+What therefore God hath joined together let not man put asunder.
+
+
+Matthew xix. 24.
+
+It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a
+rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.
+
+
+Matthew xx. 15.
+
+Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own?
+
+
+Matthew xxii. 14.
+
+For many are called, but few are chosen.
+
+
+Matthew xxiii. 24.
+
+Ye blind guides! which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel.
+
+
+Matthew xxiii. 27.
+
+For ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful
+outward, but are within full of dead men's bones.
+
+
+Matthew xxiv. 28.
+
+For wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered
+together.
+
+
+Matthew xxv. 29.
+
+Unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance:
+but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.
+
+
+Matthew xxvi. 41.
+
+Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is
+willing, but the flesh is weak.
+
+
+Mark iv. 9.
+
+He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.
+
+
+Mark v. 9.
+
+My name is Legion.
+
+
+Mark ix. 44.
+
+Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.
+
+
+Luke iii. 9.
+
+And now also the ax is laid unto the root of the trees.
+
+
+Luke iv. 23.
+
+Physician, heal thyself.
+
+
+Luke x. 37.
+
+Go, and do thou likewise.
+
+
+Luke x. 42.
+
+But one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen that good part, which
+shall not be taken away from her.
+
+
+Luke xi. 23.
+
+He that is not with me is against me.
+
+
+Luke xii. 19.
+
+And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many
+years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.
+
+
+Luke xii. 35.
+
+Let your loins be girded about, and your lights burning.
+
+
+Luke xvi. 8.
+
+For the children of this world are in their generation wiser than the
+children of light.
+
+
+Luke xvii. 2.
+
+It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and
+he cast into the sea.
+
+
+Luke xvii. 32.
+
+Remember Lot's wife.
+
+
+Luke xix. 22.
+
+Out of thine own mouth will I judge thee.
+
+
+John i. 29.
+
+Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world!
+
+
+John i. 46.
+
+Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth?
+
+
+John iii. 3.
+
+Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.
+
+
+John iii. 8.
+
+The wind bloweth where it listeth.
+
+
+John v. 35. He was a burning and a shining light.
+
+
+John vi. 12.
+
+Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
+
+
+John vii. 24.
+
+Judge not according to the appearance.
+
+
+John xii. 8.
+
+For the poor always ye have with you.
+
+
+John xii, 35.
+
+Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you.
+
+
+John xiv. 1.
+
+Let not your heart be troubled.
+
+
+John xiv. 2.
+
+In my Father's house are many mansions.
+
+
+John xv. 13.
+
+Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his
+friends.
+
+
+Acts ix. 5.
+
+It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
+
+
+Acts xx. 35.
+
+It is more blessed to give than to receive.
+
+
+Romans ii. 11.
+
+For there is no respect of persons with God.
+
+
+Romans vi. 23.
+
+For the wages of sin is death.
+
+
+Romans viii. 28.
+
+And we know that all things work together or good to them that love God.
+
+
+Romans xii. 16.
+
+Be not wise in your own conceits.
+
+
+Romans xii. 20.
+
+Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink:
+for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.
+
+
+Romans xii. 21.
+
+Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
+
+
+Romans xiii. 1.
+
+The powers that be are ordained of God,
+
+
+Romans xiii. 7.
+
+Render therefore to all their dues.
+
+
+Romans xiii. 10.
+
+Love is the fulfilling of the law.
+
+
+Romans xiv. 5.
+
+Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.
+
+
+1 Corinthians iii. 6.
+
+I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase.
+
+
+1 Corinthians iii. 13.
+
+Every man's work shall be made manifest,
+
+
+1 Corinthians v. 3.
+
+Absent in body, but present in spirit.
+
+
+1 Corinthians v. 6.
+
+Know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump?
+
+
+1 Corinthians vii. 31.
+
+For the fashion of this world passeth away,
+
+
+1 Corinthians ix. 22.
+
+I am made all things to all men.
+
+
+1 Corinthians x. 12.
+
+Wherefore let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xiii. 1.
+
+As sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xiii. 11.
+
+When I was a child I spake as a child.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xiii. 12.
+
+For now we see through a glass, darkly.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xv. 33.
+
+Be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xv. 47.
+
+The first man is of the earth, earthy.
+
+
+1 Corinthians xv. 55.
+
+O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
+
+
+2 Corinthians v. 7.
+
+We walk by faith, not by sight.
+
+
+2 Corinthians vi. 2.
+
+Behold, now is the accepted time,
+
+
+2 Corinthians vi. 8.
+
+By evil report and good report.
+
+
+Galatians vi. 5.
+
+For every man shall bear his own burden,
+
+
+Galatians vi. 7.
+
+Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
+
+
+Ephesians iv. 26.
+
+Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.
+
+
+Philippians i. 21.
+
+For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.
+
+
+Colossians ii. 21.
+
+Touch not; taste not; handle not.
+
+
+1 Thessalonians i. 3.
+
+Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labor of love.
+
+
+1 Thessalonians v. 21.
+
+Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.
+
+
+1 Timothy iii. 3,
+
+Not greedy of filthy lucre.
+
+
+1 Timothy v. 18.
+
+The laborer is worthy of his reward.
+
+
+1 Timothy v. 23.
+
+Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake.
+
+
+1 Timothy vi. 10.
+
+For the love of money is the root of all evil.
+
+
+2 Timothy iv. 7.
+
+I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the
+faith.
+
+
+Titus i. 15.
+
+Unto the pure all things are pure.
+
+
+Hebrews xi. 1.
+
+Now faith is the substance of things hoped' for, the evidence of things
+not seen.
+
+
+Hebrews xii. 6.
+
+For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.
+
+
+Hebrews xiii. 2.
+
+Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have
+entertained angels unawares.
+
+
+James i. 12.
+
+Blessed is the man that endureth temptation for when he is tried he
+shall receive the crown of life.
+
+
+James iii. P
+
+Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!
+
+
+James iv. 7.
+
+Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.
+
+
+1 Peter iv. 8.
+
+Charity shall cover the multitude of sins.
+
+
+1 Peter v. 8.
+
+Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring
+lion, walketh about seeking whom he may devour.
+
+
+2 Peter iii. 10.
+
+But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night.
+
+
+1 John iv. 18.
+
+There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.
+
+
+Revelation ii. 10.
+
+Be thou faithful unto death.
+
+
+Revelation ii. 27.
+
+He shall rule them with a rod of iron.
+
+
+Revelation xxii. 13.
+
+I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SHAKESPEARE.
+
+
+TEMPEST.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
+temple:
+If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
+Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+I will be correspondent to command,
+And do my spiriting gently.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+A very ancient and fishlike smell.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Our revels row are ended: these our actors,
+As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
+Are melted into air, into thin air:
+And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
+The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
+The solemn temples, the great globe itself
+Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
+And, like an insubstantial pageant faded,
+Leave not a rack behind.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+We are such stuff
+As dreams are made of, and our little life
+Is rounded with a sleep.
+
+
+TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+I have no other but a woman's reason;
+I think him so, because I think him so.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+To make a virtue of necessity.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 4.
+
+Is she not passing fair?
+
+
+MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Why, then the world's mine oyster,
+Which I with sword will open.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+They say, there is divinity in odd numbers,
+either in nativity, chance, or death.
+
+
+TWELFTH NIGHT.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+If music be the food of love, play on,
+Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
+The appetite may sicken, and so die.--
+That strain again--it had a dying fall;
+O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
+That breathes upon a bank of violets,
+Stealing and giving odor.
+
+
+Act i. Sc, 3.
+
+I am sure care's an enemy to life.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
+Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Dost thou think, because them art virtuous,
+there shall be no more cakes and ale?
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+She never told her love,
+But let concealment, like a worm in the bud,
+Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
+And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
+She sat, like Patience on a monument,
+Smiling at grief.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
+In the contempt and anger of his lip!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Love sought is good, but given unsought is
+better.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc, 2.
+
+Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though
+thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Some are born great, some achieve greatness,
+and some have greatness thrust upon them.
+
+
+MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Spirits are not finely touched
+But to fine issues.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+Our doubts are traitors,
+And make us lose the good we oft might win,
+By fearing to attempt.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+O, it is excellent
+To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
+To use it like a giant.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+But man, proud man!
+Drest in a little brief authority,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven
+As make the angels weep.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+The miserable have no other medicine,
+But only hope.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+The sense of death is most in apprehension;
+And the poor beetle that we tread upon
+In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
+As when a giant dies.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
+To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Take, O take those lips away,
+That so sweetly were forsworn;
+And those eyes, the break of day,
+Lights that do mislead the morn;
+But my kisses bring again,
+Seals of love, but sealed in vain.[1]
+
+[Note 1: This song; is found in "The Bloody Brother, or Rollo, Duke
+of Normandy," by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act 5, Sc. 2, with the following
+additional stanza:
+
+    "Hide, O hide those hills of snow,
+    Which thy frozen bosom bears,
+    On whose tops the fruits that grow
+    Are of those that April wears;
+    But first set my poor heart free.
+    Bound in those icy chains for thee."
+
+There has been much controversy about the authorship, but the more
+probable opinion seems to be that the second stanza was added by
+Fletcher.]
+
+
+MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+He hath indeed better bettered expectation.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Friendship is constant in all other things,
+Save in the office and affairs of love.
+Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;
+Let every eye negotiate for itself,
+And trust no other agent.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Silence is the perfectest herald of joy; I were but little happy, if I
+could say how much.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Sits the wind in that corner?
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+When I said I should die a bachelor, I did
+not think I should live till I were married.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Some, Cupid kills with arrows, some with
+traps.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Everyone can master a grief, but he that
+Lath it.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Are you good men and true?
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Comparisons are odorous.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+O that he were here to write me down--an ass!
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+A fellow that had losses.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+For there was never yet philosopher
+That could endure the toothache patiently.
+
+
+MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+But earthly happier is the rose distilled
+Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn
+Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
+Could ever hear by tale or history,
+The course of true love never did run smooth.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
+And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+A proper man as any one shall see in a summer's day.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+In maiden meditation, fancy free.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+I'll put a girdle round about the earth
+In forty minutes.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
+Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+So we grew together,
+Like to a double cherry, seeming parted.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
+Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
+And as imagination bodies forth
+The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
+Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing
+A local habitation and a name.
+
+
+LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+A merrier man,
+Within the limit of becoming mirth,
+I never spent an hour's talk withal.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+He draweth the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his
+argument.
+
+
+MERCHANT OF VENICE.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;
+A stage, where every man must play a part,
+And mine a sad one.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Why should a man, whose blood is warm
+within,
+Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+I am Sir Oracle,
+And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
+
+
+Act i, Sc. 1.
+
+Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing; more than any man in all
+Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of
+chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them: and, when you have
+them, they are not worth the search.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Even there, where merchants most do congregate.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe,
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Many a time, and oft,
+the Rialto, have you rated me.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+It is a wise father that knows his own child.
+
+
+Act ii, Sc. 6.
+
+All things that are,
+Are with more spirits chased than enjoyed.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+All that glisters is not gold.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not
+a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses,
+affections, passions?
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 5.
+
+Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall
+into Charybdis, your mother.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting
+thee twice?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+The quality of mercy is not strained;
+It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven
+Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
+It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes,
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+A Daniel come to judgment.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Is it so nominated in the bond.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I cannot find it; 'tis not in the bond?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+I have thee on the hip
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+The man that hath no music in himself,
+Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
+Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+How far that little candle throws his beams!
+So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+AS YOU LIKE IT.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+My pride fell with my fortunes.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+_Cel_. Not a word?
+_Ros_. Not one to throw at a dog.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+O how full of briers is this working-day world!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Sweet are the uses of adversity,
+Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
+Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+And this our life, exempt from public haunts,
+Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
+Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament,
+As wordlings do, giving thy sum of more
+To that which had too much."
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+And He that doth the ravens feed,
+Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
+Be comfort to my age!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+For in my youth I never did apply
+Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
+Frosty, but kindly.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+And railed on lady Fortune in good terms,
+In good set terms....
+And looking on it with lack-luster eye,
+"Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the
+world wags.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
+And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
+And thereby hangs a tale."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Motley's the only wear.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+If ladies be but young and fair,
+They have the gift to know it.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+I must have liberty
+Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
+To blow on whom I please.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+The why is plain as way to parish church.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+All the world's a stage
+And all the men and women merely players:
+They have their exits and their entrances,
+And one man in his time plays many parts
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And then, the whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
+And shining morning face, creeping like snail
+Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover,
+Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
+Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
+Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
+Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
+Seeking the bubble reputation
+Even in the cannon's mouth And then the justice,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Full of wise saws and modern instances,
+And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
+Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Last scene of all,
+That ends this strange, eventful history,
+Is second childishness, and mere oblivion.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 7.
+
+Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
+Thou art not so unkind
+As man's ingratitude.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 8.
+
+Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me
+sad.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for
+love.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+Pacing through the forest,
+Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's
+eyes!
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+Your _If_ is the only peacemaker; much
+virtue in _If_.
+
+
+Epilogue.
+
+Good wine needs no bush.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TAMING OF THE SHREW.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc.  1,
+
+And thereby hangs a tale.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+My cake is dough.
+
+
+WINTER'S TALE.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+A merry heart goes all the day,
+Your sad tires in a mile-a.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+Daffodils,
+That come before the swallow dares, and take
+The winds of March with beauty; violets, dim,
+But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
+Or Cytherea's breath.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+When you do dance, I wish you
+A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
+Nothing but that.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+It were all one,
+That I should love a bright, particular star,
+And think to wed it, he is so above me.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Praising what is lost
+Makes the remembrance dear.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+COMEDY OF ERRORS.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+They brought one Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain,
+A mere anatomy.
+
+
+MACBETH.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+When shall we three meet again,
+In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
+And these are of them.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Two truths are told,
+As happy prologues to the swelling act
+Of the imperial theme.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Present fears
+Are less than horrible imaginings.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Come what come may,
+Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Nothing in his life
+Became him like the leaving it.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+There's no art
+To find the mind's construction in the face.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+Yet I do fear thy nature;
+It is too full of the milk of human kindness
+To catch the nearest way.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
+May read strange matters.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
+It were done quickly.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+That but this blow
+Might be the be-all and the end-all here.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+This even-handed justice
+Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
+To our own lips.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+Besides, this Duncan
+Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
+So clear in his great office, that his virtues
+Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
+The deep damnation of his taking off.
+
+
+Act i. Sc, 7.
+
+I have no spur
+To prick the sides of my intent, but only
+Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
+And falls on the other--.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+I have bought
+Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+Letting _I dare not_ wait upon _I would_.
+
+Like the poor cat i' the adage.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+I dare do all that may become a man;
+Who dares do more, is none.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 7.
+
+But screw your courage to the sticking-place.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Is this a dagger which I see before me,
+The handle towards my hand?
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Thou sure and firm-set earth,
+Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
+The very stones prate of my whereabout.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+For it is a knell
+That summons thee to heaven or to hell!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+The attempt, and not the deed,
+Confound us.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Infirm of purpose!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+The labor we delight in, physics pain.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
+Is left this vault to brag of.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
+Was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc, 1.
+
+Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
+And put a barren scepter in my gripe,
+Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
+No son of mine succeeding.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+_Mur_. We are men, my liege.
+_Mac_. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+We have scotched the snake, not killed it.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Duncan is in his grave!
+After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined bound in
+To saucy doubts and fears.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Now good digestion wait on appetite,
+And health on both!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake
+Thy gory locks at me.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
+Which thou dost glare with!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+What man dare, I dare.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
+Shall never tremble.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Stand not upon the order of your going,
+But go at once.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Can such things be,
+And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
+Without our special wonder?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Black spirits and white,
+Red spirits and gray,
+Mingle, mingle, mingle,
+You that mingle may.[2]
+
+[Note 2: These lines occur also in "The Witch" of Thomas
+Middleton, Act 5, Sc. 2, and it is uncertain to which the
+priority should be ascribed.]
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+By the pricking of my thumbs,
+Something wicked this way comes.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+A deed without a name.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+I'll make assurance double sure,
+And take a bond of fate.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Show his eyes, and grieve his heart!
+Come like shadows, so depart.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
+Unless the deed go with it.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,
+At one fell swoop?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+I cannot but remember such things were,
+That were most precious to me.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+O, I could play the woman with mine eyes,
+And braggart with my tongue!
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+My way of life
+Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf;
+And that which should accompany old age,
+As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
+I must not look to have; but, in their stead,
+Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,
+Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Not so sick, my lord,
+As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
+That keep her from her rest.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
+Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
+Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
+And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
+Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
+Which weighs upon the heart?
+
+
+Act v. Sc, 3.
+
+Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+I would applaud thee to the very echo,
+That should applaud again.
+
+
+Act v, Sc. 5.
+
+Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
+The cry is still, _They come_.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 5.
+
+To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
+Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
+To the last syllable of recorded time;
+And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
+The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
+Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
+That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
+And then is heard no more; it is a tale
+Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
+Signifying nothing.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 5.
+
+Blow, wind! come, wrack!
+At least we'll die with harness on our back.
+
+
+Act. v. Sc. 7.
+
+I bear a charmed life.
+
+
+Act. v. Sc. 7.
+
+That keep the word of promise to our ear,
+And break it to our hope.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 7.
+
+Lay on, Macduff;
+And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+KING JOHN.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+For courage mounteth with occasion.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward,
+Thou little valiant, great in villany!
+Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
+Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight
+But when her humorous ladyship is by
+To teach thee safety!
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame,
+And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
+Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
+To throw a perfume on the violet,
+To smooth the ice, or add another hue
+Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
+To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
+Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+Now oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
+Makes deeds ill done!
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+KING RICHARD II.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
+By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
+Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
+By bare imagination of a feast?
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+The apprehension of the good
+Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+The ripest fruit first falls.
+
+
+FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+'Tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labor in his vocation.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+He will give the devil his due.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
+He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
+To bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse
+Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
+To pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+I know a trick worth two of that.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+Call you that backing of your friends? a plague upon such backing!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plenty as
+blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+I was a coward on instinct.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+_Glen_. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
+_Hot_. Why, so can I, or so can any man: But will they come when you do
+call for them?
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Tell truth and shame the devil.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,
+Than one of these same meter ballad-mongers.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+I could have better spared a better man.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+The better part of valor is--discretion.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you, I was down,
+and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and
+fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.
+
+
+SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless.
+So dull, so dead in look, so woebegone,
+Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
+And would have told him, half his Troy was burned.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
+Hath but a losing office; and his tongue
+Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
+Remembered knolling a departed friend.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+He hath eaten me out of house and home.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+He was, indeed, the glass
+Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Sleep, gentle sleep,
+Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
+That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
+And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+With all appliances and means to boot.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 4.
+
+He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
+Open as day for melting charity.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 4.
+
+Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Under which king, Bezonian? Speak, or die.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+KING HENRY V.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Consideration like an angel came,
+And whipped the offending Adam out of him.
+
+
+Act i, Sc. 1.
+
+When he speaks,
+The air, a chartered libertine, is still.
+
+
+Act ii Sc. 1.
+
+Base is the slave that pays.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+'A babbled of green fields.
+
+
+Act iv. Chorus.
+
+With busy hammers closing rivets up,
+Give dreadful note of preparation.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+Then shall our names,
+Familiar in their mouths as household words--
+Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
+Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster--
+Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+She's beautiful; and therefore to be wooed:
+She is a woman; therefore to be won.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted?
+Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just;
+And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
+Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+He dies and makes no sign.
+
+
+THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 6.
+
+Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
+The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
+
+
+KING RICHARD III
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Now is the winter of our discontent
+Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
+And all the clouds that lowered upon our house,
+In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
+Deformed, unfinished, Bent before my time
+Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Why I, in this weak, piping time of peace,
+Have no delight to pass away the time.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Was ever woman in this humor wooed?
+Was ever woman in this humor won?
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+O, I have passed a miserable night,
+So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
+That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
+I would not spend another such a night,
+Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 4.
+
+Let not the heavens hear these telltale women
+Hail on the Lord's anointed.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 4.
+
+An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+Thus far into the bowels of the land
+Have we marched on without impediment.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings,
+Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+The king's name is a tower of strength.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+I have set my life upon a cast,
+And I will stand the hazard of the die.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!
+
+
+KING HENRY VIII.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Verily,
+I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born,
+And range with humble livers in content,
+Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
+And wear a golden sorrow.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+And then to breakfast with
+What appetite you have.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
+This is the state of man. To-day he puts forth
+The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms
+And bears his blushing honors thick upon him.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+O how wretched
+Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
+There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to
+That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
+More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
+And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
+Never to hope again.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Had I but served my God with half the zeal
+I served my king, he would not in mine age
+Have left me naked to mine enemies.
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
+We write in water.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+To dance attendance on their lordship's pleasures.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+TROILUS AND CRESSIDA.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+One touch of nature makes the whole world kin
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+And, like a dewdrop from the lion's mane,
+Be shook to air.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CORIOLANUS.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Hear you this Triton of the minnows?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+JULIUS CAESAR.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Beware the Ides of March!
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+I cannot tell what you and other men
+Think of this life; but for my single self,
+I had as lief not be as live to be
+In awe of such a thing as I myself.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
+Leap in with me into this angry flood,
+And swim to yonder point?--Upon the word,
+Accoutred as I was, I plunged in,
+And bade him follow.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Ye gods, it doth amaze me,
+A man of such a feeble temper should
+So get the start of the majestic world,
+And bear the palm alone.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
+Like a Colossus, and we petty men
+Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
+To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Let me have men about me that are fat;
+Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights;
+Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
+He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,
+As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit,
+That could be moved to smile at anything.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Between the acting of a dreadful thing
+And the first motion, all the interim is
+Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Yon are my true and honorable wife,
+As dear to me as the ruddy drops
+That visit my sad heart.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Cowards die many times before their deaths;
+The valiant never taste of death but once.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Though last, not least, in love.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Cry _Havoc_, and let slip the dogs of war.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me
+for my cause; and be silent that you may hear.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
+Rome more.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Who is here so base, that would be a bondman?
+If any, speak: for him have I offended.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2..
+
+The evil that men do lives after them;
+The good is oft interred with their bones.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+For Brutus is an honorable man;
+So are they all, all honorable men.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
+Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+But yesterday, the word of Caesar might
+Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
+And none so poor to do him reverence.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+If you have years, prepare to shed them now.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+See, what a rent the envious Casca made!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+This was the most unkindest cut of all.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Great Caesar fell.
+O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Put a tongue
+In every wound of Caesar, that should move
+The stones of Borne to rise and mutiny.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
+Than such a Roman.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats
+For I am armed so strong in honesty,
+That they pass by me as the idle wind,
+Which I respect not.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+A friend should bear a friend's infirmities,
+But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+There is a tide in the affairs of men,
+Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune:
+Omitted, all the voyage of their life
+Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 5.
+
+His life was gentle, and the elements
+So mixed in him, that nature might stand up
+And say to all the world, _This was a man_!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+For her own person,
+It beggared all description.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
+Her infinite variety.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+CYMBELINE.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Some griefs are med'cinable.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 6.
+
+Weariness
+Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth
+Finds the down pillow hard.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+KING LEAR.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
+To have a thankless child.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
+Stain my man's cheeks.
+
+
+Act iil. Sc. 2.
+
+Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Tremble, thou wretch,
+That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
+Unwhipped of justice.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+I am a man
+More sinned against than sinning.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
+That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
+How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
+Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
+From seasons such as these?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Take physic, pomp;
+Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 6.
+
+The little dogs and all,
+Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 6.
+
+Ay, every inch a king.
+
+
+Act. iv. Sc. 6.
+
+Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary,
+to sweeten my imagination.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 6.
+
+Through tattered clothes small vices do appear;
+Robes and furred gowns hide all.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
+Make instruments to plague us.
+
+
+Act. v. Sc. 3.
+
+Her voice was ever soft,
+Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ROMEO AND JULIET.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+The weakest goes to the wall.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+One fire burns out another's burning.
+One pain is lessened by another's anguish.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+Too early seen unknown, and known too late,
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
+O that I were a glove upon that hand,
+That I might touch that cheek!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+What's in a name? that which we call a rose
+By any other name would smell as sweet.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye,
+Than twenty of their swords.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+At lover's perjuries,
+They say, Jove laughs.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+O swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
+That monthly changes in her circled orb,
+Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Good-night, good-night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
+That I shall say good-night till it be morrow.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+I am the very pink of courtesy.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+My man's as true as steel.
+
+
+Act ii, Sc. 6.
+
+Here comes the lady;--O, so light a foot
+Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc, 1.
+
+A plague o' both the houses!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+_Rom_. Courage, man I the hurt cannot be much.
+_Mer_. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door;
+but 'tis enough.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 5.
+
+Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
+Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+Not stopping o'er the bounds of modesty.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. I.
+
+My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+A beggarly account of empty boxes.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+My poverty, but not my will, consents.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Beauty's ensign yet
+Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
+And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Eyes, look your last!
+Arms, take your last embrace!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+HAMLET.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
+A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
+The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
+Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+And then it started like a guilty thing
+Upon a fearful summons.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes
+Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
+This bird of dawning singeth all night long.
+And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad,
+The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
+No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
+So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+The head is not more native to the heart.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+A little more than kin, and less than kind.
+
+
+Act i, Sc. 2.
+
+Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+But I have that within which passeth show;
+These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+O that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
+Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
+Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
+His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
+How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
+Seem to me all the uses of this world!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+That it should come to this!
+Hyperion to a satyr! so loving to my mother,
+That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
+Visit her face too roughly.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Why, she would hang on him,
+As if increase of appetite had grown
+By what it fed on.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Frailty, thy name is woman!
+A little month.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Like Niobe, all tears.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+My father's brother; but no more like my father
+Than I to Hercules.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
+Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+In my mind's eye, Horatio.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+He was a man, take him for all in all,
+I shall not look upon his like again.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+A countenance more
+In sorrow than in anger.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+And in the morn and liquid dew of youth.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
+The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried
+Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
+Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
+But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
+For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Neither a borrower nor a lender be.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Springes to catch woodcocks.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+But to my mind--though I am native here,
+And to the manner born--it is a custom
+More honored in the breach than the observance.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
+That I will speak to thee.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Let me not burst in ignorance!
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 4.
+
+Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
+Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
+Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;
+Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
+And each particular hair to stand on end,
+Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+O my prophetic soul! my uncle!
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+No reckoning made, but sent to my account
+With all my imperfections on my head.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+The glowworm shows the matin to be near
+And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,
+To tell us this.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
+Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+The time is out of joint.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+This is the very ecstasy of love.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Brevity is the soul of wit.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true, 'tis pity;
+And pity 'tis, 'tis true.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Doubt thou the stars are tire;
+Doubt that the sun doth move;
+Doubt truth to be a liar;
+But never doubt I love.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2,
+
+Still harping on my daughter.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Though this be madness, yet there's method in it.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in
+faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action,
+how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a God!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Man delights not me--nor woman neither.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+I know a hawk from a hand-saw.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Come, give us a taste of your quality.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+'Twas caviare to the general.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+The play's the thing,
+Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+To be, or not to be? that is the question:
+Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
+The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
+Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
+And, by opposing, end them?--To die--to sleep--
+No more--and, by a sleep, to say we end
+The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
+That flesh is heir to--'tis a consummation
+Devoutly to be wished. To die--to sleep--
+To sleep! perchance, to dream--ay, there's the rub;
+For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
+When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
+Must give us pause.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The spurns
+That patient merit of the unworthy takes;
+When he himself might his quietus make
+With a bare bodkin. Who would fardels bear,
+To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
+But that the dread of something after death--
+The undiscovered country, from whose bourne
+No traveler returns--puzzles the will,
+And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
+Than fly to others that we know not of?
+Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
+And thus the native hue of resolution
+Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Nymph, in thy orisons
+Be all my sins remembered.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow,
+thon shalt not escape calumny.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
+The observed of all observers!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. X.
+
+Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
+Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+It out-herods Herod.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made
+them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;
+And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
+Where thrift may follow fawning.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Give me that man
+That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
+In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of hearts,
+As I do thee.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Something too much of this.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Here's metal more attractive.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Let the galled jade wince, our withers are un-wrung.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Why, let the strucken deer go weep,
+The hart ungalled play;
+For some must watch, while some must sleep;
+Thus runs the world away.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+It will discourse most eloquent music.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+Very like a whale.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+They fool me to the top of my bent.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+'Tis now the very witching time of night,
+When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
+Contagion to this world.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+O my offence is rank, it smells to heaven
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Look here, upon this picture, and on this;
+The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
+See what a grace was seated on this brow!
+Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
+An eye like Mars, to threaten and command.
+A combination, and a form, indeed,
+Where every god did seem to set his seal,
+To give the world assurance of a man.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+A king Of shreds and patches.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+This is the very coinage of your brain.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+For 'tis the sport to have the engineer
+Hoist with his own petard.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 5.
+
+When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
+But in battalions!
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 5.
+
+There's such divinity doth hedge a king,
+That treason can but peep to what it would.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation
+will undo us.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest; of
+most excellent fancy.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of
+merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+To what base uses we may return, Horatio!
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Imperial Caesar, dead, and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the
+wind away.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash, Yet have I in me something
+dangerous.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+A hit, a very palpable hit.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+OTHELLO.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
+For daws to peck at.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+The very head and front of my offending
+Hath this extent, no more.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver
+Of my whole course of love.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
+Of moving accidents, by flood and field;
+Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+My story being done
+She gave me for my pains a world of signs:
+She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing; strange;
+'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
+She wished she had not heard it; yet she
+wished
+That Heaven had made her such a man.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Upon this hint I spake.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+I do perceive hero a divided duty.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+For I am nothing, if not critical.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+_Iago._ To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.
+
+_Des_. O most lame and impotent conclusion!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle
+From her propriety.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast
+no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 3.
+
+O that men should put an enemy in their
+mouths, to steal away their brains!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Perdition catch my soul,
+But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
+Chaos is come again.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Good name, in man and woman, dear my lord,
+Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
+Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
+'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
+But he that filches from me my good name
+Robs roe of that which not enriches him,
+And makes me poor indeed.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
+It is the green-eyed monster, which doth make
+The meat it feeds on.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Trifles, light as air,
+Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
+As proofs of holy writ.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Not poppy, nor mandragora,
+Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world,
+Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
+Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,
+Let him not know it, and he's not robbed at all.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+O, now, forever,
+Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
+Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
+That make ambition virtue! O farewell!
+Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
+The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Othello's occupation's gone!
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Give me the ocular proof.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+They laugh that win.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+Steeped me in poverty to the very lips.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+But, alas! to make me
+A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
+To point his slow, unmovin finger at.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+And put in every honest hand a whip,
+To lash the rascal naked through the world.
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+'Tis neither here nor there.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+He hath a daily beauty in his life.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+I have done the state some service, and they know it.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 2.
+
+Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
+Nor set down aught in malice.
+Then must you speak.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Of one that loved not wisely, but too well.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Of one, whose hand,
+Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away,
+Richer than all his tribe.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Albeit unused to the melting mood.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS TUSSER.
+1523-1580.
+
+
+_Moral Reflections on the Wind_.
+
+Except wind stands as never it stood,
+It is an ill wind turns none to good.
+
+
+
+
+FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE.
+1554-1624.
+
+
+_Mustapha_. Act v. Sc. 4.
+
+O wearisome condition of humanity!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Sonnet LVI.
+
+And out of minde as soon as out of sight.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE.
+1565-1593.
+
+
+_Hero and Leander_.
+
+Who ever loved that loved not at first sight.
+
+
+_The Passionate Shepherd to his Love_.
+
+Come live with me, and be my love,
+And we will all the pleasures prove
+That valleys, groves, and hills, and folds,
+Woods, or steepy mountains, yield.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
+1552-1618.
+
+
+_The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd_.
+
+If all the world and love were young,
+And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
+These pretty pleasures might me move
+To live with thee, and be thy love.
+
+
+_The Silent Lover_.
+
+Silence in love betrays more love
+Than words, though ne'er so witty;
+A beggar that is dumb, you know,
+May challenge double pity.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOSHUA SYLVESTER
+1563-1618.
+
+
+_The Soul's Errand_[3]
+
+Go, Soul, the body's guest,
+Upon a thankless errand!
+Fear not to touch the best:
+The truth shall be thy warrant.
+Go, since I needs must die,
+And give the world the lie.
+
+[Note 3: Sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of
+"The Soul's Errand," long attributed to Raleigh.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD BARNFIELD.
+
+
+_Address to the Nightingale_.[4]
+
+As it fell upon a day,
+In the merry mouth of May,
+Sitting in a pleasant shade
+Which a grove of myrtles made.
+
+[Note 4: This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently
+assigned to Barnfield, and it is found in his collection
+of Poems, published between 1594 and 1598.]
+
+
+
+
+EDMUND SPENSER.
+1553-1597.
+
+
+_Faerie Queene_.
+
+
+Book i. Canto i. St. 35.
+
+The noblest mind the best contentment has.
+
+
+Book 1. Canto iii. St. 4.
+
+Her angels face,
+As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
+And made a sunshine in the shady place.
+
+
+Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.
+
+That darkesome cave they enter, where they find
+That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
+Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.
+
+
+Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.
+
+No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd
+No arborett with painted blossomes drest
+And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd
+To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
+
+
+Book iv. Canto ii. St.
+
+Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled.
+
+
+_Lines on his Promised Pension_.
+
+I was promised on a time
+To have reason for my rhyme;
+From that time unto this season,
+I received nor rhyme nor reason.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hymn in Honor of Beauty_. Line 132.
+For of the soul the body form doth take,
+For soul is form, and doth the Body make.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MOTHER HUBBERD'S TALE.
+
+Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,
+What hell it is in suing long to bide;
+To loose good dayes, that might be better spent
+To wast long nights in pensive discontent;
+To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
+To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow;
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;
+To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;
+To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne,
+To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.
+
+
+
+
+SIR HENRY WOTTON.
+1568-1639.
+
+
+_The Character of a Happy Life_.
+
+How happy is he born and taught,
+That serveth not another's will;
+Whose armor is his honest thought,
+And simple truth his utmost skill!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Lord of himself, though not of lands;
+And having nothing, yet hath all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia_.
+
+You meaner beauties of the night,
+That poorly satisfy our eyes
+More by your number than your light!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DR. JOHN DONNE.
+1573-1631.
+
+FUNERAL ELEGIES, ON THE PROGRESS OF THE SOUL.
+
+
+_The Second Anniversary_. Line 245.
+
+We understood
+Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
+Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought,
+That one might almost say her body thought.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Elegy_ 8. _The Comparison_.
+
+She and comparisons are odious.
+
+
+
+
+BEN JONSON.
+1571-1637.
+
+
+_To Celia_.
+
+(From "The Forest.")
+Drink to me only with thine eyes,
+And I will pledge with mine;
+Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
+And I'll not look for wine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Sweet Neglect_. (From the "Silent Woman." Act i. Sc. 5.)
+
+Still to be neat, still to be drest
+As you were going to a feast.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Give me a look, give me a face,
+That makes simplicity a grace.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Good Life_, _Long Life_.
+
+In small proportion we just beauties see,
+And in short measures life may perfect be.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on Elizabeth_.
+
+Underneath this stone doth lie
+As much beauty as could die;
+Which in life did harbor give
+To more virtue than doth live.
+
+
+_Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke_.
+
+Underneath this sable hearse
+Lies the subject of all verse,
+Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
+Death! ere thou hast slain another,
+Learned and fair and good as she,
+Time shall throw a dart at thee.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To the Memory of Shakespeare_.
+
+Soul of the age!
+The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage!
+My Shakespeare rise.
+Small Latin, and less Greek.
+He was not of an age, but for all time.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Sweet swan of Avon!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Every Man in his Humor_. Act. ii. Sc. 3.
+
+Get money; still get money, boy;
+No matter by what means.
+
+
+
+
+FRANCIS BEAUMONT.
+1585-1616.
+
+
+_Letter to Ben Jonson_.
+
+What things have we seen
+Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been
+So nimble, and so full of subtile flame,
+As if that every one from whence they came
+Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,
+And resolved to live a fool the rest
+Of his dull life.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GEORGE WITHER.
+1588-1667.
+
+
+_The Shepherd's Resolution_.
+
+Shall I, wasting in despair,
+Dye because a woman's fair?
+Or make pale my cheeks with care,
+'Cause another's rosie are?
+If she be not so to me,
+What care I how faire she be?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+FRANCIS QUARLES.
+1592-1644.
+
+
+_Emblems_. Book ii. 2.
+
+Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.
+
+
+Book ii. Epigram 10.
+
+This house is to be let for life or years;
+Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears,
+Cupid 't has long stood void; her bills make known,
+She must be dearly let, or let alone.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GEORGE HERBERT.
+1593-1632.
+
+
+_Virtue_.
+
+Sweet day, so cool, so cairn, so bright,
+The bridall of the earth and skies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
+Like seasoned timber, never gives.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+SIR JOHN SUCKLING.
+1608-1644.
+
+
+_On a Wedding_.
+
+Her feet beneath her petticoat,
+Like little mice, stole in and out,
+As if they feared the light;
+But oh! she dances such a way!
+No sun upon an Easter-day
+Is half so fine a sight.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Her lips were red, and one was thin,
+Compared with that was next her chin,
+Some bee had stung it newly.
+
+
+_Song_.
+
+Why so pale and wan, fond lover,
+Prithee, why so pale?
+Will, when looking well can't move her,
+Looking ill prevail?
+Prithee, why so pale?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT HERRICK.
+1591-1660.
+
+
+_The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls_.
+
+Some asked me where the Rubies grew,
+And nothing I did say;
+But with my finger pointed to
+The lips of Julia.
+Some asked how Pearls did grow, and where?
+Then spoke I to my Girl,
+To part her lips, and showed them there
+The quarelets of Pearl.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On her Feet_.
+
+Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
+A little out, and then,
+As if they played at Bo-peep,
+Did soon draw in again.
+
+
+_To the Virgins to make much of Time_.
+
+Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
+Old Time is still a-flying,
+And this same flower, that smiles to-day,
+To-morrow will be dying.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Night Piece to Julia_.
+
+Her eyes the glowworm lend thee,
+The shooting stars attend thee;
+And the elves also,
+Whose little eyes glow
+Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR RICHARD LOVELACE.
+1618-1658.
+
+
+_Orpheus to Beasts_.
+
+Oh! could you view the melody
+Of every grace,
+And music of her face,
+You'd drop a tear;
+Seeing more harmony
+In her bright eye,
+Than now you hear.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To Lucasta on Going to the Wars_.
+
+I could not love thee, dear, so much,
+Loved I not honor more.
+
+
+_To Althea from Prison_.
+
+Stone walls do not a prison make,
+Nor iron barres a cage;
+Mindes innocent, and quiet, take
+That for an hermitage.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JAMES SHIRLEY.
+1596-1666.
+
+
+_Contention of Ajax and Ulysses_.
+
+Only the actions of the just
+Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD CRASHAW.
+--1650.
+The conscious water saw its God and blushed.[5]
+
+[Note 5: Lympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit.--_Latin Poems_]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_In Praise of Lessius' Rule of Health_.
+
+A happy soul, that all the way
+To heaven hath a summer's day.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS DEKKER.
+--1638.
+
+
+_Old Fortunatus_.
+
+And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
+There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Honest Whore_. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+
+We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ABRAHAM COWLEY.
+1618-1667.
+
+
+_The Waiting-Maid_.
+
+Th' adorning thee with so much art
+Is but a barb'rous skill;
+'Tis like the poisoning of a dart,
+Too apt before to kill.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Motto_.
+
+What shall I do to be forever known,
+And make the age to come my own?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On the Death of Crashaw_.
+
+His _faith_, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
+Be wrong; his _life_, I'm sure, was in the right.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Garden_. Essay V.
+
+God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR JOHN DENHAM.
+1615-1679.
+
+
+_Cooper's Hill_.
+
+O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
+My great example, as it is my theme!
+
+Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;
+Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Sophy_. _A Tragedy_.
+
+Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS CAREW.
+1589-1639.
+
+
+_Disdain Returned_.
+
+He that loves a rosy cheek,
+Or a coral lip admires,
+Or from star-like eyes doth seek
+Fuel to maintain his fires;
+As old Time makes these decay,
+So his flames must waste away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Conquest by Flight_.
+
+Then fly betimes, for only they
+Conquer love, that run away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EDMUND WALLER.
+1605-1687.
+
+
+_Verses upon his Divine Poesy_.
+
+The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,
+Lets in new light through chinks that time has made.
+
+Stronger by weakness, wiser men become,
+As they draw near to their eternal home.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On a Girdle_.
+
+A narrow compass! and yet there
+Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair;
+Give me but what this ribbon bound,
+Take all the rest the sun goes round.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Go, Lovely Rose_.
+
+How small a part of time they share
+That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To a Lady, Singing a Song of his Composing_.
+
+The eagle's fate and mine are one,
+Which, on the shaft that made him die,
+Espied a feather of his own,
+Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MILTON.
+1608-1674.
+
+PARADISE LOST.
+
+
+Book i. Line 10.
+
+Or if Sion hill
+Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed
+Fast by the oracle of God.
+
+
+Book i. Line 22.
+
+What in me is dark,
+Illumine; what is low, raise and support;
+That to the height of this great argument
+I may assert eternal Providence,
+And justify the ways of God to men.
+
+
+Book i. Line 62.
+
+Yet from those flames
+No light; but only darkness visible.
+
+
+Book i. Line 65.
+
+Where peace
+And rest can never dwell: hope never comes,
+That comes to all.
+
+
+Book i. Line 105.
+
+What though the field be lost?
+All is not lost.
+
+
+Book i. Line 254.
+
+The mind is its own place, and in itself
+Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
+
+
+Book i. Line 261.
+
+Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
+To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
+Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
+
+
+Book i. Line 275.
+
+Heard so oft
+In worst extremes and on the perilous edge
+Of battle.
+
+
+Book i. Line 303.
+
+Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks
+In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades
+High over-arched imbower.
+
+
+Book i. Line 330.
+
+Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!
+
+
+Book i. Line 540.
+
+Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds.
+
+
+Book i. Line 550.
+
+In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood
+Of flutes and soft recorders.
+
+
+Book i. Line 619.
+
+Thrice he essayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn,
+Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
+
+
+Book i. Line 742.
+
+From morn
+To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,
+A summer's day.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 113.
+
+But all was false and hollow, though his tongue
+Dropped manna; and could make the worse appear
+The better reason, to perplex and dash
+Maturest counsels.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 300.
+
+With grave
+Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed
+A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
+Deliberation sat and public care.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 306.
+
+With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear
+The weight of mightiest monarchies: his look
+Drew audience and attention still as night
+Or summer's noontide air.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 560.
+
+Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 666.
+
+The other shape,
+If shape it might be called that shape had none
+Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 681.
+
+Whence and what art them, execrable shape?
+
+
+Book ii. Line 846.
+
+And Death
+Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
+His famine should be filled.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 996.
+
+With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
+Confusion worse confounded.
+
+
+Book iii. Line 1.
+
+Hail, holy light! offspring of Heaven first-born.
+
+
+Book iii. Line 44.
+
+Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.
+
+
+Book iii. Line 495.
+
+Since called
+The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 34.
+
+At whose sight all the stars
+Hide their diminished heads.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 76.
+
+And in the lowest deep, a lower deep,
+Still threatening to devour me, opens wide,
+To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 108.
+
+So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
+Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost:
+Evil, be thou my good.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 297.
+
+For contemplation he, and valor, formed,
+For softness she, and sweet attractive grace.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 300.
+
+His fair large front and eye sublime declared
+Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
+Bound from his parted forelock manly hung
+Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 506.
+
+Imparadised in one another's arms.
+
+
+Book iv, Line 598.
+
+Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
+Had in her sober livery all things clad.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 639.
+
+With thee conversing, I forget all time,
+All seasons and their change, all please alike.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 677.
+
+Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
+Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep,
+
+
+Book iv. Line 750.
+
+Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source
+Of human happiness.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 830,
+
+Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,
+The lowest of your throng.
+
+
+Book v. Line 1.
+
+Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
+Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl.
+
+
+Book v. Line 71.
+
+Good, the more
+Communicated, more abundant grows.
+
+
+Book v. Line 153.
+
+These are thy glorious works, Parent of good
+
+
+Book v. Line 331,
+
+So saying, with dispatchful look, in haste
+She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.
+
+
+Book v. Line 601.
+
+Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
+
+
+Book v. Line 637.
+
+They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
+Quaff immortality and joy.
+
+
+Book vi. Line 211.
+
+Dire was the noise
+Of conflict.
+
+
+Book vii. Line 30.
+
+Still govern thou my song,
+Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 84.
+
+Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 488.
+
+
+Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
+In every gesture dignity and love.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 502.
+
+Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
+That would be wooed and not unsought be won.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 548.
+
+So well to know
+Her own, that what she wills to do or say
+Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best!
+
+
+Book viii. Line 600.
+
+Those graceful acts,
+Those thousand decencies, that daily flow
+From all her words and actions.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 618.
+
+To whom the angel, with a smile that glowed
+Celestial rosy red (love's proper Hue)
+
+
+Book ix. Line 249.
+
+For solitude sometimes is best society,
+And short retirement urges sweet return.
+
+
+Book x. Line 77.
+
+Yet I shall temper so
+Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
+Them fully satisfied, and thee appease.
+
+
+Book xii. Line 646.
+
+The world was all before them, where to choose
+Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+PARADISE REGAINED.
+
+
+Book iv Line 240.
+
+Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
+And eloquence.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 267.
+
+Thence to the famous orators repair,
+Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
+Wielded at will that fierce democraty,
+Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,
+To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 330.
+
+As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SAMSON AGONISTES.
+
+
+Line 293.
+
+Just are the ways of God,
+And justifiable to men.
+
+
+Line 1350.
+
+He's gone, and who knows how he may report
+Thy words, by adding fuel to the flame?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+COMUS.
+
+
+Line 205.
+
+A thousand fantasies
+Begin to throng into my memory,
+Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire,
+And airy tongues, that syllable men's names
+On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
+
+
+Line 221.
+
+Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
+Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
+
+
+Line 244.
+
+Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
+Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?
+
+
+Line 256.
+
+Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul
+And lap it in Elysium.
+
+
+Line 381.
+
+He that has light within his own clear breast
+May sit i' th' center and enjoy bright day;
+But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
+Benighted walks under the midday sun,
+
+
+Line 476.
+
+How charming is divine philosophy!
+Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;
+But musical as is Apollo's lute,
+And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
+Where no crude surfeit reigns.
+
+
+Line 560.
+
+I was all ear,
+And took in strains that might create a soul
+Under the rib of Death.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+LYCIDAS.
+
+
+Line 10.
+
+He knew
+Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
+
+
+Line 14.
+
+Without the meed of some melodious tear.
+
+
+Line 70.
+
+Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
+(That last infirmity of noble minds)
+To scorn delights and live laborious days;
+But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
+And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
+Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears
+And slits the thin-spun life.
+
+
+Line 101.
+
+Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.
+
+
+Line 109.
+
+The pilot of the Galilean lake.
+
+
+Line 168.
+
+So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
+And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
+And tricks his beams, with new spangled ore
+Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
+
+
+Line 198.
+
+To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+L'ALLEGRO.
+
+
+Line 27.
+
+Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,
+Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
+
+
+Line 33.
+
+Come, and trip it as you go,
+On the light, fantastic toe.
+
+
+Line 67.
+
+And every shepherd tells his tale
+Under the hawthorn in the dale.
+
+
+Line 79.
+
+Where perhaps some beauty lies,
+The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.
+
+
+Line 117.
+
+Towered cities please us then,
+And the busy hum of men.
+
+
+Line 133.
+
+Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
+Warble his native wood-notes wild.
+
+
+Line 136.
+
+Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
+Married to immortal verse,
+Such as the meeting soul may pierce
+In notes, with many a winding bout
+Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+IL PENSEROSO.
+
+
+Line 39.
+
+And looks commercing with the skies,
+Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.
+
+
+Line 61.
+
+Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,
+Most musical, most melancholy!
+
+
+Line 106.
+
+Such notes, as, warbled to the string,
+Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
+
+
+Line 120.
+
+Where more is meant than meets the ear.
+
+
+Line 159.
+
+And storied windows richly dight,
+Casting a dim, religious light.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Sonnet to the Lady Margaret Ley_.
+
+That old man eloquent.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Sonnet on his Blindness_.
+
+They also serve who only stand and wait.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Second Sonnet to Cyriac Skinner_.
+
+Yet I argue not
+Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
+Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
+Right onward.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Sonnet on his Deceased Wife_.
+
+But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,
+I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night.
+
+
+
+
+SAMUEL BUTLER.
+1612-1680.
+
+
+_Hudibras_.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 51
+
+Besides, 'tis known he could speak Greek
+As naturally as pigs squeak.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 67
+
+He could distinguish, and divide
+A hair, 'twixt south and southwest side.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 81
+
+For rhetoric, he could not ope
+His mouth, but out there flew a trope.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 131.
+
+Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
+For every why he had a wherefore.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 149
+
+He knew whit's what, and that's as high
+As metaphysic wit can fly.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 199
+
+And prove their doctrine orthodox
+By Apostolic blows and knocks.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 215
+
+Compound for sins they are inclined to,
+By damning those they have no mind to.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 463
+
+For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
+With which, like ships, they steer their
+courses.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 489
+
+He ne'er considered it, as loth
+To look a gift-horse in the mouth.
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 821
+
+Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat;
+Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."
+
+
+Part i. Canto i. Line 852
+
+Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.
+
+
+Part i. Canto ii. Line 633
+
+And bid the devil take the hin'most,
+Which at this race is like to win most.
+
+
+Part i. Canto ii. Line 831
+
+With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,
+Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.
+
+
+Part i. Canto iii. Line 1
+
+Ay me! what perils do environ
+The man that meddles with cold iron.
+
+
+Part i. Canto iii. Line 263
+
+Nor do I know what is become
+Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.
+
+
+Part i. Canto iii. Line 309
+
+H' had got a hurt
+O' th' inside of a deadlier sort.
+
+
+Part i. Canto iii. Line 877
+
+I am not now in fortune's power;
+He that is down can fall no lower.
+
+
+Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367
+
+Thou hast
+Outrun the Constable at last.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto i. Line 29
+
+For one for sense, and one for rhyme,
+I think's sufficient at one time.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto i. Line 465
+
+For what is worth in anything,
+But so much money as 'twill bring.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto n. Line 29
+
+The sun had long since in the lap
+Of Thetis taken out his nap,
+And, like a lobster boiled, the morn
+From black to red began to turn.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79
+
+Have always been at daggers-drawing.
+And one another clapper-clawing.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto ii Line 503
+
+And look before you ere you leap;
+For as you sow, y' are like to reap.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1.
+
+Doubtless the pleasure is as great
+Of being cheated, as to cheat.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto iii. Line 261.
+
+He made an instrument to know
+If the moon shine at full or no....
+And prove that she's not made of green cheese.[6]
+
+[Note 6: "The moon is made of a green cheese"
+_Jack Jugler_, p. 46.]
+
+Part ii. Canto iii. Line 580
+
+You have a wrong sow by the ear.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923
+
+To swallow gudgeons ere they're catched,
+And count their chickens ere they're hatched.
+
+
+Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1067
+
+As quick as lightning, in the breach
+Just in the place where honor 's lodged,
+As wise philosophers have judged,
+Because a kick in that place more
+Hurts honor than deep wounds before,
+
+
+Part iii. Canto i. Line 3
+
+As he that has two strings t' his bow.
+
+
+Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175.
+
+True as the dial to the sun,
+Although it be not sinned upon.
+
+
+Part iii. Canto iii. Line 243
+
+For those that fly may fight again,
+Which he can never do that's slain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+Part iii. Canto iii. Line 547
+
+He that complies against his will
+Is of his own opinion still.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MARQUIS OF MONTROSE.
+1612-1650.
+
+
+_Song_, "_My Dear and only Love_."
+
+I'll make thee famous by my pen,
+And glorious by my sword.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DRYDEN.
+1631-1700.
+
+
+_Alexander's feast_.
+
+
+Line 15.
+
+None but the brave deserves the fair.
+
+
+Line 60.
+
+Sweet is pleasure after pain.
+
+
+Line 66.
+
+Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain;
+Fought all his battles o'er again;
+And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice
+he slew the slain.
+
+
+Line 78,
+
+Fallen from his high estate,
+And weltering in his blood;
+Deserted, at his utmost need,
+By those his former bounty fed;
+On the bare earth exposed he lies,
+With not a friend to close his eyes.
+
+
+Line 96.
+
+For pity melts the mind to love.
+
+
+Line 99.
+
+War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
+Honor, but an empty bubble.
+
+
+Line 106.
+
+Take the good the gods provide thee.
+
+
+Line 120
+
+Sighed and looked, and sighed again.
+
+
+Line 154.
+
+And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.
+
+
+Line 160.
+
+Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
+
+
+Line 169.
+
+He raided a mortal to the skies
+She drew an angel down.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Cymon and Iphigenia_.
+
+
+Line 84.
+
+He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
+And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
+
+
+_Absalom and Achitophet_.
+
+A fiery soul, which, working out its way
+Fretted the pigmy body to decay,
+And o'er informed the tenement of clay.
+
+
+Part i. Line 363
+
+Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
+And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
+
+
+Part i. Line 174
+
+Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
+
+
+Part i. Line 534
+
+Who think too little, and who talk too much
+
+
+Part i. Line 545
+
+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.
+
+
+Part i. Line 1005
+
+Beware the fury of a patient man.
+
+
+Part ii. Line 463
+
+For every inch, that is not fool, is rogue.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_All for Love_. Prologue.
+
+Errors like straws upon the surface flow;
+He who would search for pearls must dive below.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+Men are but children of a larger growth.
+
+
+_Conquest of Grenada_. Part i. Sc. 1.
+
+I am as free as nature first made man,
+Ere the base laws of servitude began,
+When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Spanish Friar_. Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+There is a pleasure
+In being mad which none but madmen know.
+
+
+_Don Sebastian_. Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+This is the porcelain clay of human kind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Translation of Juvenal's 10th Satire_.
+
+Look round the habitable world, how few
+Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba_.
+
+Thespis, the first professor of our art,
+At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Imitation of the 29th of Horace_.
+
+
+Book i. Line 65.
+
+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.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On Milton_.
+
+Three Poets, in three distant ages born,
+Greece, Italy, and England did adorn;
+The first in loftiness of thought surpassed,
+The next in majesty, in both the last.
+The force of nature could no further go;
+To make a third she joined the other two.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN BUNYAN.
+1628-1688.
+
+
+_Apology for his Book_.
+
+And so I penned
+It down, until at last it came to be,
+For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Some said, "John, print it," others said,
+"Not so."
+Some said, "It might do good," others said,
+"No."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Pilgrim's Progress_.
+
+The Slough of Despond.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EARL OF ROSCOMMON.
+1633-1684.
+
+
+_Essay on Translated Verse_.
+
+Immodest words admit of no defence,
+For want of decency is want of sense.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EARL OF ROCHESTER.
+
+
+_Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II_.
+
+Here lies our sovereign lord the king,
+Whose word no man relies on;
+He never says a foolish thing,
+Nor ever does a wise one.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+KING CHARLES II.
+
+
+_Written in Parliament attending the Discussion of Lord Boss' Divorce
+Bill_.
+
+As good as a play.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE.
+1649-1721.
+
+
+_Essay on Poetry_.
+
+Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
+Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
+
+There's no such thing in nature, and you'll draw
+A faultless monster, which the world ne'er saw.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Read Homer once, and you can read no more,
+For all books else appear so mean, so poor;
+Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read,
+And Homer will be all the books you need.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS OTWAY.
+1651-1685.
+
+
+_Venice Preserved_.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
+To temper man; we had been brutes without you.
+Angels are painted fair to look like you.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN NORRIS.
+1657-1711.
+
+
+_The Parting_.
+
+How fading are the joys we dote upon!
+Like apparitions seen and gone;
+But those which soonest take their flight
+Are the most exquisite and strong;
+Like angel's visits, short and bright,
+Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+NATHANIEL LEE.
+1655-1692.
+
+
+_Alexander the Great_.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+Then he will talk--ye gods, how he will talk!
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+TOM BROWN.
+--1704.
+
+
+_Dialogues of the Dead_.
+
+I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,
+The reason why I cannot tell;
+But this alone I know full well,
+I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.[7]
+
+[Note 7: "Non amo te, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare;
+Hoc tautum possum dicere, non amo te."
+_Martial_, Ep. I. xxxiii.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS SOUTHERN.
+1659-1746.
+
+
+_Oroonoka_.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Pity's akin to love.
+
+
+
+
+DANIEL DEFOE.
+1661-1731.
+
+
+_The True-Born Englishman_.
+
+Part i. Line 1
+
+Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
+The Devil always builds a chapel there;
+And 'twill be found upon examination,
+The latter has the largest congregation.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+LOUIS THEOBALD.
+1688-1744.
+
+
+_The Double Falsehood_.
+
+None but himself can be his parallel.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MATTHEW PRIOR.
+1664-1721.
+
+
+_English Padlock_.
+
+Be to her virtues very kind;
+Be to her faults a little blind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Henry and Emma_.
+
+That air and harmony of shape express,
+Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Thief and the Cordelier_.
+
+Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,
+And often took leave; but was loth to depart.
+
+
+_Epilogue to Lucius_.
+
+And the gray mare will prove the better horse.[8]
+
+[Note 8: See Hudibras, Part ii. Canto ii. line 698. Mr. Macaulay
+thinks that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to
+the gray mares of Flanders over the finest coach-horses of
+England.--History of England, Vol. I. Ch. 3.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Imitations of Horace_.
+
+Of two evils I have chose the least.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on Himself_.
+
+Here lies what once was Matthew Prior;
+The son of Adam and of Eve:
+Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ode in Imitation of Horace_. B. iii. Od. 2.
+
+And virtue is her own reward.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+COLLEY CIBBER.
+1671-1757.
+
+
+_Richard III_.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 3.
+
+Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+Richard is himself again!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOSEPH ADDISON.
+1672-1719.
+
+CATO.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
+And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
+The great, th' important day, big with the fate
+Of Cato, and of Home.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Thy steady temper, Portius,
+Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar,
+In the calm lights of mild philosophy.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+'Tis not in mortals to command success,
+But we'll do more, Sempronius: we'll deserve it.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul;
+I think the Romans call it Stoicism.
+
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget
+The pale unripened beauties of the North.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+My voice is still for war.
+Gods! can a Roman Senate long debate
+Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 1.
+
+The woman that deliberates is lost.
+
+
+Act iv. Sc. 2.
+
+When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
+The post of honor is a private station.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+It must be so.--Plato, thou reasonest well.
+Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
+This longing after immortality?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;
+'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
+And intimates Eternity to man.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. I.
+
+I'm weary of conjectures.
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+
+The soul secured in her existence, smiles
+At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Campaign_.
+
+And, pleased th' Almighty's orders to perform
+Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[9]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Note 9: This line has been frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is
+found in the Dunciad, Book iii., line 261.]
+
+
+_From the Letter on Italy_.
+
+For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes,
+Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise;
+Poetic fields encompass me around,
+And still I seem to tread on classic ground.[10]
+
+[Note 10: Malone states that this was the first time the phrase
+_classic ground_, since so common, was ever used.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ode_.
+
+The spacious firmament on high,
+With all the blue, ethereal sky,
+And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
+Their great Original proclaim.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Soon as the evening shades prevail,
+The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
+And nightly to the listening earth
+Repeats the story of her birth;
+While all the stars that round her burn,
+And all the planets in their tarn,
+Confirm the tidings as they roll,
+And spread the truth from pole to pole.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Forever singing, as they shine,
+The hand that made us is divine.
+
+
+
+
+JONATHAN SWIFT.
+1667-1745.
+
+
+_Imitation of Horace_. B. ii. Sat. 6.
+
+I'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.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Poetry, a Rhapsody_.
+
+So geographers, in Afric maps,
+With savage pictures fill their gaps,
+And o'er unhabitable downs
+Place elephants for want of towns.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM CONGREVE.
+1669-1729.
+
+
+_The Mourning Bride_. Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.
+To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 1.
+
+Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
+Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.
+
+
+
+
+ALEXANDER POPE.
+1688-1744.
+
+
+ESSAY ON MAN.
+
+
+Epistle i. Line 5.
+
+Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
+A mighty maze! but not without a plan.
+
+
+Line 13.
+
+Eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
+And catch the manners living as they rise.
+
+
+Line 88.
+
+A hero perish or a sparrow fall.
+
+
+Line 95.
+
+Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
+Man never _is_, but always _to be_ blest.
+
+
+Line 99.
+
+Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind
+Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
+
+
+Line 200.
+
+Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
+
+
+Line 294.
+
+One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
+
+
+Epistle ii. Line 1.
+
+Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
+The proper study of mankind is man.[11]
+
+[Note 11: From Charron (de la Sagesse):--"La vraye science et
+le vray etude de l'homme c'est l'homme."]
+
+
+Line 217.
+
+Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
+As to be hated, needs but to be seen;
+But seen too oft, familiar with her face,
+We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
+
+
+Line 231.
+
+Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
+Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree.
+
+
+Line 276.
+
+Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
+Epistle iii. Line 305.
+For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
+His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
+Epistle iv. Line 49.
+Order is Heaven's first law.
+
+
+Line 193.
+
+Honor and shame from no condition rise;
+Act well your part--there all the honor lies.
+
+
+Line 203.
+
+Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
+The rest is all but leather or prunella.
+
+
+Line 215.
+
+What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
+Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
+
+
+Line 247.
+
+A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
+An honest man's the noblest work of God.
+
+
+Line 254.
+
+Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.
+
+
+Line 281.
+
+Think how Bacon shined,
+The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind.
+
+
+Line 310.
+
+Virtue alone is happiness below.
+
+
+Line 330.
+
+Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
+But looks through nature up to nature's God.
+
+
+Line 379.
+
+Formed by thy converse happily to steer
+Prom grave to gay, from lively to severe.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MORAL ESSAYS.
+
+
+Epistle i. Line 135.
+
+'Tis from high life high characters are drawn--
+A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
+
+
+Line 149.
+
+'Tis education forms the common mind:
+Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
+
+
+Line 246.
+
+Odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke,
+Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.
+Epistle ii. Line 15.
+Whether the charmers sinner it or saint it,
+If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
+
+
+Line 43.
+
+Fine by defect and delicately weak.
+
+
+Line 97.
+
+With too much quickness ever to be taught,
+With too much thinking to have common thought.
+
+
+Line 215.
+
+Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
+But every woman is at heart a rake.
+
+
+Line 268.
+
+And mistress of herself, though china fall.
+
+
+Line 270.
+
+Woman's at best a contradiction still.
+Epistle iii. Line 1.
+Who shall decide when doctors disagree?
+
+
+Line 95.
+
+But thousands die without or this or that,
+Die, and endow a college or a cat.
+
+
+Line 153.
+
+The ruling passion, be it what it will,
+The ruling passion conquers reason still.
+
+
+Line 161.
+
+Extremes in nature equal good produce.
+
+
+Line 250.
+
+Rise, honest muse! and sing--The man of Ross.
+
+
+Line 285.
+
+Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,
+Will never mark the marble with his name.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.
+
+
+Part i. Line 9.
+
+'Tis with our judgments as our watches; none
+Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
+
+
+Line 153.
+
+And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
+
+
+Part ii. Line 215.
+
+A little learning is a dangerous thing.
+Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
+
+
+Line 232.
+
+Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise,
+
+
+Line 297.
+
+True wit is nature to advantage dressed,
+What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
+
+
+Line 357.
+
+That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
+
+
+Line 362.
+
+True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
+As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
+
+
+Line 365.
+
+The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
+
+
+Line 525.
+
+To err is human: to forgive, divine.
+
+
+Part iii. Line 625.
+
+For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY.
+
+
+Line 54.
+
+By strangers honored and by strangers mourned
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And bear about the mockery of woe
+To midnight dances and the public show.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.
+
+
+Canto ii. Line 7.
+
+On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
+Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
+
+
+Canto ii. Line 17.
+
+If to her share some female errors fall,
+Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
+
+
+Canto iii. Line 16.
+
+At every word a reputation dies.
+
+
+Line 21.
+
+The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
+And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SATIRES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE
+Prologue, Line 1.
+Shut, shut the door, good John.
+
+
+Line 12.
+
+E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
+
+
+Line 18.
+
+Who pens a stanza when he should engross.
+
+
+Line 127.
+
+As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
+I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.
+
+
+Line 197.
+
+Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
+Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne,
+
+
+Line 201.
+
+Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
+And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.
+
+
+Line 308.
+
+Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
+
+
+Line 333.
+
+Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
+Book ii. Satire i. Line 6.
+Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.
+
+
+Line 69.
+
+Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
+To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet.
+
+
+Line 127.
+
+Then St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
+The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
+
+
+Book ii. Satire ii. Line 159.
+
+For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
+Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[12]
+
+[Note 12: See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 83.]
+
+
+Book ii. Epistle i. Line 108.
+
+The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epilogue to the Satires_.
+
+Dialogue i. Line 136.
+
+Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
+
+
+_Epitaph on Gay_.
+
+Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
+In wit a man, simplicity a child.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE DUNCIAD.
+
+
+Book i. Line 54.
+
+And solid pudding against empty praise.
+
+
+Book iii. Line 158.
+
+All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame.
+
+
+Book iii. Line 165.
+
+Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,
+And makes night hideous; answer him, ye owls.
+
+
+Book iv. Line 614.
+
+E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+ODYSSEY.
+
+
+Book ii. Line 315.
+
+Few sons attain the praise
+Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
+
+
+Book xiv. Line 410.
+
+Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
+
+
+Book xv. Line 79.
+
+Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
+
+
+Book xv. Line 83.
+
+True friendship's laws are by this rule expressed,
+Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Windsor forest_.
+
+Thus, if small things we may with great compare.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry_.
+
+Chapter xi.
+
+Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,
+And make two lovers happy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt_.
+
+Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
+Or gave his father grief but when he died.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS TICKELL.
+1686-1740.
+
+
+_On the Death of Addison_. Line 45.
+
+Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
+A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.
+
+
+Line 79.
+
+There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high
+The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
+
+
+_Colin and Lucy_.
+
+I hear a voice you cannot hear,
+Which says I must not stay,
+I see a hand you cannot see,
+Which beckons me away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN GAY.
+1688-1732.
+
+
+_What D'ye Call 't_.
+
+Act ii. Sc. 9.
+
+So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,
+The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Beggars' Opera_.
+
+Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+O'er the hills and far away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+How happy could I be with either,
+Were t'other dear charmer away.
+
+
+FABLES.
+
+
+_The Shepherd and the Philosopher_.
+
+Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
+O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy_.
+
+When yet was ever found a mother
+Who'd give her booby for another?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Sick Man and the Angel_.
+
+While there is life there's hope, he cried.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Hare and Many Friends_.
+
+And when a lady's in the case,
+You know all other things give place.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on Himself_.
+
+Life's a jest, and all things show it;
+I thought so once, and now I know it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE.
+1690-1762.
+
+
+_The Lady's Resolve_.
+
+Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide--
+In part she is to blame that has been tried;
+He comes too near, that comes to be denied.
+
+
+
+
+NICHOLAS ROWE.
+1673-1718.
+
+
+_The Fair Penitent_.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+Is she not more than painting can express,
+Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Is this that gallant, gay Lothario?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN PHILIPS.
+1676-1708.
+
+
+_Splendid Shilling_.
+
+
+Line 121.
+
+My galligaskins, that have long withstood
+The winter's fury and encroaching frosts,
+By time subdued (what will not time subdue?)
+A horrid chasm disclosed.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS PARNELL.
+1679-1718.
+
+
+_The Hermit_. Line 5.
+
+Remote from men, with God he passed his days,
+Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
+
+
+
+
+BARTON BOOTH.
+1681-1733.
+
+
+_Song_.
+
+True as the needle to the pole,
+Or as the dial to the sun.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MATTHEW GREEN.
+1696-1737.
+
+
+_The Spleen_. Line 93.
+
+Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN BYROM.
+1691-1763.
+
+
+_'On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini_.[13]
+
+Some say, compared to Bononcini,
+That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
+Others aver that he to Handel
+Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
+Strange all this difference should be
+'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
+
+[Note 13: "Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and
+Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine." Byrom's Remains (Cheltenham
+Soc), Vol. I. p 173. The last two lines have been attributed to Switt
+and Pope. _Vide_ Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Astrologer_.
+
+As clear as a whistle.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epigram on Two Monopolists_.
+
+Bone and skin, two millers thin,
+Would starve us all, or near it;
+But be it known to Skin and Bone
+That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+BISHOP BERKELEY.
+1684-1753.
+
+
+_On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America_.
+
+Westward the course of empire takes its way;
+The four first acts already past,
+A fifth shall close the drama with the day;
+Time's noblest offspring is the last.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT BLAIR.
+1699-1746.
+
+
+_The Grave_. Part ii. Line 586.
+
+The good he scorned,
+Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
+Not to return; or if it did, in visits
+Like those of angels, short and far between.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EDWARD YOUNG.
+1681-1765.
+
+NIGHT THOUGHTS.
+
+
+Night i. Line 1.
+
+Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
+
+
+Night i. Line 55.
+
+The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
+But from its loss.
+
+
+Night i. Line 154.
+
+To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
+
+
+Night i. Line 390.
+
+Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.
+
+
+Night i. Line 393.
+
+Procrastination is the thief of time.
+
+
+Night i. Line 417.
+
+At thirty man suspects himself a fool;
+Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
+
+
+Night i. Line 424.
+
+All men think all men mortal but themselves.
+
+
+Night ii. Line 376.
+
+'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
+And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
+
+
+Night ii. Line 602.
+
+How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
+
+
+Night ii. Line 633.
+
+The chamber where the good man meets his fate
+Is privileged beyond the common walk
+Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
+
+
+Night iii. Line 81.
+
+Beautiful as sweet!
+And young as beautiful! and soft as young!
+And gay as soft! and innocent as gay!
+
+
+Night iii. Line 104
+
+Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay.
+
+
+Night iv. Line 10.
+
+The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
+The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm.
+
+
+Night iv. Line 15.
+
+Man makes a death, which nature never made.
+
+
+Night iv. Line 118.
+
+Man wants but little, nor that little long.
+
+
+Night v. Line 775.
+
+The man of wisdom is the man of years.
+
+
+Night v. Line 1011.
+
+Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
+
+
+Night vi. Line 309.
+
+Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps.
+And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
+
+
+Night vi. Line 606.
+
+And all may do what has by man been done.
+
+
+Night vii. Line 496.
+
+The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
+
+
+Night ix. Line 771.
+
+An undevout astronomer is mad.
+
+
+Night ix. Line 1660.
+
+Emblazed to seize the sight; who runs, may read.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+LOVE OF FAME.
+
+
+Satire i. Line 89.
+
+Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
+And think they grow immortal as they quote.
+
+Satire i. Line 238.
+
+None think the great unhappy, but the great.
+
+
+Satire ii. Line 207.
+
+Where nature's end of language is declined,
+And men talk only to conceal their mind.[14]
+
+[Note 14: "Ils n'emploient les paroles que pour deguiser leurs
+pensees "--_Voltaire_.]
+
+
+Satire vii. Line 97.
+
+How commentators each dark passage shun,
+And hold their farthing candle to the sun.[15]
+
+[Note 15: Imitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part I.,
+Introduction, and taken originally from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy,
+Part III. Sec. 2. Mem. 1. Subs 2. "But to enlarge or illustrate this
+power or effects of love is to set a candle in the sun."]
+
+
+_Lines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield_.
+
+Accept a miracle, instead of wit,
+See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+HENRY CAREY.
+1663-1743.
+
+
+_God save the King_.[16]
+
+God save our gracious king,
+Long live our noble king,
+God save the king.
+
+[Note 16: The authorship both of the words and music of "God save the
+King" has long been a matter of dispute, and is still unsettled, though
+the weight of the evidence is in favor of Carey's claim.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Chrononhotonthologos_. Act i. Sc. 3.
+
+To thee, and gentle Rigdum Funnidos,
+Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+Go call a coach, and let a coach be called,
+And let the man who calleth be the caller;
+And in his calling let him nothing call
+But Coach! Coach! Coach! O for a coach, ye gods!
+
+
+
+
+ISAAC WATTS.
+1674-1748.
+
+DIVINE SONGS.
+
+To God the Father, God the Son,
+And God the Spirit, three in one,
+Be honor, praise, and glory given,
+By all on earth, and all in heaven.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber
+Holy angels guard thy bed!
+Heavenly blessings without number
+Gently falling on thy head.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
+For God hath made them so;
+Let bears and lions growl and fight.
+For 'tis their nature too.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+How doth the little busy bee
+Improve each shining hour,
+And gather honey all the day,
+From every opening flower.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
+'Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard him complain,
+"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."
+
+
+
+
+SIR SAMUEL TUKE.
+--1673.
+
+
+_Adventures of Five Hours_. Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+He is a fool who thinks by force or skill
+To turn the current of a woman's will.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+AARON HILL
+1685-1750.
+
+
+_Epilogue to Zara_.
+
+First, then, a woman will, or won't--depend on 't;
+If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't.
+But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
+Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.[17]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Verses Written on a Window in Scotland_.
+
+Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
+And it stings you for your pains;
+Grasp it like a man of mettle,
+And it soft as silk remains.
+
+[Note 17: The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on
+the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:
+"Where is the man who has the power and skill
+To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
+For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;
+And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't."]
+
+
+'Tis the same with common natures:
+Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
+But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
+And the rogues obey you well.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD SAVAGE.
+1698-1743.
+
+
+_The Bastard_. Line 7.
+
+He lives to build, not boast a generous race:
+No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JAMES THOMSON.
+1700-1748.
+THE SEASONS.
+
+
+_Spring_. Line 283.
+
+Base envy withers at another's joy,
+And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
+
+
+Line 465.
+
+But who can paint
+Like Nature? Can imagination boast,
+Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
+
+
+Line 1149.
+
+Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,--
+To teach the young idea how to shoot,--
+
+
+Line 1158.
+
+An elegant sufficiency, content,
+Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books.
+Ease and alternate labor, useful life,
+Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Summer_. Line 1188.
+
+Sighed and looked unutterable things.
+
+
+Line 1285.
+
+A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
+Of mighty monarchs.
+
+
+Line 1346.
+
+So stands the statue that enchants the world.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Autumn_. Line 204.
+
+Loveliness
+Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
+But is when unadorned, adorned the most.
+
+
+Line 283.
+
+For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh,
+Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Winter_. Line 393.
+
+Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hymn_. Line 25.
+
+Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade.
+
+
+Line 114.
+
+From seeming evil still educing good.
+
+
+Line 118.
+
+Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Castle of Indolence_. Canto i. St. 69.
+
+A little round, fat, oily man of God.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Alfred_. Act ii. Sc. 5.
+
+Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves;
+Britons never will be slaves.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Song, "Forever, Fortune."_
+
+Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
+An unrelenting foe to love;
+And, when we meet a mutual heart,
+Step rudely in, and bid us part?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Sophonisba_. Act iii. Sc. 2.
+
+O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O![18]
+
+[Note 18: This line was altered, after the second edition, to "O
+Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN DYER.
+1700-1758.
+
+
+_Grongar Hill_. Line 163.
+
+Ever charming, ever new,
+When will the landscape tire the view.
+
+
+Line 123.
+
+As yon summits soft and fair,
+Clad in colors of the air,
+Which to those who journey near
+Barren, brown, and rough appear.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+PHILIP DODDRIDGE.
+1702-1751.
+
+
+_Epigram on his Family Arms_.
+
+Live while you live, the epicure would say,
+And seize the pleasures of the present day;
+Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
+And give to God each moment as it flies.
+Lord, in my views let both united be;
+I live in pleasure, when I live to thee.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT DODSLEY
+1703-1764.
+
+
+_The Parting Kiss_.
+
+One kind kiss before we part,
+Drop a tear and bid adieu;
+Though we sever, my fond heart
+Till we meet shall pant for you.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SAMUEL JOHNSON.
+1709-1784.
+
+
+_Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre_.
+
+Each exchange of many-colored life he drew,
+Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new,
+And panting time toiled after him in vain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+For we that live to please must please to live.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Vanity of Human Wishes_.
+
+
+Line 1.
+
+Let observation with extensive view
+Survey mankind, from China to Peru.[19]
+
+[Note 19: The Universal Love of Pleasure, line 1: "All human race,
+from China to Peru, Pleasure, however disguised by art, pursue." _Rev.
+Thos. Warton_.]
+
+
+Line 159.
+
+There mark what ills the scholar's life assail--
+Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
+
+Line 221.
+
+He left the name, at which the world grew pale,
+To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
+
+
+Line 257.
+
+Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know
+That life protracted is protracted woe.
+
+
+Line 306.
+
+Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage.
+
+
+Line 318.
+
+And Swift expires, a driveller and a show.
+
+
+Line 346.
+
+Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate.
+
+
+_London_. Line 166.
+
+Of all the griefs that harass the distressed,
+Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.
+
+
+Line 176.
+
+This mournful truth is everywhere confessed,
+Slow rises worth by poverty depressed.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller_.
+
+How small, of all that human hearts endure,
+That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
+Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
+Our own felicity we make or find.
+With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
+Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village_.
+
+Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_From Dr. Madden's_ "_Boulter's Monument_."
+
+_Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson_. 1745.
+
+Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.
+
+
+_Basselas_. Chapter i.
+
+Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers
+of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms
+of hope; who expect that age will perform
+the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies
+of the present day will be supplied by
+the morrow; attend to the history of Rasselas,
+Prince of Abyssinia.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on Robert Levett_.
+
+In Misery's darkest cavern known,
+His useful care was ever nigh,
+Where hopeless Anguish poured his groan,
+And lonely Want retired to die.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epitaph on Claudius Phillips, the Musician_.
+
+Phillips, whose touch harmonious could remove
+The pangs of guilty power or hapless love;
+Rest here, distressed by poverty no more,
+Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before;
+Sleep, undisturbed, within this peaceful shrine,
+Till angels wake thee with a note like thine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+LORD LYTTELTON
+1709-1773.
+
+
+_Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus_.
+
+For his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught lyre
+None but the noblest passions to inspire,
+Not one immoral, one corrupted thought,
+One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
+
+
+_Epigram_.
+
+None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair,
+But love can hope where reason would despair.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country_.
+
+Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
+Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Song_.
+
+Alas! by some degree of woe
+We every bliss must gain;
+The heart can ne'er a transport know,
+That never feels a pain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EDWARD MOORE.
+1712-1757.
+
+
+_Fable IX. The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat_.
+
+Can't I another's face commend,
+And to her virtues be a friend,
+But instantly your forehead lowers,
+As if _her_ merit lessened _yours_?
+
+
+_Fable X. The Spider and the Bee_.
+
+The maid who modestly conceals
+Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
+Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
+Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But from the hoop's bewitching round,
+Her very shoe has power to wound.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Happy Marriage_.
+
+Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
+And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Gamester_. Act iii. Sc. 4.
+
+'Tis now the summer of your youth: time
+has not cropt the roses from your cheek,
+though sorrow long has washed them.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM SHENSTONE.
+1714-1763.
+
+
+_Written on the Window of an Inn_.
+
+Whoe'er has traveled life's dull round,
+Where'er his stages may have been,
+May sigh to think he still has found
+His warmest welcome at an inn.
+
+
+_Jemmy Dawson_.
+
+For seldom shall you hear a tale
+So sad, so tender, and so true.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Schoolmistress_.
+
+Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
+Emblems right meet of decency does yield.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN BROWN.
+1715-1766.
+
+
+_Barbarossa_. Act. v. Sc. 3.
+
+Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced
+That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,
+That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour
+Serves but to brighten all our future days.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DAVID GARRICK.
+1716-1779.
+
+
+_Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776, 10th of June_.
+
+Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind;
+A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
+
+
+_On the Death of Mr. Pelham_.
+
+Let others hail the rising sun:
+I bow to that whose race is run.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS GRAY.
+1716-1771.
+
+
+_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College_.
+
+Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
+Ah, fields beloved in vain!
+Where once my careless childhood strayed,
+A stranger yet to pain!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Alas! regardless of their doom,
+The little victims play;
+No sense have they of ills to come,
+Nor care beyond to-day.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No more: where ignorance is bliss,
+'Tis folly to be wise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Progress of Poesy_.
+
+O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
+The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
+Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Bard_.
+
+Give ample room, and verge enough.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Elegy in a Country Churchyard_.
+
+The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The short and simple annals of the poor.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
+The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed,
+Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
+And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.
+
+
+And read their history in a nation's eyes.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
+And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Along the cool, sequestered vale of life
+They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And many a holy text around she strews,
+That teach the rustic moralist to die.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
+E'en in our ashes, live their wonted fires.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The bosom of his Father and his God.
+
+
+_Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude_.
+
+The meanest floweret of the vale,
+The simplest note that swells the gale,
+The common sun, the air, the skies,
+To him are opening paradise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM COLLINS.
+1720-1756.
+
+
+_Ode in 1746_.
+
+How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
+By all their country's wishes blessed!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+By fairy hands their knell is rung;
+By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
+There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
+To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
+And Freedom shall awhile repair,
+To dwell a weeping hermit there.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Passions_. Line 1.
+
+When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
+While yet in early Greece she sung.
+
+
+Line 10.
+
+Filled with fury, rapt, inspired.
+
+
+Line 28.
+
+'Twas sad by fits, by starts 'twas wild.
+
+
+Line 60.
+
+In notes by distance made more sweet.
+
+
+Line 68.
+
+In hollow murmurs died away.
+
+
+Line 95.
+
+O Music! sphere-descended maid,
+Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Eclogue_ 1. Line 5.
+
+Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell;
+'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ode on the Death of Thomson_.
+
+In yonder grave a Druid lies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MARK AKENSIDE.
+1721-1770.
+
+
+_Epistle to Curio_.
+
+The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
+And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+NATHANIEL COTTON.
+1721-1788.
+
+
+_The Fireside_. St. 3.
+
+If solid happiness we prize,
+Within our breast this jewel lies;
+And they are fools who roam:
+The world has nothing to bestow;
+From our own selves our joys must flow,
+And that dear hut--our home.
+
+
+St. 13.
+
+Thus hand in hand through life we'll go;
+Its checkered paths of joy and woe
+With cautious steps we'll tread.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN HOME.
+1722-1808.
+
+
+_Douglas_. Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+In the first days
+Of my distracting grief, I found myself
+As women wish to be who love their lords.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
+My father fed his flocks.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+OLIVER GOLDSMITH.
+1728-1774.
+
+THE TRAVELLER.
+
+
+Line 1.
+
+Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.
+
+
+Line 7.
+
+Where er I roam, whatever realms to see,
+My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee.
+
+
+Line 22.
+
+And learn the luxury of doing good.
+
+
+Line 26.
+
+Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view.
+
+
+Line 77.
+
+Such is the patriot's boast, where er we roam,
+His first, best country ever is at home.
+
+
+Line 153.
+
+By sports like these are all his cares beguiled,
+The sports of children satisfy the child.
+
+
+Line 172.
+
+But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
+
+
+Line 217.
+
+So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar.
+But bind him to his native mountains more.
+
+
+Line 251.
+
+Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
+Have led their children through the mirthful maze;
+And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore,
+Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore.
+
+
+Line 327.
+
+Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
+I see the lords of human kind pass by.
+
+
+Line 372.
+
+For just experience tells, in every soil,
+That those that think must govern those that toil.
+
+
+Line 386.
+
+Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
+
+
+Line 409.
+
+Forced from their homes, a melancholy train.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE DESERTED VILLAGE.
+
+
+Line 14.
+
+For talking age and whispering lovers made.
+
+
+Line 51.
+
+Ill fares the land to hastening ills a prey,
+Where wealth accumulates, and men decay,
+Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade,
+A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
+But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
+When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
+
+
+Line 62.
+
+And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
+
+
+Line 100.
+
+A youth of labor with an age of ease.
+
+
+Line 110.
+
+While resignation gently slopes the way--
+And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
+His heaven commences ere the world be past!
+
+
+Line 122.
+
+And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
+
+
+Line 141.
+
+A man he was to all the country dear,
+And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
+
+
+Line 158.
+
+Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
+
+
+Line 161.
+
+Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
+His pity gave ere charity began.
+
+
+Line 164.
+
+And even his failings leaned to virtue's side.
+
+
+Line 170.
+
+Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
+
+
+Line 180.
+
+And fools who came to scoff remained to pray.
+
+
+Line 184.
+
+And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.
+
+
+Line 192.
+
+Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
+
+
+Line 196.
+
+The village master taught his little school.
+
+
+Line 203.
+
+Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
+Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
+
+
+Line 212.
+
+For even though vanquished, he could argue still;
+While words of learned length and thundering sound
+Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;
+And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew
+That one small head could carry all he knew.
+
+
+Line 229.
+
+Contrived a double debt to pay.
+
+
+Line 254.
+
+One native charm than all the gloss of art.
+
+
+Line 264.
+
+The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.
+
+
+Line 329.
+
+Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
+Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
+
+
+Line 385.
+
+O Luxury! thou cursed by Heaven's decree.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+RETALIATION.
+
+
+Line 24.
+
+Who mixed reason with pleasure and wisdom with mirth.
+
+
+Line 31.
+
+Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind,
+And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
+
+
+Line 37.
+
+Though equal to all things, for all things unfit.
+
+
+Line 94.
+
+An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+VICAR OF WAKEFIELD.
+
+
+Chapter viii. _The Hermit_.
+
+Man wants but little here below,
+Nor wants that little long.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Chapter xvii. _Elegy on a Mad Dog_.
+
+The roan recovered of the bite,
+The dog it was that died.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Chapter xxiv.
+
+When lovely woman stoops to folly,
+And finds too late that men betray,
+What charm can soothe her melancholy?
+What art can wash her guilt away?
+The only art her guilt to cover,
+To hide her shame from every eye,
+To give repentance to her lover,
+And wring his bosom, is--to die.
+
+
+_Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaise_.
+
+The king himself has followed her
+When she has walked before.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+TOBIAS SMOLLETT.
+1721-1771.
+
+
+_Ode to Independence_.
+
+Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;
+Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,
+Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
+Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS PERCY.
+1728-1811.
+
+
+_Reliques of English Poetry. The Baffled Knight_.
+
+He that wold not when he might,
+He shall not when he wolda.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Friar of Orders Gray_.
+
+Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
+Thy sorrow is in vain;
+For violets plucked the sweetest showers
+Will ne'er make grow again.
+Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
+Men were deceivers ever;
+One foot on sea, and one on shore,
+To one thing constant never.
+
+
+_From Byrd's Psalmes, Sonets, &c_. 1588.
+
+My mind to me a kingdom is;
+Such perfect joy therein I find,
+As far exceeds all earthly bliss
+That God and Nature hath assigned.
+Though much I want that most would have,
+Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+BEILBY PORTEUS.
+1731-1808.
+
+
+_Death, a Poem_. Line 154.
+
+One murder makes a villain,
+Millions a hero.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JAMES BEATTIE.
+1735-1766.
+
+
+_The Minstrel_. Book i. St. 1.
+
+Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
+The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Hermit_. Line 8.
+He thought as a sage, but he felt as a man.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epigram_. _The Bucks had dined_.
+
+How hard their lot who neither won nor lost.
+
+
+
+
+CHARLES CHURCHILL.
+1741-1764.
+
+
+_The Rosciad_. Line 861.
+
+But spite of all the criticising elves,
+Those who would make us feel--must feel themselves.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MRS. THEALE.
+1740-1822.
+
+
+_Three Warnings_.
+
+The tree of deepest root is found
+Least willing still to quit the ground;
+'Twas therefore said, by ancient sages,
+That love of life increased with years
+So much, that in our latter stages,
+When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,
+The greatest love of life appears.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM COWPER.
+1731-1800.
+
+THE TASK.
+
+
+Book i. _The Sofa_.
+
+God made the county, and man made the town.[20]
+
+[Note 20: "God the first garden made, and the first city Cain."--Cowley]
+
+
+Book ii. _The Timepiece_.
+
+O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
+Some boundless contiguity of shade,
+Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
+Of unsuccessful or successful war,
+Might never roach me more.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Mountains interposed
+Make enemies of nations, who had else,
+Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+England, with all thy faults, I love thee still.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Praise enough
+To fill the ambition of a private man,
+That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There is a pleasure in poetic pains
+Which only poets know.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Variety's the very spice of life,
+That gives it all its flavor.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Book iii. _The Garden_.
+
+Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
+Of Paradise that hast survived the fall!
+
+How various his employments whom the world
+jails idle; and who justly in return
+Esteems that busy world an idler too!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Book iv. _Winter Evening_.
+
+And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn
+Throws up a steamy column, and the cups
+That cheer, but not inebriate, wait on each,
+So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
+To peep at such a world; to see the stir
+Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Book v. _Winter Morn in a Walk_.
+
+He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+Book vi. _Winter Walk at Noon_.
+
+There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
+And as the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased
+With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;
+Some chord in unison with what we hear
+Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Here the heart
+May give a useful lesson to the head,
+And Learning wiser grow without his books.
+
+
+_Tirocinium_.
+
+Shine by the side of every path we tread
+With such a lustre, he that runs may read.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Retirement_.
+
+Built God a church, and laughed His word to scorn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude!
+But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
+Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Conversation_.
+
+A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_John Gilpin_.
+
+That, though on pleasure she was bent,
+She had a frugal mind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+To dash through thick and thin.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A hat not much the worse for wear
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lines to his Mother's Picture_.
+
+O that those lips had language! Life has passed
+With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
+
+
+_Walking with God_.
+
+What peaceful hours I once enjoyed?
+How sweet their memory still!
+But they have left an aching void,
+The world can never fill.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+VERSES,
+_Supposed to be Written by Alexander Selkirk_.
+
+I am monarch of all I survey,
+My right there is none to dispute.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+O Solitude! where are the charms
+That sages have seen in thy face?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But the sound of the church-going bell
+Those valleys and rocks never heard,
+Never sighed at the sound of a knell,
+Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+How fleet is a glance of the mind!
+Compared with the speed of its flight,
+The tempest itself lags behind,
+And the swift-winged arrows of light.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+W. J. MICKLE.
+1734-1788.
+
+
+_The Mariner's Wife_.
+
+His very foot has music in 't
+As he comes up the stairs.
+
+
+
+
+JOHN LANGHORNE.
+1735-1779.
+
+
+_The Country Justice_.
+
+
+Part i
+
+Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew;
+The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew,
+Gave the sad presage of his future years,
+The child of misery, baptized in tears.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DR. WALCOTT.
+1738-1819.
+
+
+_Peter Pindar's Expostulatory Odes to a great Duke
+and a little Lord_. _Ode XV_.
+
+Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
+And every grin, so merry, draws one out.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MRS. BARBAULD.
+1743-1825.
+
+
+_Warrington Academy_.
+
+Man is the noblest growth our realms supply,
+And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR WILLIAM JONES.
+1746-1794.
+
+
+_A Persian Song of Hafiz_.
+
+Go boldly forth, my simple lay,
+Whose accents flow with artless ease,
+Like orient pearls at random strung.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ode in Imitation of Alcoeus_.
+
+What constitutes a state?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Men who their duties know,
+But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And sovereign law, that state's collected will,
+O'er thrones and globes elate,
+Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,
+Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.[21]
+
+[Note 21: "Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend
+in prayer, the rest on nature fix."--_Sir Edward Coke_.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CAPTAIN CHARLES MORRIS.
+--1832.
+
+
+_Billy Pitt and the Farmer_.
+
+Solid men of Boston, make no long orations;
+Solid men of Boston, drink no deep potations.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN TRUMBULL.
+1750-1881.
+
+
+_McFingal_. Canto i. Line 67.
+
+But optics sharp it needs, I ween,
+To see what is not to be seen.
+
+
+Canto iii. Line 489.
+
+No man e'er felt the halter draw,
+With good opinion of the law.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN
+1751-1816.
+
+
+_The Rivals_. Act v. Sc. 3.
+
+As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Critic_. Act ii. Sc. 1.
+
+My valor is certainly going! it is sneaking
+off! I feel it oozing out as it were at the pain,
+of my hands.
+
+
+Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Where they do agree, their unanimity is
+wonderful.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_School for Scandal_. Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+You shall see a beautiful quarto page, where
+a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a
+meadow of margin.
+
+
+Act iii. Sc. 3.
+
+Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
+Here's to the widow of fifty;
+Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,
+And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
+Let the toast pass;
+Drink to the lass;
+I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
+
+
+_The Duenna_. Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+I ne'er could any lustre see
+In eyes that would not look on me;
+I ne'er saw nectar on a lip
+But where my own did hope to sip.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas_.
+
+The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted
+to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GEORGE CRABBE.
+1754-1832.
+
+
+_Parish Register_.
+
+Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
+Who with no deep researches vex the brain,
+Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
+And hold their glimmering taper to the sun.
+
+
+_The Borough Schools_.
+
+Books cannot always please, however good;
+Minds are not ever craving for their food.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Borough Placers_.
+
+In this fool's paradise lie drank delight.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Birth of Flattery_.
+
+In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
+Be there a will, then wisdom finds a way.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT BURNS.
+1759-1796.
+
+
+_Tom O'Shanter_.
+
+Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
+Gather in' her brows like gatherin' storm,
+Nursin' her wrath to keep it warm.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
+O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But pleasures are like poppies spread,
+You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
+Or like the snow falls in the river,
+A moment white, then melts for ever.
+As Tammie gloured, amazed and curious,
+The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
+
+
+_To a Mouse_.
+
+The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
+Gang aft a-gley;
+An' lea'e us naught but grief and pain
+For promised joy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Scots wha hae_.
+
+Let us do, or die!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Address to the Unco Guid_.
+
+Then gently scan your brother man,
+Still gentler, sister woman;
+Though they may gang a kennin' wrang
+To step aside is human.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland_.
+
+If there's a hole in a' your coats,
+I rede you tent it;
+A chiel's amang you takin' notes,
+An', faith, he'll prent it.
+
+
+_To a Louse_.
+
+O wad some power the giftie gie us,
+To see oursel's as others see us!
+It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
+An' foolish notion.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epistle to a Young Friend_.
+
+The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip
+To haud the wretch in order;
+But where ye feel your honor grip,
+Let that aye be your border.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Twa Dogs_.
+
+His locked, lettered, braw brass collar
+Shawed him the gentleman and scholar.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Epistle to James Smith_.
+
+O Life! how pleasant in thy morning,
+Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
+Cold, pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
+We frisk away,
+Like schoolboys at th' expected warning.
+To joy and play.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Despondency_.
+
+O Life! them art a galling load,
+Along a rough, a weary road,
+To wretches such as I!
+
+
+_Auld Lang Syne_.
+
+Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
+And never brought to min'?
+Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
+And days o' lang syne?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Green grow the Rashes_.
+
+Her 'prentice han' she tried on man.
+And then she made the lasses, O!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Man was made to Mourn_.
+
+Man's inhumanity to man
+Makes countless thousands mourn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Death and Dr. Hornbook_.
+
+Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Is there for honest Poverty_.
+
+The _rank_ is but the guinea's _stamp_.
+
+The man's the gowd for a' that.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A prince can mak' a belted knight,
+A marquis, duke, and a that:
+But an honest man's aboon his might,
+Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.
+
+
+_The Cotter's Saturday Night_.
+
+He wales a portion with judicious care;
+And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS MOSS.
+--1808.
+
+
+_The Beggar_.
+
+Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
+Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
+Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
+Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GEORGE COLMAN.
+1762-1836.
+
+BROAD GRINS.
+
+
+_The Maid of the Moor_.
+
+And what's impossible can't be,
+And never, never comes to pass.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Three stories high, long, dull, and old,
+As great lord's stories often are.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lodgings for Single Gentlemen_.
+
+But when ill indeed,
+E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.
+
+
+_The Poor Gentleman_.
+
+Act i. Sc. 2.
+
+Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Prologue to the Heir ft Law_.
+
+On their own merits modest men are dumb.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS MORTON.
+1764-1836.
+
+
+_Speed the Plough_. Act i. Sc. 1.
+
+What will Mrs. Grundy say?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+GEORGE CANNING.
+1770-1827.
+
+POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.
+
+
+_The Needy Knife-Grinder_.
+
+Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d--d first.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Loves of the Triangles_.
+
+
+Line 178.
+
+So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides
+The Derby dilly, carrying three insides.
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
+1770-1850.
+
+
+_Quilt and Sorrow_.
+
+St. 41.
+
+And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
+And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_My Heart Leaps up_.
+
+The Child is father of the Man.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lucy Gray_.
+
+St. 2.
+
+The sweetest thing that ever grew
+Beside a human door.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_We are Seven_.
+
+A simple Child,
+That lightly draws its breath,
+And feels its life in every limb,
+What should it know of death?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Pet Lamb_.
+
+Drink, pretty creature, drink.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Brothers_.
+
+Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
+Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
+
+
+_Stanzas written in Thomson_.
+
+A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lucy_.
+
+She dwelt among the untrodden ways
+Beside the springs of Dove,
+A maid whom there were none to praise,
+And very few to love:
+A violet by a mossy stone
+Half hidden from the eye!
+Fair as a star, when only one
+Is shining in the sky.
+She lived unknown, and few could know
+When Lucy ceased to be;
+But she is in her grave, and oh!
+The difference to me!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Solitary Reaper_.
+
+Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
+That has been, and may be again.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The music in my heart I bore,
+Long after it was heard no more.
+
+
+_Rob Hoy's Grave_.
+
+St. 9.
+
+Because the good old rule
+Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
+That they should take who have the power,
+And they should keep who can.
+
+
+_Yarrow Unvisited_.
+
+
+The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
+Float double, swan and shadow!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Sonnets to National Independence and Liberty_.
+
+
+Part i. vi
+
+Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade
+Of that which once was great is passed away.
+
+
+Part i. xiv.
+
+Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart.
+
+
+Part i. xvi.
+
+We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
+That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
+Which Milton held.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Nutting_.
+
+One of those heavenly days that cannot die.
+
+
+_She was a Phantom of Delight_.
+
+A Creature not too bright or good
+For human nature's daily food,
+For transient sorrows, simple wiles;
+Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A perfect woman, nobly planned,
+To warn, to comfort, and command.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_I Wandered Lonely_.
+
+That inward eye
+Which is the bliss of solitude.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ruth_.
+
+A Youth to whom was given
+So much of earth, so much of heaven.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Resolution and Independence_.
+
+
+Part i. St. 7
+
+I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,
+The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;
+Of him who walked in glory and in joy,
+Following his plough, along the mountainside.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hart-Leap Well_.
+
+
+Part ii
+
+"A jolly place," said he, "in times of old!
+But something ails it now: the spot is cursed."
+Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
+With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Tintern Abbey_.
+
+Sensations sweet
+Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+That best portion of a good man's life,
+His little, nameless, unremembered acts
+Of kindness and of love.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+That blessed mood,
+In which the burden of the mystery,
+In which the heavy and the weary weight
+Of all this unintelligible world,
+Is lightened.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The fretful stir
+Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,
+Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The sounding cataract
+Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,
+The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
+Their colors and their forms, were then to me
+An appetite; a feeling and a love,
+That had no need of a remoter charm
+By thoughts supplied, nor any interest
+Unborrowed from the eye.
+But hearing often-times
+The still, sad music of humanity.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To a Skylark_.
+
+Type of the wise who soar, but never roam;
+True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Peter Bell_.
+
+
+Prologue. St. 1.
+
+There's something in a flying horse,
+There's something in a huge balloon.
+
+
+Prologue. St. 27.
+
+The common growth of Mother Earth
+Suffices me--her tears, her mirths
+Her humblest mirth and tears.
+
+
+Part i. St. 12.
+
+A primrose by a river's brim
+A yellow primrose was to him,
+And it was nothing more.
+
+
+Part i. St. 15.
+
+The soft blue sky did never melt
+Into his heart; he never felt
+The witchery of the soft blue sky!
+
+
+Part i. St. 26.
+
+As if the man had fixed his face,
+In many a solitary place,
+Against the wind and open sky!
+
+
+_Miscellaneous Sonnets_.
+
+
+Part i. xxx.
+
+The holy time is quiet as a Nun
+Breathless with adoration.
+
+
+Part i. xxxiii.
+
+The world is too much with us; late and soon,
+Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
+
+
+Part i. xxxv.
+
+'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
+Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind
+Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
+And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
+
+
+Part ii. xxxvi.
+
+Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
+And all that mighty heart is lying still!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Ecclesiastical Sonnets_.
+
+
+Part iii. v. _Walton's Book of Lives_.
+
+The feather, whence the pen
+Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
+Dropped from an Angel's wing.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Meek Walton's heavenly memory.
+
+
+_The Tables Turned_.
+
+Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,
+Or surely you'll grow double:
+Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
+Why all this toil and trouble?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+One impulse from a vernal wood
+May teach you more of man,
+Of moral evil and of good,
+Than all the sages can.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_A Poet's Epitaph_.
+
+St. 5.
+
+One that would peep and botanize
+Upon his mother's grave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Personal Talk_.
+
+St. 3.
+
+The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
+And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Small Celandine_.
+(From Poems referring to the Period of Old Age.)
+
+To be a Prodigal's Favorite--then, worse truth,
+A Miser's Pensioner--behold our lot!
+
+
+_Elegiac Stanzas suggested by a Picture of Peele
+Castle in a Storm_.
+
+St. 4.
+
+The light that never was, on sea or land,
+The consecration, and the Poet's dream.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Intimations of Immorality_.
+
+
+St 5.
+
+Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
+From God, who is our home:
+Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
+
+
+St. xi.
+
+To me the meanest flower that blows can give
+Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+THE EXCURSION.
+
+
+Book i.
+
+The vision and the faculty divine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The good die first,
+And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
+Burn to the socket.
+
+
+Book ii.
+
+With battlements, that on their restless fronts
+Bore stars.
+
+
+Book iii.
+
+Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.
+
+
+Book iv.
+
+I have seen
+A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
+Of inland ground, applying to his ear
+The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
+To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
+Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
+Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
+Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed
+Mysterious union with its native sea.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+One in whom persuasion and belief
+Had ripened into faith, and faith become
+A passionate intuition.
+
+
+Book vi.
+
+Spires whose silent fingers point to heaven.
+
+
+Book vii.
+
+Wisdom married to immortal verse.
+
+
+Book ix.
+
+The primal duties shine aloft, like stars,
+The charities, that soothe, and heal, and bless,
+Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+HON. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER.
+1770-1834.
+
+
+_Lines to Lady A. Hamilton_.
+
+Too late I stayed--forgive the crime;
+Unheeded flew the hours.
+How noiseless falls the foot of time,
+That only treads on flowers!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DR. GEORGE SEWELL.
+--1726.
+
+When all the blandishments of life are gone,
+The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.
+1772-1834
+
+_The Ancient Mariner_.
+
+
+Part i.
+
+And listens like a three years' child.
+
+
+Part ii.
+
+We were the first that ever burst
+Into that silent sea.
+As idle as a painted ship
+Upon a painted ocean.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Water, water, everywhere,
+Nor any drop to drink.
+
+
+Part iv.
+
+Alone, alone, all, all alone,
+Alone on a wide, wide sea.
+
+
+Part v.
+
+A noise like of a hidden brook
+In the leafy mouth of June.
+
+
+Part vii.
+
+He prayeth well, who loveth well
+Both man and bird and beast.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He prayeth best, who loveth best
+All things, both great and small.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A sadder and a wiser man,
+He rose the morrow morn.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Christabel_. Part ii.
+
+Alas! they had been friends in youth;
+But whispering tongues can poison truth:
+And constancy lives in realms above.
+
+
+_The Devil's Thoughts_.
+
+And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin,
+Is pride that apes humility.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Love_.
+
+All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
+Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
+All are but ministers of Love,
+And feeds his sacred flame.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement_.
+
+Blest hour! it was a luxury--to be!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni_.
+
+Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
+In his steep course?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Three Graves_.
+
+A mother is a mother still,
+The holiest thing alive.
+
+
+_The Visit of the Gods_.
+
+Never, believe me,
+Appear the Immortals,
+Never alone.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Knight's Tomb_.
+
+The Knight's bones are dust,
+And his good sword rust;
+His soul is with the saints, I trust.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On Taking Leave of_--. 1817.
+To know, to esteem, to love--and then to part,
+Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Cologne_.
+
+The river Rhine, it is well known,
+Doth wash your city of Cologne;
+But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
+Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Wallenstein_.
+
+
+Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4.
+
+The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
+The fair humanities of old religion,
+The power, the beauty, and the majesty,
+That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain,
+Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,
+Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished;
+They live no longer in the faith of reason.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Death of Wallenstein_.
+
+
+Act. v. Sc. 1.
+
+Clothing the palpable and familiar
+With golden exhalations of the dawn.
+
+
+Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+Often do the spirits
+Of great events stride on before the events.
+And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT SOUTHEY.
+1774-1843.
+
+
+_Curse of Kehama_. Canto x.
+
+They sin who tell us love can die.
+With life all other passions fly,
+All others are but vanity.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CHARLES LAMB.
+1775-1834.
+
+
+_Old Familiar Faces_.
+
+I have had playmates, 1 have had companions,
+In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;
+All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
+
+
+_Detached Thoughts on Books_.
+
+Books which are no books.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS CAMPBELL.
+1777-1844.
+
+
+_Pleasures of Hope_.
+
+
+Part i. Line 7.
+
+'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
+And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
+
+
+Line 359.
+
+O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save.
+
+
+Line 381.
+
+Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
+And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
+His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
+
+
+Part ii. Line 5.
+
+Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
+The power of grace, the magic of a name?
+
+
+Line 23.
+
+Without the smile from partial beauty won,
+Of what were man?--a world without a sun.
+
+
+Line 37.
+
+The world was sad!--the garden was a wild!
+And man, the hermit, sighed--till woman smiled.
+
+
+Line 45.
+
+While Memory watches o'er the sad review
+Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
+
+
+Line 95.
+
+There shall he love, when genial mom appears,
+Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
+
+
+Line 194.
+
+That gems the starry girdle of the year.
+
+
+Line 263.
+
+Melt, and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
+Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
+
+
+Line 325.
+
+O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
+To waft us home the message of despair?
+
+
+Line 377.
+
+What though my winged hours of bliss have been,
+Like angel-visits, few and far between.
+
+
+_O'Connor's Child_.
+
+Another's sword has laid him low,
+Another's and another's;
+And every hand that dealt the blow,
+Ah me! it was a brother's!
+
+
+_Lochiel's Warning_.
+
+'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
+And coming events cast their shadows before.
+
+
+_Ye Mariners of England_.
+
+Ye mariners of England!
+That guard our native seas,
+Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
+The battle and the breeze.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Britannia needs no bulwarks,
+No towers along the steep;
+Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
+Her home is on the deep.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Soldier's Dream_.
+
+In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
+But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn,
+And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hohenlinden_.
+
+The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
+Who rush to glory, or the grave!
+
+
+_Gertrude of Wyoming_.
+
+Part iii. St. 1.
+
+O love! in such a wilderness as this.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WALTER SCOTT.
+1771-1832.
+
+THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 1.
+
+If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
+Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 12.
+
+I was not always a man of woe.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 22.
+
+I cannot tell how the truth may be;
+I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
+
+
+Canto iii. St. 2.
+
+Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
+And men below and saints above;
+For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
+
+
+Canto v. St. 1.
+
+Call it not vain; they do not err,
+Who say, that, when the poet dies,
+Mute Nature mourns her worshiper,
+And celebrates his obsequies.
+
+
+Canto v. St. 13.
+
+True love's the gift which God has given
+To man alone beneath the heaven.
+It is the secret sympathy,
+The silver link, the silken tie,
+Which heart to heart, and mind to mind,
+In body and in soul can bind.
+
+
+Canto vi. St. 1.
+
+Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
+Who never to himself hath said,
+This is my own, my native land!
+Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
+As home his footsteps he hath turned
+Prom wandering on a foreign strand?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
+
+
+Canto vi. St. 2.
+
+O Caledonia! stern and wild,
+Meet nurse for a poetic child!
+Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;
+Land of the mountain and the flood.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Marmion_.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 27.
+
+'Tis an old tale, and often told.
+
+
+Canto v. St. 12.
+
+With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.
+
+
+Canto vi. St. 14.
+
+And dar'st thou then
+To beard the lion in his den?
+
+
+Canto vi. St. 30,
+
+O woman! in our hours of ease,
+Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
+And variable as the shade
+By the light quivering aspen made,
+When pain and anguish wring the brow,
+A ministering angel thou!
+
+
+Canto vi. St. 32.
+
+Charge, Chester, charge! On, Stanley, on!
+Were the last words of Marmion.
+
+
+Canto vi. Last Lines.
+
+To all, to each, a fair good night,
+And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Lady of the Lake_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 18.
+
+And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
+A nymph, a naiad, or a grace,
+Of finer form or lovelier face.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A foot more light, a step more true,
+Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 21.
+
+On his bold visage middle age
+Had slightly pressed its signet sage.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 22.
+
+Some feelings are to mortals given
+With less of earth in them than heaven.
+
+
+Canto iv. St. 1.
+
+The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
+And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
+
+
+Canto iv. St. 30.
+
+Art thou a friend to Roderick?
+
+
+Canto v. St. 10.
+
+Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
+From its firm base as soon as I.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And the stern joy which warriors feel
+In foemen worthy of their steel.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Lord of the Isles_.
+
+
+Canto v. Stanza 18.
+
+O many a shaft, at random sent,
+Finds mark, the archer little meant!
+And many a word at random spoken
+May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Old Mortality_.
+
+
+Vol. ii. Chapter xxi.
+
+Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
+To all the sensual world proclaim,
+One crowded hour of glorious life
+Is worth an age without a name.
+
+
+_Bob Roy_.
+
+
+Vol. i. Chapter ii.
+
+O for the voice of that wild horn
+On Fontarabian echoes borne.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Monastery_.
+
+
+Vol. i. Chapter ii.
+
+Within that awful volume lies
+The mystery of mysteries!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS MOORE.
+1780-1852.
+
+
+_Lalla Rookh_. _The Fire-Worshippers_.
+
+O, ever thus from childhood's hour
+I've seen my fondest hopes decay;
+I never loved a tree or flower,
+But 'twas the first to fade away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Light of the Harem_.
+
+Alas! how light a cause may move
+Dissension between hearts that love!
+Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
+And sorrow but more closely tied;
+That stood the storm when waves were rough,
+Yet in a sunny hour fall off,
+Like ships that have gone down at sea,
+When heaven was all tranquillity.
+
+
+_All that's bright must fade_.
+
+All that's bright must fade--
+The brightest still the fleetest;
+All that's sweet was made
+But to be lost when sweetest.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Farewell! But whenever you welcome the hour_.
+
+You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
+But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+REGINALD HEBER.
+1783-1826.
+
+
+_Christman Hymn_.
+
+Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
+Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Missionary Hymn_.
+
+From Greenland's icy mountains,
+From India's coral strand,
+Where Afric's sunny fountains
+Roll down their golden sand.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Palestine_.
+
+No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
+Like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung.
+Majestic silence!
+
+
+
+
+
+JONATHAN M. SEWALL.
+
+
+_Epilogue to Cato_.
+
+
+_Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth_, N. H., 1778.
+
+No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,
+But the whole boundless continent is yours.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SAMUEL WOODWORTH.
+1785-1842.
+
+The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
+The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+LORD BYRON.
+1788-1821.
+
+
+_Childe Harold_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 9.
+
+Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
+And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 2.
+
+A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
+
+
+Stanza 6.
+
+The dome of Thought, the palace of the soul.
+
+
+Stanza 23.
+
+Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
+
+
+Stanza 73.
+
+Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
+Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
+
+
+Stanza 76.
+
+Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not,
+Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow?
+
+
+Stanza 88.
+
+Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Age shakes Athena's towers, but spares gray Marathon.
+
+
+Canto iii. St. 1.
+
+Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
+
+
+Stanza 21.
+
+There was a sound of revelry by night.
+And all went merry as a marriage-bell.
+
+
+Stanza 28.
+
+Battle's magnificently stern array!
+
+
+Stanza 55.
+
+The castled crag of Drachenfels
+Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine.
+
+
+Stanza 92.
+
+The sky is changed! and such a change! O night,
+And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,
+Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
+Of a dark eye in woman.
+
+
+Stanza 113.
+
+I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
+
+
+Canto iv. St. 1.
+
+I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs.
+
+
+Stanza 24.
+
+The cold--the changed--perchance the dead anew,
+The mourned--the loved--the lost--too many! yet how few!
+
+
+Stanza 49.
+
+Fills
+The air around with beauty.
+
+
+Stanza 69.
+
+The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss.
+
+
+Stanza 79.
+
+The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
+
+
+Stanza 109.
+
+Man!
+Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
+
+
+Stanza 115.
+
+The nympholepsy of some fond despair.
+
+
+Stanza 145.
+
+While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand
+When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
+And when Home falls, the world.[22]
+
+[Note 22: The exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century is
+recorded by the Venerable Bede]
+
+
+Stanza 177.
+
+O that the desert were my dwelling-place,
+With one fair spirit for my minister,
+That I might all forget the human race,
+And, hating no one, love but only her!
+
+
+Stanza 178.
+
+There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
+There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
+There is society where none intrudes
+By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
+
+
+Stanza 179.
+
+Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
+
+
+Stanza 185.
+
+And what is writ, is writ.
+Would it were worthier!
+
+
+_Memoranda from his Life_.
+
+I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Giaour_. Line 72.
+
+Before decay's effacing fingers
+Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
+
+
+Line 92.
+
+So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
+We start, for soul is wanting there.
+
+
+Line 106.
+
+Shrine of the mighty! can it be
+That this is all remains of thee?
+
+
+Line 123.
+
+For freedom's battle, once begun,
+Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son,
+Though baffled oft, is ever won.
+
+
+Line 418.
+
+And lovelier things have mercy shown
+To every failing but their own;
+And every won a tear can claim,
+Except an erring sister's shame.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Parasina_. St. 1.
+
+It is the hour when from the boughs
+The nightingale's high note is heard;
+It is the hour when lovers' vows
+Seem sweet in every whispered word.
+
+
+_The Bride of Abydos_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 1.
+
+Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle.
+
+
+Stanza 6.
+
+The light of love, the purity of grace,
+The mind, the music breathing from her face,
+The heart whose softness harmonized the whole
+And oh! that eye was in itself a soul!
+
+
+Canto ii. St. 20.
+
+Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
+The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
+And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He makes a solitude, and calls it--peace.[23]
+
+[Note 23: "Solitudinem fociunt--pacem appellant."
+--_Tacitus, Agricola_, cap. 30.]
+
+
+_Darkness_.
+
+I had a dream which was not all a dream.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lara_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 2.
+
+Lord of himself--that heritage of woe!
+
+
+_The Corsair_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 1.
+
+O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea;
+Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
+Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
+Survey our empire, and behold our home.
+
+
+Stanza 3.
+
+She walks the waters like a thing of life,
+And seems to dare the elements to strife.
+
+
+Stanza 8.
+
+The power of Thought--the magic of the Mind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The many still must labor for the one!
+
+
+Stanza 9.
+
+There was a laughing devil in his sneer.
+Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed Farewell!
+
+
+Stanza 15.
+
+Farewell!
+For in that word--that fatal word--howe'er
+We promise--hope--believe--there breathes despair.
+
+
+Canto iii. St. 22.
+
+No words suffice the secret soul to show,
+For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
+
+
+Stanza 24.
+
+He left a corsair's name to other times,
+Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Beppo_.
+
+
+Stanza 27.
+
+For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
+Will back their own opinions by a wager.
+
+
+Stanza 45.
+
+Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
+Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
+
+
+Stanza 80.
+
+O Mirth and Innocence! O Milk and Water!
+Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Dream_.
+
+And both were young, and one was beautiful.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And to his eye
+There was but one beloved face on earth,
+And that was shining on him.
+A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And they were canopied by the blue sky,
+so cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
+That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.
+
+
+_The Waltz_.
+
+Hands promiscuously applied,
+Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_English Bards_.
+
+'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
+A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+As soon
+Seek roses in December--ice in June.
+Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Believe a woman, or an epitaph,
+Or any other thing that's false, before
+You trust in critics.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Perverts the Prophets, and purloins the
+Psalms.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Monody on the Death of Sheridan_.
+
+When all of Genius which can perish dies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Who track the steps of Glory to the grave.
+
+Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,
+And broke the die in moulding Sheridan.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Don Juan_.
+
+
+Canto i. St. 22.
+
+But, O ye lords of ladies intellectual!
+Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all?
+
+
+Canto i. St. 117.
+
+Whispering I will ne'er consent, consented.
+
+
+Canto xiii. St. 95.
+
+Society is now one polished horde,
+Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored_.
+
+
+Canto xv. St. 13.
+
+The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
+An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hebrew Melodies_.
+
+She walks in beauty, like the night
+Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
+And all that's best of dark and bright
+Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
+Thus mellowed to that tender light
+Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
+
+
+
+
+
+CHARLES WOLFE.
+1791-1823.
+
+
+_The Burial of Sir John Moore_.
+
+Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
+But we left him alone with his glory!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
+1795-1820.
+
+
+_The American flag_.
+
+When Freedom from her mountain height
+Unfurled her standard to the air,
+She tore the azure robe of night,
+And set the stars of glory there.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN KEATS.
+1796-1820.
+
+
+_Endymion_. Line 1.
+
+A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_St. Agnes' Eve_. Stanza 27.
+
+Music's golden tongue
+Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Hyperion_. Line 5.
+
+That large utterance of the early gods.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT POLLOK.
+1798-1827.
+
+
+_The Course of Time_.
+
+
+Book viii. Line 616.
+
+He was a man
+Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
+To serve the devil in.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS HOOD.
+1798-1845.
+
+
+_The Death-Bed_.
+
+We watched her breathing through the night,
+Her breathing soft and low,
+in her breast the wave of life
+Kept heaving to and fro.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Our very hopes belied our fears,
+Our fears our hopes belied;
+We thought her dying when she slept,
+And sleeping when she died.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Bridge of Sighs_.
+
+One more Unfortunate
+Weary of breath,
+Rashly importunate,
+Gone to her death.
+
+
+Take her up tenderly,
+Lift her with care;
+Fashioned so slenderly
+Young, and so fair!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SAMUEL ROGERS.
+
+
+_Human Life_.
+
+A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding,
+Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
+Till waked and kindled by the master's spell;
+And feeling hearts--touch them but rightly--pour
+A thousand melodies unheard before!
+Then, never less alone than when alone,
+Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
+Loved and still loves--not dead, but gone before--
+He gathers round him.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_A Wish_.
+
+Mine be a cot beside the hill;
+A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear;
+A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
+With many a fall, shall linger near.
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES.
+
+
+_Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube_.
+
+
+Stanza 2.
+
+But on and up, where Nature's heart
+Beats strong amid the hills.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Men of Old_.
+
+Great thoughts, great feelings, came to them,
+Like instincts, unawares.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A man's best things are nearest him,
+Lie close about his feet.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+BRYAN W. PROCTOR.
+
+
+_The Sea_.
+
+The sea! the sea! the open sea!
+The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I never was on the dull, tame shore,
+But I loved the great sea more and more.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ALFRED TENNYSON.
+
+
+_Locksley Hall_.
+
+He will hold thee, when his passion shall have
+spent its novel force,
+Something better than his dog, a little dearer
+than his horse.
+
+
+I will take some savage woman, she shall rear
+my dusky race.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of
+Cathay.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_In Memoriam_. xxvii.
+
+'Tis better to have loved and lost
+Than never to have loved at all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Fatima_. St. 3.
+
+O Love, O fire! once he drew
+With one long kiss my whole soul through
+My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Princess_. Canto iv.
+
+Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
+Tears from the depth of some divine despair
+Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
+In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
+And thinking of the days that are no more.
+
+Dear as remembered kisses after death,
+And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
+On lips that are for others; deep as love,
+Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
+O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
+
+
+Canto 7.
+
+Sweet is every sound,
+Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet;
+Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,
+The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
+And murmuring of innumerable bees.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Happy he
+With such a mother! faith in womankind
+Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
+Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
+He shall not blind his soul with clay.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lady Clara Vere de Vere_.
+
+From yon blue heaven above us bent,
+The grand old gardener and his wife
+Smile at the claims of loner descent.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+HENRY TAYLOR
+
+
+_Philip Van Artevelde_.
+
+
+Part i. Act i. Sc. 5.
+
+The world knows nothing of its greatest men.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON.
+
+
+_Richelieu_. Act ii. Sc. 2.
+
+Beneath the rule of men entirely great
+The pen is mightier than the sword.
+
+
+
+
+PHILIP JAMES BAILEY.
+
+
+_Festus_.
+
+We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
+In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
+We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
+Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS K. HERVEY.
+
+
+_The Devil's Progress_.
+
+The tomb of him who would have made
+The world too glad and free.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He stood beside a cottage lone,
+And listened to a lute,
+One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,
+And the nightingale was mute!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Like ships, that sailed for sunny isles,
+But never came to shore!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JAMES ALDRICH.
+
+
+_A Death-Bed_.
+
+Her suffering ended with the day,
+Yet lived she at its close,
+And breathed the long, long night away,
+In statue-like repose!
+
+But when the sun, in all his state,
+Illumined the eastern skies,
+She passed through Glory's morning gate,
+And walked in Paradise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
+
+
+_Thanatopsis_.
+
+To him who in the love of Nature holds
+Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
+A various language.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Go forth, under the open sky, and list
+To Nature's teachings.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Sustained and soothed
+By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
+Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch.
+About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_March_.
+
+The stormy March has come at last,
+With wind and clouds and changing skies;
+I hear the rushing of the blast
+That through the snowy valley flies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Autumn Woods_.
+
+But 'neath yon crimson tree,
+Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame,
+Nor mark, within its roseate canopy,
+Her blush of maiden shame.
+
+
+_Forest Hymn_.
+
+The groves were God's first temples.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Death of the Flowers_.
+
+The melancholy days are come,
+The saddest of the year,
+Of wailing winds, and naked woods,
+And meadows brown and sear.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Battlefield_.
+
+Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:
+The eternal years of God are hers;
+But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
+And dies among his worshippers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.
+
+
+_Marco Bozzaris_.
+
+Strike--for your altars and your fires;
+Strike--for the green graves of y our sires;
+God, and your native land!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+One of the few, the immortal names,
+That were not born to die.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake_.
+
+Green be the turf above thee,
+Friend of my better days;
+None knew thee but to love thee,
+Nor named thee but to praise.
+
+
+_Burns_.
+
+Such graves as his are pilgrim-shrines,
+Shrines to no code or creed confined--
+The Delphian vales, the Palestines,
+The Meccas of the mind.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CHARLES SPRAGUE.
+
+
+_Curiosity_.
+
+Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,
+Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends,
+An incarnation of fat dividends.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Centennial Ode_.
+
+
+Stanza 22.
+
+Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze
+We lift our heads, a race of other days.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_To my Cigar_.
+
+Yes, social friend, I love thee well,
+In learned doctor's spite;
+Thy clouds all other clouds dispel,
+And lap me in delight.
+
+
+
+
+HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.
+
+
+_A Psalm of Life_.
+
+Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
+"Life is but an empty dream!"
+For the soul is dead that slumbers,
+And things are not what they seem.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Let the dead Past bury its dead!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Lives of great men all remind us
+We can make our lives sublime,
+And, departing, leave behind us
+Footprints on the sands of time.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Still achieving, still pursuing,
+Learn to labor and to wait.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Light of Stars_.
+
+Know how sublime a thing it is
+To suffer and be strong.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_It is not always May_.
+
+For Time will teach thee soon the truth,
+There are no birds in last year's nest!
+
+
+_Maidenhood_.
+
+Standing, with reluctant feet,
+Where the brook and river meet,
+Womanhood and childhood fleet!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Goblet of Life_.
+
+O suffering, sad humanity!
+O ye afflicted ones, who lie
+Steeped to the lips in misery,
+Longing, and yet afraid to die,
+Patient, though sorely tried!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Resignation_.
+
+There is no flock, however watched and tended,
+But one dear lamb is there!
+There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
+But has one vacant chair.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The air is full of farewells to the dying,
+And mournings for the dead.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Golden Legend_.
+
+Time has laid his hand
+Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
+But as a harper lays his open palm
+Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
+
+
+
+
+OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
+
+
+_A Metrical Essay_.
+
+The freeman casting with unpurchased hand
+The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
+Long has it waved on high,
+And many an eye has danced to see
+That banner in the sky.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Nail to the mast her holy flag,
+Set every threadbare sail,
+And give her to the god of storms,
+The lightning and the gale.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Urania_.
+
+Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure,
+He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!--
+And, when you stick on conversation's burrs,
+Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful _urs_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Music-Grinders_.
+
+You think they are crusaders, sent
+From some infernal clime,
+To pluck the eyes of Sentiment,
+And dock the tail of Rhyme,
+To crack the voice of Melody,
+And break the legs of Time.
+
+
+
+
+JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
+
+
+_The Vision of Sir Launfal_.
+
+And what is so rare as a day in June?
+Then, if ever, come perfect days;
+Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
+And over it softly her warm ear lays.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Changeling_.
+
+This child is not mine as the first was,
+I cannot sing it to rest,
+I cannot lift it up fatherly
+And bless it upon my breast;
+Yet it lies in my little one's cradle
+And sits in my little one's chair,
+And the light of the heaven she's gone to
+Transfigures its golden hair.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WILLIAM BASSE.
+1613-1648.
+
+
+_On Shakespeare_.
+
+Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
+To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
+A little nearer Spenser, to make room
+For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
+
+
+
+
+DAVID EVERETT.
+1769-1813.
+
+
+_Lines written for a School Declamation_.
+
+You'd scarce expect one of my age
+To speak in public on the stage;
+And if I chance to fall below
+Demosthenes or Cicero,
+Don't view me with a critic's eye,
+But pass my imperfections by.
+Large streams from little fountains flow,
+Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOSEPH HOPKINSON.
+1770-1842.
+
+
+_Hail Columbia_.
+
+Hail Columbia! happy land!
+Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+F. S. KEY.
+
+
+_The Star-spangled Banner_.
+
+The star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
+O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ALBERT G. GREENE.
+
+
+_Old Grimes_.
+
+Old Grimes is dead; that good old man,
+We ne'er shall see him more:
+He used to wear a long black coat,
+All buttoned down before.
+
+
+
+
+JOHN LOUIS UHLAND.
+
+
+_The Passage_. _Translated by Mrs. Sarah Austin_.
+
+Take, O boatman, thrice thy fee;
+Take--I give it willingly;
+For, invisible to thee,
+Spirits twain have crossed with me.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH.
+
+
+_Stanzas_.
+
+Thought is deeper than all speech;
+Feeling deeper than all thought;
+Souls to souls can never teach
+What unto themselves was taught.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+EATON STANNARD BARRETT.
+
+
+_Woman_.
+
+Not she with trait'rous kiss her Master stung,
+Not she denied him with unfaithful tongue;
+She, when apostles fled, could danger brave,
+Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MISS FANNY STEERS.
+
+
+_Song_.
+
+The last link is broken
+That bound me to thee,
+And the words thou hast spoken
+Have rendered me free.
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD BAXTER.
+1615-1691.
+
+
+_Love breathing Thanks and Praise_.
+
+I preached as never sure to preach again,
+And as a dying man to dying men.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ROGER L'ESTRANGE.
+1616-1704.
+
+
+_Fables from several Authors_.
+
+Fable 398.
+Though this may be play to you,
+'Tis death to us.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MISCELLANEOUS.
+
+_From Apophthegms_, &c., first gathered and
+compiled in Latin, by Erasmus, and now
+translated into English by Nicholas Vdall.
+8vo. 1542. Fol. 239.
+
+That same man, that rennith awaie,
+Maie again fight an other daie.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_From the Musarum Deliciae_, compiled by Sir
+John Mennis and Dr. James Smith. 1640
+
+He that fights and runs away
+May live to fight another day.[24]
+
+[Note 24: See Butler--Hudibras, _ante_, p. 125.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD GRAFTON.
+
+
+_Abridgement of the Chronicles of Englande_. 1570. 8vo.
+
+"A rule to knowe how many dayes euery moneth in the yeare hath."
+
+Thirty dayes hath Nouember,
+Aprill, June, and September,
+February hath xxviii alone,
+And all the rest have xxxi.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Return from Parnassus_. 4to. London. 1606.
+
+Thirty days hath September,
+April, June, and November,
+February eight-and-twenty all alone,
+And all the rest have thirty-one;
+Unless that leap year doth combine,
+And give to February twenty-nine.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Lines used by Joint Hall, in encourage the
+Rebels in Wat Tyler's Rebellion. Hume's
+History of England_, Vol. I. Chap. 17.
+
+
+Note i.
+
+When Adam dolve, and Eve span,
+Who was then the gentleman?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_From the Garland, a Collection of Poems_.
+
+1721, by Mr. Br--st, author of a Copy of
+Verses called "The British Beauties."
+Praise undeserved is Satire in disguise.[25]
+
+[Note 25: This line is quoted by Pope, in the 1st Epistle of
+Horace, Book ii,--"Praise undeserved is _Scandal_ in disguise."]
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS A KEMPIS.
+1380-1471.
+
+
+_Imitation of Christ_.
+
+
+Book i. Chapter 19.
+
+Man proposes, but God disposes.[26]
+
+[Note 26: This expression is of much Creator antiquity, it appears in
+the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, from 1066 to 1176, page 27, Lower's
+Translation, and also in Piers Ploughman's Vision, line 13994.]
+
+
+Book i. Chapter 23.
+
+And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.
+
+
+Book iii. Chapter 12.
+
+Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+FRANCIS RABELAIS.
+1483-1553.
+
+
+_Translated by Urquhart and Motteux_.
+
+
+Book i. Chapter 1. Note 2.
+
+To return to our muttons.
+
+
+Book i. Chapter 5.
+
+To drink no more than a sponge.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Appetite comes with eating, says Angeston.
+
+
+Book i. Chapter 11.
+
+He looked a gift horse in the mouth.
+
+By robbing Peter he paid Paul,...
+and hoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+He did make of necessity virtue.
+
+
+Book iv. Chapter 23.
+
+I'll go his halves.
+
+
+Book iv. Chapter 24.
+
+The Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be;
+The Devil was well, the Devil a monk was he.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+MIGUEL DE CERVANTES.
+1547-1616.
+
+
+_Don Quixote_. _Translated by Jarvis_.
+
+
+Part i. Book iv. Ch. 20.
+
+Every one is the son of his own works.
+
+
+Part i. Book iv. Ch. 23.
+
+I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my
+will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is
+contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to
+be desired, there is an end of it.
+
+
+Part ii. Book i. Ch. 4.
+
+Every one is as God made him, and often-times a great deal worse.
+
+
+Part ii. Book iv. Oh. 16.
+
+Blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human
+thoughts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
+1554-1586.
+
+
+_The Defense of Poesy_.
+
+He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old
+men from the chimney-corner.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglass, that I found not my
+heart moved more than with a trumpet.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Arcadia_. Book i.
+
+There is no man suddenly either excellently good, or extremely evil.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS HOBBES.
+1588-1679.
+
+
+_The Leviathan_.
+
+
+Part i. Chap. 4.
+
+For words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them; but they
+are the money of fools.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+FRANCIS BACON.
+1561-1626.
+
+
+Essay viii. _Of Marriage and Single Life_.
+
+He that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune, for
+they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.
+
+
+Essay 1. _Of Studies_.
+
+Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be
+chewed and digested.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact
+man.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Histories make men wise, poets witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural
+philosophy, deep, moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN MILTON.
+1608-1674.
+
+
+_Tract on Education_.
+
+In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant,
+it were an injury and a sullennes against Nature not to go out and see
+her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
+
+
+_The Reason of Church Government urged against Prelaty_.
+_Introduction to Book 2_.
+
+A poet soaring in the high reason of his
+fancy, with his garland and singing robes, about him.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of
+delightful studies.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Areopagitica_.
+
+Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself
+like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks;
+methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her
+undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Apology for Smectymmius_.
+
+He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in
+laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS FULLER.
+1608-1661.
+
+
+_Holy State_. Book ii. Ch. 20. The Good Sea-captain.
+
+But our captain counts the image of God, nevertheless his image cut in
+ebony, as if done in ivory.
+
+
+Book iii. Ch. 12. Of Natural Fools.
+
+Their heads sometimes so little, that there is no more room for wit;
+sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room.
+
+
+Book iii. Ch. 22. Of Marriage.
+
+They that marry ancient people merely in expectation to bury them, hang
+themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter.
+
+
+Andronicus. Ad. fin. 1.
+
+Often the cockloft is empty, in those which
+Nature hath built many stories high.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+ANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN.
+1653-1716.
+
+
+_From a Letter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, &c_.
+
+I knew a very wise man that believed that, if a man were permitted to
+make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a
+nation.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+HENRY ST. JOHN, VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE.
+1672-1751.
+
+
+_On the Study and Use of History_. Letter 2.
+
+I have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius Halicarnassus, I think,
+that History is Philosophy teaching by examples.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.
+1706-1790.
+
+
+_Poor Richard_.
+
+God helps them that help themselves.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Dost thou love life, then do not squander
+time, for that is the stuff life is made of.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Early to bed, and early to rise,
+Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Three removes are as bad as a fire.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Vessels large may venture more,
+But little boats should keep near shore.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+You pay too much for your whistle.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_From a Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley, on the
+Loss of her American Squirrel_.
+
+Here Skugg
+Lies snug,
+As a bug
+In a rug.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+LAURENCE STERNE.
+1713-1768.
+
+
+_Tristam Shandy_.
+
+
+Vol. ii. Chapter xii.
+
+Go, poor devil, get thee gone; why should
+hurt thee? This world surely is wide
+enough to hold both thee and me.
+
+
+Vol. iii. Chapter ix.
+
+Great wits jump.[27]
+
+[Note 27: "Good witts will jumpe."--_Dr. Couqham,
+Camden Soc. Pub._, p.20]
+
+
+Vol. iii. Chapter xi.
+
+Our armies swore terribly in Flanders, cried
+my uncle Toby--but nothing to this.
+
+
+Vol. vi. Chapter viii.
+
+And the recording angel, as he wrote it
+down, dropped a tear upon the word and
+blotted it out for ever.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY.
+
+
+Page 1.
+
+"They order" said I, "this matter better in France."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_In the Street_. _Calais_.
+
+I pity the man who can travel from Dan to
+Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren.
+
+
+_The Passport_. _The Hotel at Paris_.
+
+Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery,
+said I, still thou art a bitter draught.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Maria_.
+
+God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[28]
+
+[Note 28: "Dieu mesure le vent a la brebis tondue."--_Henri
+Estienne_. _Premices_. etc., p. 47, a collection of proverbs, published
+in 1594.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS PAINE.
+1737-1809.
+
+
+_Letter to the Addressers_.
+
+And the final event to himself (Mr. Burke)
+has been that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell
+like the stick.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_The Crisis_. No. 1.
+
+These are the times that try men's souls.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+_Age of Reason_. Part ii. ad fin. (note).
+
+The sublime and the ridiculous are so often
+so nearly related that it is difficult to class
+them separately. One step above the sublime
+makes the ridiculous, and one step above the
+ridiculous makes the sublime again.[29]
+
+[Note 29: Probably the original of Napoleon's celebrated mot,
+"Du sublime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas."]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+DON JOSEPH PALAFOX.
+1780-1843.
+
+
+_At the Siege of Saragossa_.
+
+War to the knife.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THOMAS B. MACAULAY.
+
+
+_Edinburgh Review, Oct., 1840, on Ranke's History of the Popes_.
+
+She (the Roman Catholic Church) may still exist in undiminished vigor,
+when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast
+solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the
+ruins of St. Paul's.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOHN RANDOLPH.
+1773-1833.
+
+
+_Speeches_, 1828.
+
+A wise and masterly inactivity.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+WASHINGTON IRVING.
+
+
+_The Creole Village_.
+
+The Almighty Dollar.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+FRANCIS DUC DE ROCHEFOUCAULD.
+1613-1680.
+
+
+_Maxim ccxvii_.
+
+Hypocrisy is a sort of homage that vice
+pays to virtue.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+JOSEPH FOUCHE.
+1763-1820.
+
+It was worse than a crime, it was a blunder.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MISCELLANEOUS.
+
+"_The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Church_."
+
+"Plures efficimur, quoties metimur a vobis; semen est sanguis
+Christianorum." _Tertullian_ _Apologet_., c. 50.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"_Corporations have no souls_."
+
+"They (Corporations) cannot commit trespass nor be outlawed nor
+excommunicate, for they have no souls."--_Lord Coke's Reports_
+Part x. p. 32.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"_A Rowland for an Oliver_."
+
+"These were two of the most famous in the list of Charlemagne's twelve
+peers; and their exploits are rendered so ridiculously and equally
+extravagant by the old romancers that from thence arose that saying
+among our plain and sensible ancestors of giving one a 'Rowland for his
+Oliver,' to signify the matching one incredible lie with
+another."--_Warburton_.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"It is unseasonable and unwholesome in all months that have not an R in
+their name to eat an oyster."--_Butler's Dyet's Dry Dinner_, 1599.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"_Hobson's Choice_."
+
+"Tobias Hobson was the first man in England that let out hackney
+horses.--When a man came for a horse he was led into the stable, where
+there was a great choice, but he obliged him to take the horse which
+stood next to the stable door; so that every customer was alike well
+served according to his chance, from whence it became a proverb when
+what ought to be your election was forced upon you, to say 'Hobson's
+Choice.'"--_Spectator_, No. 509.
+
+
+
+
+ADDENDA.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SHAKESPEARE.
+
+
+_Measure for Measure_. Act v. Sc. 1.
+
+My business in this state
+Made me a looker on here in Vienna.
+
+
+_King Henry VI_. Part i. Act i, Sc. 1.
+
+Hung be the heavens with black
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+MILTON.
+Sonnet xi. _To Cromwell_.
+
+Peace hath her victories
+No less renowned than war.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+GEORGE HERBERT.
+
+
+_The Elixir_.
+
+A servant with this clause
+Makes drudgery divine;
+Who sweeps a room as for thy laws.
+Makes that and the action fine.
+
+
+SAMUEL BUTLER
+
+
+_Hudibras_. P. ii. C. i. Line 843.
+
+Love is a boy by poets styled;
+Then spare the rod and spoil the child.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+JAMES THOMSON.
+
+
+_Seasons_. _Winter_, Line 625.
+
+The kiss snatched hasty from the sidelong maid.
+
+
+WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
+
+
+_Tintern Abbey_.
+
+Knowing that Nature never did betray
+The heart that loved her.
+
+
+
+
+INDEX
+
+Abundance, every one that hath
+Accidents by flood and field
+Accoutred as I was
+Aching void
+Action, suit the, to the word
+Actions of the just
+--like almanacs
+Acts, little nameless
+Ada, sole daughter of my house
+Adam, whipped the offending
+--dolve and Eve span
+--the son of, and of Eve
+Adversary, that mine, had written a book
+Adversity, sweet the uses of
+Adversity's sweet milk
+Affection's mild
+Age, my, is as a lusty winter
+--, be comfort to my
+--cannot wither her
+--, he was not of an
+--, for talking
+--, shakes Athena's tower
+--, mirror to a gaping
+--, you'd scarce expect one of my
+Ages, alike all
+--, three poets in three distant
+Agree, where they do
+Air is full of farewells
+Airy nothing a local habitation
+--tongues
+Aisle and fretted vault
+Alabaster, like his grandsire cut in
+All things, prove
+--things to all men
+--things that are, are chased
+--that's bright must fade
+Allegory, headstrong as an
+Almanacs like actions of the last age
+Almighty Dollar
+Alms, when thou doest
+Alone, not good that man should be
+--, they are never, when with noble thoughts
+Alpha and Omega
+Alps on Alps arise
+Altars, strike for your
+Ambition, vaulting
+--should be made of sterner stuff
+--, to reign is worth
+Angel, she drew down an
+--, a guardian, she
+Angel, recording
+Angels unawares
+--, make the, weep
+--trumpet-tongued
+--and ministers of grace
+--face shined bright
+--till our passion dies
+--are painted fair to look like you
+--, holy, guard thy bed
+--wake thee
+Angels' visits, short and
+bright
+--short and far between
+Angel-visits, few and far between
+Anger of his lip
+--more in sorrow than in
+Angry, be ye, and sin not
+Anguish, pain is lessened by another's
+--, hopeless, poured his groan
+Annals of the poor
+Anointed, rail on the Lord's
+Answer, a soft, turneth away wrath
+Anthem, pealing
+Antidote, sweet oblivious
+Anything, for what is worth in
+Apostles fled, she when
+Apostolic blows and knocks
+Apothecary, civet, good
+Apparel, proclaims the man
+Apparitions seen and gone
+Appearance, judge not by
+Appetite, good digestion wait on
+Appetite, cloy the hungry ed are of
+--, to breakfast with what
+--grown by what it fed on
+Applaud these to the very echo
+Apple of his eye
+Appliances and means to boot
+Apollo's lute, musical as
+Apollos watered
+Apprehension of the good
+April, June, and November
+Arch of London bridge
+Argue, though vanquished, he could
+Argues yourselves unknown
+Argument, staple of his
+Armor, his honest thought
+Arms, take your last embrace
+Arrows, Cupid kills with
+Art, adorning thee with so much
+--grace beyond the reach of
+--, ease in writing comes from
+--, than all the gloss of
+--is long
+Artaxerxes' throne
+Arts and eloquence, mother of
+Asbourne, down thy hill, romantic
+Ashes to ashes
+--, e'en in our
+Askelon, publish it not in the streets of
+Ask, and it shall be given you
+Asleep, the houses seem
+Ass, write me down an
+Assurance double sure
+Athens, the eye of Greece
+Atlantean shoulders
+Attempt, and not the deed, confounds
+Audience, and attention drew
+Audience fit, though few
+Auld acquaintance
+Authority, a little brief
+Awake, arise, for ever fallen
+Awe, in, of such a thing as I
+Ax, laid to the root
+
+Babe, bent o'er her
+Babel, stir of the great
+Bachelor, when I said I should die a
+Backing, a plague upon such
+Bacon shined, think haw
+Badge of our tribe
+Balances, thou art weighed in the
+Ballad to his mistress' eyebrow
+Ballad-mongers, one of these same meter
+Ballads sung from a cart
+--of a people, write the
+Balloon, huge
+Bank, I know a
+Banner, star-spangled
+Banners, hang out our
+Banquet's o'er when the
+Barren, 't is all
+Battalions, not single, but in
+Battle, mighty fallen in
+--not to the strong
+--and the breeze
+--, perilous edge of
+--, freedom's, once began
+Battles, fought his, o'er again
+Battle's magnificently stern array
+Battlements, bore stars
+Be-all, this blow might to the
+Bear, like the Turk
+Bears and lions grow!
+Beaumont, lie a little nearer Spenser
+Beauties of the North
+--reveal while she hides
+Beautiful, she's
+--, as sweet
+Beauty truly blent
+--in his life
+--smiling in her tears
+--, fills the air around with
+--, lines where, lingers
+--, she walks in
+--, a thing of
+Beaux, where none are
+Bedfellows, strange
+Beer, chronicle small
+Bee, how doth the little busy
+Bees, innumerable
+Beetle, that we tread on
+Beggar, dumb, may challenge double pity
+Beggary in the love
+Bell, silence that dreadful
+--, sullen, sounds as a
+Bell, church-going
+Belle, 't is vain to be a
+Dells jangled, out of tune
+Bent, fool me to the top of my
+Bezonian? under which king
+Bigness which you see
+Bird of dawning
+--that shunn'st the noise of folly
+Birth is but a sleep
+Black spirits and white
+--to red began to turn
+Blackberries, if reasons were as plenty as
+Bladder, blows a man up like a
+Blessed, more, to give
+Blessings brighten as they take their flight
+--on him who invented sleep
+Blest, man never is, but always to be
+Blind, eyes to the
+Blind, if the blind lead the
+Bliss gained by every woe
+--, virtue makes the
+--, domestic happiness, thou only
+--, winged hours of
+Blood, whoso sheddeth man's
+--, hot and rebellious liquors in my
+--, her pure and eloquent
+--, felt in the
+--of the martyrs
+Blot, which dying he could wish to
+Blow, might be the be-all
+Blow, every hand that dealt the
+--, themselves must strike the
+Blunder, frae mony a
+--, worse than a crime
+Boast, the patriot's
+Boatman, take thrice thy fee
+Boats, little, should keep near shore
+Body, absent in
+--form doth fake
+--, would almost say her, thought
+Bond, nominated in the
+--, 't is not in the
+Bondman, who would he a
+Bondsmen, hereditary
+Bone and skin, two millers thin
+Bones, full of dead men's
+Bononcini, compared to
+Booby, who'd give her for another
+Book, that mine adversary has written a
+--, your face is as a
+--'s a book
+Books, making of, no end
+--in the running brooks
+--, wiser grow without his
+--cannot always please
+--, quit your
+--which are no
+--some to be tasted
+Bores and bored
+Born lowly, better to be
+Borrower nor lender be
+Bosom, cleanse the stuffed
+--'s lord sits lightly
+Bosom of his Father and his God
+Boston, solid men of
+Botanize upon his mother's grave
+Bounds of modesty
+Bounty, large was his
+Bourbon or Nassau
+Bourne, no traveler returns
+Bow, two strings to his
+Bowl, mingles with my friendly
+Boxes, a beggarly account of
+Boy, once more who would not be a
+Braggart, with, my tongue
+Brain, raze out the written troubles of the
+--, very coinage of your
+Brains, steal away their
+Brass, evil manners live in
+Brave, how sleep the
+--, on, ye
+--, home of the
+Breach, more honored in the
+Bread upon the waters
+Breakfast with what appetite
+Breast, light within his own clear
+--, eternal in the human
+Breastplate, what stronger
+Breath can make them
+--, weary of
+Breathes there the man with soul so dead
+Brevity is the soul of wit
+Bridge of Sighs
+Briers, this working-day world is full of
+Brightest and best of the sons of the morning
+Britannia rules the waves
+--needs no bulwarks
+Britons never will be slaves
+Brook, noise like a hidden
+Brooks, hooks in the funning
+Brotherhood, monastic
+Brow, when pain and anguish wring the
+Braised reed
+Brutus is an honorable man
+Bubbles, the earth hath
+Bucket, as a drop of a
+--, the old oaken
+Bucks had dined
+Bug, snug as a
+Build, he lives to
+Burden, the grasshopper a
+--, bear his own
+Burning, one fire burns out another's
+Bush, good wine needs no
+--, the thief doth tear each
+Butterfly upon a wheel
+
+Cabined, cribbed, confined
+Caesar, not that I loved, less
+--hath went
+--, tongue in every wound of
+--dead and turned to clay
+Cain the first city made
+Cage, nor iron bars a
+Cake is dough
+Cakes and ale
+Caledonia, stern and wild
+Calf's-skin on those recreant limbs
+Calumny, thon shalt not escape
+Camel, swallow a
+--through the eye of a needle
+Can such things be
+Candle throws his beams
+--out, brief
+--, fit to hold a
+--hold, to the sun
+Canon against self-slaughter
+Canopied by the blue sky
+Carcass is, there will the eagles be
+Card, we must speak by the
+Care adds a nail to our coffin
+--, knits up the ravelled sleave of
+--is an enemy to life
+Cares, fret thy soul with
+--beguiled by sports
+--dividing
+Cart, now traversed the
+Casca, the envious
+Cassius, darest thou leap
+Cast, set my life upon a
+Cat in the adage
+--will mew
+--, endow a college or a
+Cataract, the sounding
+Cataracts, silent
+Cathay, cycle of
+Cato, big with the fate of
+Caucasus, thinking on the frosty
+Cause, hear me for my
+Caution, cold pausing
+Cave, they enter the darksome
+Caviare to the general
+Celestial, rosy-red
+Chaff, hid in two bushels of
+Chalice, the ingredients of our poisoned
+Chamber where the good man meets his fate
+Chance that oft decides the fate of monarchs
+--to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero
+Chances, most disastrous
+Chaos is come again
+Charge, Chester, charge
+Chapel, the devil builds a
+Charities that soothe
+Charity shall cover the multitude of sins
+Charm, no need of a remoter
+Charmer, t' other dear, away
+Charmers sinner it
+Charybdis, your mother
+Chasteneth, whom the Lord loveth, he
+Chatham's language
+Chatterton, marvelous boy
+Chaucer, nigh to learned
+Cheated, pleasure of being
+Cheek, feed on her damask
+--, that I might touch, that
+--upon her hand
+--, he that loves a rosy
+Cheek, iron tears down Pluto's
+--, the roses from your
+Cheer, be of good
+Cheese, moon made of green
+Cherry, like to a double
+Chickens, all my pretty
+--, count your, ere they are hatched
+Child, train up a
+--, I spake as a
+--, a wise father that knows his own
+--, to have a thankless
+--, a simple, that lightly draws its breath
+--is father of the man
+--, a curious
+--, a three years
+--, spoil the
+Childhood, days of my
+Childhood's hour
+Childishness, second
+Children of this world
+--of light
+--gathering pebbles
+--of larger growth
+Children's sports satisfy the child
+Chin, some bee had stung
+China fall
+Chinks that time has made
+Christ, for me to live is
+Church, built God a
+Church-going bell
+Church, who builds to God a
+Churchdoor, not so wide as a
+Churchyards yawn
+Cities, far from gay
+City sec upon a hill
+Civet, good apothecary
+Clapper-clawing
+Classic ground
+Clay, o'er informed the tenement of
+--, blind his soul with
+Cloud out of the sea
+--capped towers
+--, overcome us like a summer's
+--, sable
+--but serves to brighten
+Cloy the edge of appetite
+Coach, go call a
+Coals of fire on his head
+Coat, he used to wear a long black
+Coats, if there's a hole in a' your
+Coil shuffled off this mortal
+College, die and endow a
+Cologne, wash your city of
+Colossus, bestride the world like a
+Column, throws up a steamy
+Combat deepens
+Combination and a form indeed
+Come live with me
+Come what come may
+Comforters, miserable
+Coming events
+Commentators, each dark passage shun
+--, plain
+Communion sweet, quaff
+Companions, I have had
+Comparisons are odorous
+--are odious
+Compass, a narrow
+Compulsion, give you a reason on
+Concealment, like a worm in the bud
+Conceals, the maid who modestly
+Conceits, be not wise in your own
+Conclusion, most lame and impotent
+--, denoted a foregone
+Concord of sweet sounds
+Confirmations strong
+Conflict, dire was the noise of
+Conclusion, worse confounded
+Congregate, merchants most do
+Conjectures. I am weary of
+Conquer love, they, that run away
+Conquerors, a lean fellow beats all
+Conscience with injustice is corrupted
+--makes cowards of us all
+--of her worth
+Consideration, like an angel
+Constable, outrun the
+Consummation devoutly to be wished
+Contemplation he, and valor, formed
+Content, humble livers in
+--, farewell
+Contentment, the noblest mind, has
+Contradiction, woman's a
+Cord be loosed
+Corn, reap an acre of
+Corporations, no souls
+Corsair's name, he left a
+Cottage, the soul's dark
+Cottage, stood beside a
+Counsels, perplex and dash maturest
+Counselors, safety in the multitude of
+Country, undiscovered
+--, God made the
+Courage, screw your, to the sticking place
+--mounteth with occasion
+Course, I have finished my
+--of true love never did run smooth
+Course of empire
+Courtesy, I am the very pink of
+Counterfeit presentment
+Coward, thou slave
+--upon instinct
+Cowards die many times
+--, what can ennoble
+Crabtree, and old iron rang
+Creator, remember thy
+Creature not too bright
+Credulity, ye who listen with
+Crime, within thee, undivulged
+--, it was worse than a
+Critics, not trust in
+Critical, nothing if not
+Criticising elves
+Cross, sparkling, she wore
+--, last at his
+Crotchets in thy head now
+Crown of glory
+Crown, uneasy lies the head that wears a
+Cruel as death
+Crumbs, dogs eat of the
+Crutch, shouldered his
+Cry is still they come
+--and no wool
+Cunning, let my right hand forget her
+Cupid kills with arrows
+--is painted blind
+Cups, freshly remembered in their flowing
+--that cheer but not inebriate
+Current of a woman's will
+Curses, rigged with, dark
+--, not loud, but deep
+Custom stale her infinite variety
+Cut, the most unkindest
+Cycle and epicycle
+Cynosure of neighboring eyes
+Cypress and myrtle
+Cytherea's breath
+
+Daffodils that come before the swallow
+Dagger I see before me
+Daggers-drawing
+Dale, haunts in
+Dame, our sulky sullen
+Dames, of ancient days
+Damn with faint praise
+Damnation, the deep, of his taking off
+Damned to everlasting fame
+Dan to Beersheba
+Dance, when you do
+--attendance
+Daniel come to judgment
+Dare, what man dare, I
+Dark, illumine what is
+Darkly, through a glass
+Darkness visible
+Dart, like the poisoning of a
+Daughter, still harping on my
+David, Nathan said to
+Dawn, exhalations of the
+Day, what a, may bring forth
+--, sufficient unto the
+--, jocund, stands tiptoe
+--, as it tell upon a
+--, brought back my night
+--. the great, important
+--, her suffering ended with the
+Days, one of those heavenly
+--, race of other
+--, the melancholy
+Dead and turned to clay
+--past bury its
+Death, they were not divided in
+--in the pot
+Death in the midst of life
+--, where is thy sting
+--, be thou faithful unto
+--most in apprehension
+--, the way to dusty
+--, the valiant lasts but once
+--grinned horrible
+--, soul under the ribs of
+--loves a shining mark
+--nature never made
+--, cruel as
+Death, a simple child know of
+--, cowards sneak to
+--to us, play to you
+Death's pale flag
+Debt, a double, to pay
+Decay, seen my fondest hopes
+Decay's effacing fingers
+December, seek roses in
+Decencies, those thousand
+--daily flow from
+Decency, want of, want of sense
+--, emblems right meet of
+Deed, so shines a good
+--without a name
+Deeds, ill done
+--, we live in
+Deep, vasty, spirits from the
+--yet clear
+--, in the lowest, a lower
+Deer, let the strucken, go weep
+Defence, immodest words admit of no
+Defer, 'tis madness to
+Degrees, fine by
+Deliberation sat and public care
+Delight to pass away the time
+--in this fool's paradise
+Delightful task
+Democraty, wielded at will that fierce
+Den, beard the lion in his
+Denied, lie comes too near who comes to be
+Denmark, something rotten in
+Depart, loth to
+Derby dilly
+Descent, claims of long
+Description, beggared all
+Desire, kindled soft
+--bloom of young
+Despair, love can hope where reason would
+--, shall I wasting in
+--, depth of some divine
+Despond, slough of
+Destruction, pride goeth before
+Devil can cite Scripture
+--, give the, his due
+--. tell the truth and shame the
+--, resist the
+--take the hin'most
+--was sick
+--a monk was he
+--, go, poor
+Dew, thaw and resolve itself into a
+Dewdrop from the lion's mane
+Dial to the sun
+Dial, figures on a
+Die, ay, but to
+--, stand the hazard of the
+--because a woman's fair
+--, taught us how to
+--let us do or
+--, heavenly days that cannot
+--, who tell us love can
+--, broke the, in moulding Sheridan
+Digestion wait on appetite
+Dignity and love, in every gesture
+Dine, wretches hang that jurymen may
+Dined, the bucks had
+Dinner of herbs, better is
+Dire was the noise of conflict
+Discontent, the winter of our
+--, waste long nights in pensive
+Discretion the better part of valor
+Disguise thyself as thou wilt
+Distance lends enchantment
+Distressed, griefs that harass the
+Dividends, incarnation of fat
+Divine, to forgive
+Divinity in odd numbers
+Divinity doth hedge a king
+--that shapes our ends
+--that stirs within us
+Doctor, dismissing the
+Doctors disagree, who shall decide when
+Doctrine, orthodox
+Dog, living, better than dead lion
+--, let no, bark
+--, not one to throw at a
+--, and bay the moon
+--will have his day
+--it was that died
+--, something better than his
+Dogs eat of the crumbs
+--throw physic to the
+--, the little, and all
+Dogs delight to bark and bite
+Done quickly
+Doom, stretch out to the crack of
+--, regardless of their
+Door, sweetest thing beside
+Dorian mood of flutes
+Dove, that I had wings like a
+Doves, harmless as
+Dread of something after death
+Dream, consecration and the poets
+--, a change came o'er the spirit of my
+--, life is but an empty
+Dreams, we are such stuff as
+--, so full of fearful
+Drink, if he thirst, give him
+--to me only
+--deep, or taste not
+--, pretty creature
+Driveller and a show
+Druid lies in yonder grave
+Drum, not a, was heard
+Drunken man, stagger like a
+Dues, render unto all their
+Dumb on their own merits
+Duncan hath borne his faculties
+--is in his grave
+--, thou art
+--shalt thou return unto
+--, his enemies shall lick the
+Duncan's return to the earth
+Dust to dust
+--, smell sweet and blossom in the
+--, hearts dry as summer's
+--, the knight's bones are
+Duty, perceive here a divided
+Duties, primal, shine aloft
+Dying man to dying men
+
+Eagle mewing her mighty youth
+Eagles gather where the carcass is
+Eagle's fate and thine are one
+Ear, word of promise to the
+--, give very man thy
+--, more is meant than meets the
+--, wrong sow by the
+Earliest at his grave
+Early to lied
+Ears, let him hear that hath
+--, in my ancient
+Earth to earth
+--, put a girdle round the
+--, thou sure and firm-set
+--, more things in heaven and
+--, so much of
+--, the common growth of mother
+--, but one beloved face on
+--, truth crushed to
+Earthy, of the earth
+Ease in mine inn
+--and alternate labor
+Eat, drink, and be merry
+Eaten me out of house and home
+Echo, applaud thee to the very
+Eclipse, built in the
+Education forms the mind
+Either, happy could I be with
+Elegant sufficiency
+Elephants, place for want of towns
+Elements so mixed in him
+Elms, immemorial
+Eloquent, old man
+Elysium, lap in it
+Employments, how various his
+Enchantment, distance lends
+Endure, when pity, then, embrace
+Endured, not to be
+Enemies, his, shall lick the dust
+--, naked to mine
+Enemy, feed thine
+Engineer, hoist with his own petard
+England, with all thy faults, I love thee still
+Enterprises, impediments to great
+Envy withers at another's joy
+Epitaph, believe a woman or an
+Epitome, all mankind's
+Err, to, is human
+Error writhes with pain
+Errors like straws upon the surface
+Eruption, bodes some strange
+Estate, fallen from his high
+Eternal sunshine
+Eternity to man
+Ethiopian, can the, change his skin
+Eve, from noon to dewy
+Evening, welcome peaceful
+--, now came still
+Events, coming
+--, spirits of great
+Ever charming, ever new
+Everything by starts
+Evidence of things not seen
+Evil, sufficient unto the day is the
+--, be not overcome of
+--communications corrupt good manners
+--report and good report
+--, money is the root of all
+--that men do lives after them
+--be thou my good
+--, still educing good
+Evils, chose the least of two
+Excel, 't is useless to
+Excess, wasteful and ridiculous
+Expectation, better bettered
+Experience to make me sad
+Extremes in nature
+Eye for eye
+Eye, let every, negotiate for itself
+--in a fine frenzy rolling
+--, looking on it with lack-luster
+--, white wench's black
+--, more peril in thine
+--sublime declared absolute rule
+--, heaven in her
+Eyebrow, ballad made to his mistress'
+Eyes to the blind
+--, no speculation in those
+--, look your last
+--, drink to me only with thine
+--, rapt soul sitting in thine
+--, not a friend to close his
+--, history in a nation's
+--the glowworm lend thee
+--, a man with large gray
+--, soul within her
+
+Face, the mind's construction in the
+--, visit her too roughly
+--, human, divine
+--, no tenth transmitter of a foolish
+--, can't I another's, commend
+--, music breathing from her
+--in many a solitary place
+--, finer form or lovelier
+Faces, the old familiar
+Facts, indebted to his imagination for his
+Faculties, so meek, bath borne his
+Faculty divine
+Fade, all that's bright must
+Failings leaned to virtue's side
+Fair, is she not passing
+--is foul
+--, none but the brave deserve the
+Faith, we walk by
+--, remember your work or
+--, I have kept the
+--is the substance of
+--, no tricks in plain and simple
+--, his, perhaps might be wrong
+--, for modes of
+--and morals, Milton held
+--, amaranthine flower of
+--, belief had ripened into
+Falcon, towering in her pride
+Fall, O what a, was there
+Failing-off was there
+Fame is the spur
+--, damned to everlasting
+--, hard to climb the steep of
+--, the martrydom of
+Fame's proud temple
+Famous by my pen
+--, awoke and found myself
+Fancies, troubled with thick-coming
+Fancy, chewing the food of 'sweet and bitter
+Fancy's rays the hills adorning
+Fashion passeth away
+--, glass of
+Fast and furious
+Fat, let me have men that are
+Fate, take a bond of
+--, roll darkling down the torrent of
+Father, no more like my
+Faults, be blind to her, a little blind
+--, with all the, I love thee still
+Favorite, to be a prodigal's
+Fawning, thrift may follow
+Fear, perfect love casteth out
+--, with hope, farewell
+Fearfully and wonderfully made
+Fears, saucy doubts and
+--, our hopes belied our
+Feast, bare imagination of a
+--of nectared sweets
+--of reason
+Feather, of his own, espied a
+--, a wit 's a
+--, to waft a
+Feature, cheated of
+Feel, would make us, must feel themselves
+Feelings, great, came to them
+Feels, meanest thing that
+Feet beneath her petticoat
+--like snails did creep
+Feet, standing with, reluctant
+Felicity, we make or find our own
+Fell, I do not like thee, Doctor
+Fellow that had losses
+--of infinite jest
+Fellow-feeling makes us kind
+Female errors fall
+Fever, after life's fitful
+Few are chosen
+Field be lost, what though the
+Fields, 'a babbled of green
+Fiery soul working out its way
+Fife, ear-piercing
+Fight, I have fought a good
+Fights and runs away, he that
+Fine, by degrees
+--by defect
+Finger, slow unmoving
+Fire, while was musing, the
+--, great a matter kindled by a little
+--, one, burns out another's
+--, pale his uneffectual
+--, three removes as bad as a
+Fires, their wonted
+Firmament, the spacious
+Fit audience find, though few
+Fit'-, 'twas said by
+Flame, adding fuel to the
+Flanders, our armies swore terribly in
+Flesh, all, is grass
+--is weak
+--, O that this too, too solid
+--is heir to
+--and blood can't bear it
+Flint, wear out the everlasting
+Flood, taken at the
+Flow of soul
+Flower, full many a
+Floweret of the vale
+Flowre, or herbe, no daintie
+Fly, to drown a
+Foe, unrelenting, to love
+Foemen worthy of their steel
+Foes, thrice he routed all his
+Folly as it flies
+--grow romantic
+--, when woman stoops to
+Food, minds not ever craving for
+--, pined and wanted
+--, nature's daily
+Fool to make me merry
+--, at thirty man suspects himself a
+--must now and then be right
+Fools, yesterdays have lighted
+--, suckle
+--rush in where angels fear to tread
+--they are who roam
+--who came to scoff
+--, paradise of
+Fools, in idle wishes
+Foot, O, so light a
+Forefathers of the hamlet sleep
+Forever fortune wilt thou prove
+Forget! illness, steep my senses in
+Forgive, to, is divine
+Form, mould of
+Fortune, railed on lady
+--, leads on to
+Fortune's power, I am not now in
+Forty pounds a year, rich with
+Foxes have holes
+Fragments, gather up the
+Frailty, thy name is woman
+France, they order this better in
+Free, who would be
+Freedom from her mountain height
+--shrieked when Kosciusko tell
+Freedom's battle once begun
+Freeman, whom the truth makes free
+Free-will, foreknowledge absolute
+Friend, a handsome house to lodge a
+--, knolling a departing
+Friends, call you that backing of your
+--thou hast and their adoption tried
+Friendship constant, save in love affairs
+Front, his fair large
+Frosty but kindly
+Fruit, known by his
+--, the ripest first falls
+Fuel to the flame
+Full, without o'erflowing
+Funeral baked meats
+Furious, fun grew fast and
+Furnace, sighing like
+Fury, full of bouce and
+--with the abhorred shears
+--, filled with
+
+Gain, to die is
+Gale, simplest note that swells the
+Gall enough in thy ink
+Galligaskins, have long withstood
+Garland and singing robes
+Gath, tell it not in
+Gather ye rosebuds
+Gay, and innocent as
+Genius, when all of which can perish, dies
+Gentle yet not dull
+Geographers, in Afric maps
+Gentleman and scholar
+--, where was then the
+Gentlemen who write with ease
+Ghost, there needs no
+--, like an ill-used
+Giant dies
+Giant's strength, excellent to have a
+Gibes, where be your
+Giftie gie us, O wad some power the
+Gilead, is there no balm in
+Girdle round about the earth
+Glare, maidens are caught by
+Glass darkly, through a
+--, he was indeed the
+Glory, the paths of
+--, trailing clouds of
+--, who track the steps of
+--, rush to
+Glory's morning gate
+Glove, O that I were a
+Glowworm, her eyes the, lend thee
+Glowworms uneffectual fire
+Gnat, strain at a
+Go and do thou
+Go, Soul, the body's guest
+Go his halves
+God and mammon
+--hath joined together
+--, had I but served my
+--the first garden made
+--, just are the ways of
+--, the noblest work of
+--save the king
+--the Father, God the Son
+--made the country
+--helps them that helps themselves
+--tempers the wind
+Going, stand not upon the order of your
+Gold, all that glisters is not
+--, gild refined
+Good for us to be here
+--, all things work together for
+Good, hold fast that which is
+--men and true
+--in everything
+--, men do, is oft interred with their bones
+--the more communicated
+--the gods provide thee
+--by stealth
+--, luxury of doing
+--, some fleeting
+--die first
+Good-night, to all, to each
+Goose-pen, though thou write with a
+Grace, the melody of every
+--was in all her steps
+--beyond the reach of art
+--, the power of
+--, purity of
+Grandsire frisked
+Grapes, have eaten sour
+Grasshopper shall be a burden
+Gratulations flow in streams unbounded
+Grave, with sorrow to the
+--, where is thy victory
+--to gay
+--, hungry as the
+--, glory leads but to the
+--, Lucy is in her
+--, glory or the
+Graves, find ourselves dishonorable
+--stood tenantless
+Great, none think the, unhappy
+Greatness, some achieve, etc.
+--, a long farewell to all my
+Greece, and fulmined over
+Grecian chisel trace
+Greek, it was, to me
+--as naturally as pigs squeak
+Greeks, when Greeks joined
+Grew together, like a double cherry
+Gray hairs with sorrow to the grave
+Grief, patience smiling at
+--, every one can master a
+--, a plague of sighing and
+--, perked up in a glistering
+--, of my distracting
+Griefs, some, are med'cinable
+--that harass the distressed
+Groan, hopeless anguish, poured his
+Groans, mine old, ring yet
+Groves were God's first temples
+Ground, on classic
+Grundy, what will Mrs., say
+Gudgeons, ere they're catched
+Guest, the going
+--, speed the parting
+Guides, blind
+
+Habit, costly thy
+Habitation, a local
+Hail, holy light
+--, wedded love
+Hair to stand on end
+--, distinguish and divide a
+Hal, no more of that
+Halter, now fitted the
+--draw, no man e'er felt the
+Hand, against every man
+--, cloud like a man's
+--findeth to do, do it
+--, thy left, know, etc.
+--, with an unlineal
+--open as day
+--, leans her cheek upon her
+--which beckons me
+--in hand through life
+Handel's but a ninny
+Handle not, taste not
+Hands, folding of
+Handsaw, know a hawk from a
+Happiness thro' another's eyes
+--true source of human
+--, virtue alone is
+--, if we prize
+Harmony in her bright eye
+Harness, him that girdeth on his
+--on our back
+Harping on my daughter
+Harps on the willows
+Hart ungalled play
+Harvest truly is plenteous
+Hat much the worse for wear
+Hated, needs but to be seen
+Hatred, love turned to
+Haughtiness of soul
+Haughty spirit before a fall
+Haunts, exempt from public
+Havoc, cry
+He that is not with me
+He that would not when he might
+He may run that readeth it
+--who runs may read
+--that runs may read
+--prayeth well and beat
+Head, the hoary
+--, hairs of your, numbered
+--, uneasy lies the
+--is not more native
+--, my imperfections on my
+--, and front of my offending
+--, repairs his drooping
+--, off with his
+--, plays round the
+--, his small
+--, a useless lesson to the
+Heads, hide their diminished
+Hearse, underneath this sable
+Heart, man after his own
+--, hope deferred maketh the, sick
+--knoweth his own bitterness
+--, out of the abundance of
+--, be not troubled
+--, merry, goes all the day
+--, untainted
+Heart, ruddy drops of my sad
+--, not more native to the
+--, conies not to the
+--a transport know
+--untraveled turns to thee
+--distrusting asks if this be joy
+--, music in my
+--, felt along the
+--, never melt into his
+--, tale to many a feeling
+--on her lips
+--, an arrow for the
+--, on and up where nature's
+Hearts, ay in my heart of
+--, of all that human, endure
+--pour a thousand melodies
+Heaven, droppeth as the gentle rain from
+--, winds of
+--of hell
+--, better to reign in hell than serve in
+--, hell I suffer seems a
+--in her eye
+--, quite in the verge of
+--tries our virtues by affliction
+--commences ere the world be past
+--, so much of
+--and home, kindred points of
+--, spires point to
+--God alone was to be seen in
+Heaven's hand, argue not against
+Heavens, hung be the
+Hecuba to him
+Heed, take, lest be fall
+Height of this great argument
+Heir to, that flesh is
+Hell it is in suing long to bide
+--no fury like a woman scorned
+Hercules, than I to
+Hermit, man the
+Hero perish or sparrow fall
+Herod, cat-herods
+High, to soar so
+--life furnishes high characters
+Hill, a cot beside the
+Hills peep o'er bills
+--, o'er the, and far away
+--, heart beats strong amid the
+Hinges, pregnant, of the knee
+Hint, upon this, I spake
+Hip, I have thee on the
+History or by tale
+--, this strange, eventful
+--read in a nation's eyes
+--is philosophy teaching by examples
+Hit, a very palpable
+Hitherto shalt thou come
+Hobson's choice
+Hole, might stop a
+Hold a candle
+Holy text she strews
+Homage that vice pays to virtue
+Home, man goeth to his long
+Home, eaten me out of house and
+--, best country ever is at
+Homer, read, once
+Homes, homeless near a thousand
+Honest man's the noblest work
+Honesty, armed so strong in
+Honor, prophet not without
+--, to pluck right
+--, loved I not, more
+--but an empty bubble
+--, the post, of, is a private station
+--and shame from no condition rise
+--grip, feel your
+Honor's lodged, place where
+Honors thick upon him
+Hoop's bewitching round
+Hope deferred
+--, no other medicine but
+--, true, is swift
+--, tender leaves of
+--never comes that come to all
+--, farewell
+--springs eternal
+--, while there's life there's
+--, none without, e'er loved
+--withering fled
+--for a season bade farewell
+Hopes, my fondest, decay
+--belied our fears
+Horatio, more things in heaven and earth
+Horse, my kingdom for a
+--, the gray mare the better
+--, flying
+--, dearer than his
+Hospitable thoughts intent
+Hostages to fortune
+Hour, some wee short
+Hours, wise to talk with our past
+--, unheeded flew the
+House of feasting
+--, ill spirit have so fair a
+House to be let for life
+Household words
+Houses, a plague o' both the
+--seem asleep
+Housewife that's thrifty
+How happy is he born and taught
+Howards, not all the blood of all the
+Hue, mountain in its azure
+Human face divine
+--, to err is
+Humanity, imitated so abominably
+--, wearisome condition of
+--, sad music of
+--, suffering sad
+Humility, pride that apes
+Hurt of a deadlier sort
+Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber
+Hyacinthine locks
+Hyperion to a satyr
+--curls
+Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue
+
+"I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
+I owe you one
+I would do what I pleased
+Ice, to smooth the
+--, be thou chaste as
+Idea, teach the young
+Idiot, tale told by an
+Idler, busy world an
+If is the only peacemaker
+If all the world and love were young
+Ignorance, let me not burst in
+--is bliss
+--of wealth
+Ill wind turns none to good
+Ills, bear those, we have
+--the scholar's life assail
+--, a prey to hastening
+Image of God in ebony
+Imagination bodies forth
+--, to sweeten my
+--boast hues like mature
+--for his facts
+Imaginings, present fears less than horrible
+Immodest words admit of no defence
+Immortal, grow, as they quote
+Immortality, quaff
+--, this longing after
+Immortals never appear alone
+Imparadised in one another's arms
+Impediment, marched on without
+Impediments to great enterprises
+Imperfections on my head
+Impossible can't be
+Inactivity, masterly
+Increase of appetite
+Independence let me share
+Indian, lo the poor
+Infancy, heaven lies about us in
+Infirmities, a friend should bear a friend's
+Ingratitude, unkind as man's
+Inn, take mine ease in mine
+--, warmest welcome at an
+Innocence, and mirth
+Insides, carrying three
+Insubstantial pageant
+Instincts unawares
+Insults unavenged
+Iron entered into his soul
+--, rule thee with a rod of
+--, the man that meddles with cold
+Isles, ships that sailed for sunny
+Jade, let the galled, wince
+Jail, the patron and the
+Jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster
+Jerusalem, if I forget thee
+Jest, put his whole wit in a
+Jest, the most bitter is a scornful
+Jests, indebted to his memory for his
+Jew, hath not a, eyes
+--, I thank thee
+Jewel, a precious, in his head
+Jews might kiss and infidels adore
+John, print it, some said
+Joint, the time is out of
+Jove laughs at lover's perjuries
+Joy, the oil of
+--, glides the smooth current o' domestic
+--, forever, a thing of beauty is a
+Joys, fading, we dote upon
+--must flow from ourselves
+Judean, like the base
+Judges soon the sentence sign
+Judgments as our watches
+Julius, ere the mightiest, fell
+June, leafy month of
+--, seek ice in
+Juno's eyes, sweeter than the lids of
+Jurymen may dine
+Justice, this even-handed
+
+Keeper, am I my brother's
+Kick where honor's lodged
+Kid, the leopard lie down with the
+Kin, makes the whole world
+Kin, a little more than
+Kind, fellow-feeling makes one wondrous
+Kindness, too full of the milk of human
+King, every inch a
+--, catch the conscience of the
+--, here lies our sovereign lord, the
+--himself has followed her
+Kingdom, my mind to me a
+Kings it makes gods
+Kiss, one kind, before we part
+--, my whole soul through a
+--snatched hasty
+Kisses after death remembered
+Kitten, and cry mew
+Knave, how absolute the, is
+Knaves, untaught, unmannerly
+Knee, crook the hinges of the
+Knell that summons thee
+--, the shroud, etc.
+--rung by fairy hands
+Knew, carry all he
+Knife, war to the
+Knight, a prince can mak' a belted
+Knock and it shall be opened
+Know then thyself
+Known, to be forever
+Kosoiusko fell
+
+Labor of love
+--, we delight in
+Labor, ease and alternate
+Laborer worthy of his reward
+Laborers are few
+Ladies be but young and fair
+--, intellectual
+Lady doth protest too much
+Lady's in the case
+Lamb to the slaughter
+--of God, behold the
+--, Una with her milk white
+Land, far into the bowels of the
+--, light that never was on
+--, my own, my native
+--of brown heath
+--, know ye the
+--of the free
+Landscape tire the view
+Language-nature's end of
+--, that those lips had
+Large streams from little fountains flow
+Lark at heaven's gate sings
+Lasses, then she made the
+Last, not least, in love
+--at his cross
+--link is broken
+Late, known too
+Laugh, the world and its dread
+--that spoke the vacant mind
+Law, love is the fulfilling of the
+--, rich men rule the
+--, seven hours to
+Law, sovereign, sits empress
+Laws grind the poor
+Laws in-lungs call cause or cure
+Lay, go forth my simple
+Leaf, lade as a
+--, the sear, the yellow
+Leap, look before you ere you
+Learning, whence is thy
+--, a little is a dangerous thing
+Leather or prunella
+Leaven leavenet the whole lump
+Leer, assent with civil
+Legion, my name is
+Leopard, his spots
+Less, beautifully
+--, of two evils choose the
+Let dearly or let alone
+--others hail
+Libertine, the air a chartered
+Liberty, I must have, withal
+Lief not be, as live to be
+Life, death in the midst of
+--, the crown of
+--, care's an enemy to
+--, nothing became him like the leaving of his
+--, I bear a charmed
+--in short measures, may perfect be
+--, slits the thin spun
+--, while there is, hope
+--'s a jest
+--, protracted, is protracted woe
+--'s dull round
+Life, love of, increased with years
+--, variety 's the spice of
+--, how pleasant is thy morning
+--, thou art a galling load
+--, best portion of a good man's
+--, blandishments of, are gone
+--, one crowded hour of
+--, like a thing of
+--, the wave of
+--is but an empty dream
+Light, walk while ye have
+--, a burning and a shining
+--, casting a dim, religious
+--, swift-winged arrows of
+Lights, burning
+--that mislead the morn
+--of mild philosophy
+Lilies of the field, consider the
+Lily, to paint the
+Line upon line
+--, we carved not a
+Lines fallen in pleasant places
+Lion in the way
+--, living dog better than a dead
+--, the devil as a roaring
+--, beard the
+Lion-heart, lord of the
+Lion's hide, thou wear a
+--inane, dewdrop from the
+Lip, coral, admires
+--, I ne'er saw nectar on a
+Lips, when I ope my
+--were red
+--, smile on her
+--, heart on her
+--, O that thou had language
+Liquors, hot and rebellions
+Lisped in numbers
+Live, taught us how to
+--while you live
+--to please, must please to live
+Lively to severe
+Livery of heaven
+Lives, lovely and pleasant in their
+Lobster, boiled like, a
+Local habitation and a name
+Locks, never shake thy gory
+Lodge in some vast wilderness
+Loins be girded
+Look, a lean and hungry
+--before you leap
+--, longing, lingering
+Looker-on here in Vienna
+Looks, the cottage might adorn
+Lord hath taken away
+--, bosom's, sits lightly
+--of himself though not of lands
+--Fanny spins a thousand such a day
+Lords, wish to be who love their
+--of human kind
+Lords, stories of great
+Losses, fellow that had
+Lost, who neither won nor
+Lothario, is this that gallant, gay
+Lot's wife, remember
+Love to me was wonderful
+--, greater, hath no man
+--, labor of
+--casteth out fear
+--, she never told her
+--sought is good
+--looks not with the eyes
+--never did run smooth
+--, last not least in
+--, beggarly in
+--prove variable
+--, ecstasy of
+--, live with me, and be my
+--'s proper hue
+--in every gesture
+--, pity's akin to
+--and hate in like extreme
+--, an unrelenting foe to
+--, purple light of
+--of Life increased with years
+--, all ministers of
+--in such a wilderness
+--is heaven
+--, true, is the gift of Heaven
+--rules the court
+--, deep as first
+--is a boy
+Loved not wisely
+--and lost, better to have
+Loveliness needs no ornament
+Lover, why so pale
+Lover's perjuries
+Lower, he that is down can fall no
+Lucifer, falls like
+Lucre, not greedy of filthy
+Luster, I ne'er could any, see
+Lute, listened to a
+Luxury of doing good
+--cursed by heaven s decree
+--to be
+Lydian airs, lap me in
+Lying, this world is given to
+Lyre waked to ecstasy
+
+Macduff, lay on
+Mad, that he is, 'tis true
+--, pleasure in being
+--, an undevout astronomer is
+Madness, tho' this be, yet there 's method in it
+--, great wits allied to
+--to defer
+Magic numbers
+Maid who modestly conceals
+--none to love and praise
+Maiden meditation
+--of bashful fifteen
+--shame, blush of
+Maidens are caught by glare
+Malice, nor set down aught in
+Mammon, ye cannot serve God and
+Man should not be alone
+--is born unto trouble
+Man, mark the perfect
+--, stagger like a drunken
+--under his fig-tree
+--shall not live by bread alone
+--, profited, for what is
+--lay down his life
+--, be born again
+--soweth, that shall he reap
+--shall bear his own burden
+--, proud man
+--, a proper, as any one shall see
+--that hath no music
+--dare do all that may become a
+--dare, I dare
+--, could have better spared a better
+--so faint, so spiritless
+--, this is the state of
+--that hangs on princes' favors
+--of such a feeble temper
+--, this was a
+--'s as true as steel
+--take him for all in all
+--, what a piece of work is
+--delights not me
+--that is not passion's slave
+--, give the world assurance of a
+--, wished Heaven had made her such a
+--, old, eloquent
+--that meddles with cold iron
+Man, beware the fury of a patient
+--, as tree as nature first made
+--, happy the, and happy lie alone
+--, expatiate free o'er all this scene of
+--never is, but always to be blest
+--, the proper study of mankind is
+--virtuous and vicious must be
+--, worth makes the
+--, honest, the noblest work of God
+--of Ross
+--, where the good, meets his fate
+--of wisdom is the man of years
+--wants but little
+--makes a death nature never made
+--, all may do what has been done by
+--that blushes is not quite a brute
+--, little round, fat, oily
+--forget not, though in rags he lies
+--to all the county dear
+--, abridgment of all that was pleasant in
+--recovered of the bite
+--, be felt as a
+--is the noblest growth our realms supply
+--, gently scan your brother
+--, her 'prentice han' she tried on
+--'s inhumanity to man
+Man's the gowd for a' that
+--, pity the sorrows of a poor old
+--, child is father of the
+--, teach you more of
+--prayeth well and best
+--, a sadder and a wiser
+--of woe, I was not always
+--with soul so dead
+--, I love not, the less
+--'s best things
+--proposes, God disposes
+--, no, suddenly good
+--, full, made by reading
+Mankind, wisest, brightest, meanest of
+--, survey, from China to Peru
+Manna, his tongue dropped
+Manners, evil communications corrupt good
+Mansions, many, in my Father's house
+Many are called
+Mar what's well
+March, beware the Ides of
+--, in life's morning
+--, the stormy, has come
+Mare, gray, the better horse
+Margin, a meadow of
+Mariners of England
+Mark, death loves a shining
+--, the archer little meant
+Marmion, the last words of
+Marriage bell, merry as a
+--tables, coldly furnish forth the
+Married, I did not think to live till I were
+Marrying ancient people
+Mars, an eye like
+Martyrs, blood of the
+Mary hath chosen that good part
+Mast, nail to the
+Mattock and the grave
+May, chills the lap of
+Maze, a mighty
+Meaner beauties of the night
+Medes and Persians, law of the
+Medicine, miserable have no other
+Meditation, fancy free
+Melancholy, green and yellow
+--, most musical
+Melodies, a thousand
+Melody, crack the voice of
+Melrose, if thou wouldst view
+Memory, Walton's heavenly
+--, begin to throng into my,
+Men, are you good and true
+--have died
+--, in the catalogue ye go for
+--'s evil manners live in brass
+--, sleek-headed
+--, tide in the affairs of
+Men made by nature's journeymen
+--, justify the ways of God to
+--, busy hum of
+--are but children
+--, impious, bear sway
+--, some to business take
+--think all men mortal
+--talk only to conceal their mind
+--, rich, rule the law
+--were deceivers ever
+--who their duties know
+--, schemes of mice and
+--by losing rendered sager
+--, world knows nothing of its greatest
+--, beneath the rule of
+--, lives of great, remind us
+Merchants most do congregate
+Mercy and truth are met
+--is not strained
+--, temper justice with
+--, shut the gates of
+Merit, as if her, lessened yours
+--, modest men dumb on their own
+Mermaid, things done at the
+Merriment, flashes of
+Merry when I hear sweet music
+Metal more attractive
+--, sonorous
+Metaphysic wit, high as
+Mettle, grasp it like a man of
+Mice, like little, stole in and out
+--, best laid schemes of
+Midnight dances
+--oil consumed
+Mien, vice is a monster of so frightful
+Might, he that would not when he
+Mighty, how are the, fallen
+Miles, might travel, twelve stout
+Milk of human kindness
+--and water, O
+Mill, brook that turns a
+Millions of spiritual creatures
+Millstone hanged about his neck
+Milton, some mute, inglorious
+Mind, be fully persuaded in
+--, diseased, minister to a
+--'s eye, Horatio
+--, farewell the tranquil
+--, out of, out of sight
+--, musing in his sullein
+--is its own place
+--, men talk only to conceal their
+--, gives to her, what he steals from her youth
+--forbids to crave
+--, she had a frugal
+--, how fleet is a glance of the
+--to mind
+--, magic of the
+--, Meccas of the
+Minds, innocent and quiet
+Minds are not ever craving
+Mine own, do what I will with
+Minister, one fair spirit for my
+Minnows, Triton of the
+Miracle instead of wit
+Mirror up to nature
+Mirth, within the limit of becoming
+--grew fast and furious
+Miserable have no other medicine
+Miseries, in shallows and in
+Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows
+--, steeped to the lips in
+Misery's darkest cavern
+Mistress of herself tho' china fall
+Mob of gentlemen
+Modesty, bounds of
+Moment, and give to God each
+Monarch of all I survey
+Monastic brotherhood
+Money the root of all evil
+--, still get
+--, so much as 't will bring
+Monster, a faultless
+Months without an R
+Mood, unused to the melting
+--, that blessed
+Moon, pluck honor from the pale-faced
+--, swear not by the
+--, the inconstant
+--is made of green cheese
+--shine at full or no
+Moonlight sleeps upon this bank
+Moor, lady married to the
+Moral, to point a
+More to that which had too much
+--than painting can express
+Morn to noon he fell
+--from black to red began to turn
+Morrow, take no thought for the
+Mortal, all men think all men
+--know through a crown's disguise
+Mortals, not in, to command success
+--, some feelings are to, given
+Mother, so loving to my
+--, where yet was ever found a
+--is a mother still
+--, happy he with such a
+Moths, maidens like
+Motley is the only wear
+Mould, mortal mixture of earth's
+Mountain tops, misty
+--, robes the
+--waves, her march is o'er the
+Mountains interposed make enemies
+--, Greenland's icy
+Mourning, the oil of joy for
+Mouth, out of thine own
+--, gift horse in the
+--, put an enemy in their
+Muck, run a
+Multitude of counselors
+Murder, one, makes a villain
+Murmurs, hollow, died away
+Music the food of love
+--, never merry when I hear
+--, the man that hath no
+--, discourse most excellent
+--of her face
+--hath charms to soothe
+--, heavenly maid
+--, sphere-descended maid
+--, his very foot has
+Music's golden tongue
+Musical as is Apollo's lute
+Muttons, to return to our
+Myself, awe of such a thing as I
+Mystery, burden of the
+--of mysteries
+Myrtle, cypress and
+
+Naiad or a grace
+Name, deed without a
+--, what's in a
+--, filches from me my good
+--, mark the marble with his
+--, at which the world grew pale
+--, the magic of a
+--, Phoebus, what a
+Names, one of the few immortal
+Narcissa's last words
+Nathan said to David
+Nation exalted by righteousness
+--, a small one a strong
+--, noble and puissant
+Nations are as a drop of a bucket
+--, mountains make enemies of
+Native and to the manner born
+--wood-notes wild
+Nature's own sweet cunning hand
+--'s soft nurse
+--, one touch of
+--might stand up
+--, hold the mirror up to
+--'s journeymen had made men
+--could no farther go
+--'s chief masterpiece
+--made thee to temper man
+--'s walks
+--up to nature's God
+--, extremes in
+--to advantage dressed
+--'s sweet restorer
+--, who can paint like
+--, mute, mourns when the poet dies
+--'s teachings
+--, sullenness against
+--'s cockloft empty
+--never did betray the heart that loved her
+Nazareth, can any good come out of
+Necessity, to make a virtue of
+Need, deserted at his utmost
+Needful, one thing is
+Needle, true as the
+Nests, birds of the air have
+--, no birds in last year's
+Nettle, tender-handed stroke a
+News, first bringer of unwelcome
+Night, I have passed a miserable
+--, the very witching time of
+--, ye meaner beauties of the
+--, silver lining on the
+--, day brought back my
+--hideous
+--, beauty like the
+--, azure robe of
+Nightingale was mute
+Nights are wholesome
+Niobe, all tears
+--of nations
+Ninny, Handel's but a
+No pent-up Utica
+No hammers fell
+Nobility, betwixt the wind and his
+Nods and becks
+North, unripened beauties of the
+Norval, my name is
+Not she with traitorous kiss
+Notes by distance
+--, a duel's amang ye takin'
+Nothing, an infinite deal of
+--if not critical
+Notion, foolish
+Numbers, divinity in odd
+Nun, the holy time is quiet as a
+Nutmeg-graters, be rough as
+Nymph, in thy orisons
+Nympholepsy of some fond despair
+
+Observance, the breach than the
+Observed of all observers
+Ocean, deep bosom of the
+--, a painted
+Odd numbers, divinity in
+Odious, comparisons are
+Odorous, comparisons are
+Off with his head
+Offense is rank
+Offending, head and front of my
+Office, hath but a losing
+Officer, fear each bush an
+Offspring of Heaven first-born
+Oil, consumed the midnight
+Old man eloquent
+--Grimes is dead
+Oliver, Rowland for an
+Omega, Alpha and
+One that hath, unto every
+--kind kiss before we part
+--, the many must labor for the
+--line, could wish to blot
+--is content, no more to desire
+--is as God made him
+Onward, bear up and steer light
+Opinions, halt ye between two, ii
+--have bought golden
+--, stiff in
+--backed by a wager
+Optics sharp it needs
+Oracle, I am sir
+--of God
+Orators repair
+Orb in orb
+Order of, stand not upon the
+--is Heaven's first law
+--this matter in France
+Ore, and tricks with new-spangled
+Orient pearl, sowed the earth
+Othello's occupation's gone
+Out of mind, oat of sight
+Outrun the constable
+Owl, was by a mousing, hawked at
+Own, do what I will with mine
+Ox, better than a stalled
+Oxlips and the nodding violet
+Oyster, then the world's mine
+Oysters not good without an R in the month
+
+Pain, the labor we delight in physics
+--is lessened by
+--, die of a rose in aromatic
+--, heart that never feels a
+--, a stranger yet to
+Pains, pleasure ill poetic
+Painting, more than, can express
+Pale, prithee, why so
+Palinurus nodded
+Palm, bear thy, alone
+--, like some tall
+Palpable, clothing the
+Pangs of guilty power
+Pantaloon, lean and slippered
+Paradise of fools
+--, walked in
+Parallel, none but himself can be his
+Parent of good
+Parish church, plain as way to
+Parting' in such sweet sorrow
+Partitions thin their bounds divide
+Party, gave up to, what was meant for mankind
+Passing fair, is she not
+Passion, till our, dies
+--, the ruling
+Passions fly with life
+Pastures lie down in green
+--, and fresh fields
+Patches, a king of shreds and
+Patience on a monument
+Peace, all her paths are
+--, piping times of
+Peace and rest can never dwell
+--, makes a solitude and calls it
+--hath her victories
+Pearls before swine
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+--, who would search for
+Pearls at random strung
+Peasantry, a bold
+Pebbles, as gathering
+Pen of a ready writer
+--, make thee famous by my
+--dropped from an angel's wing
+--mightier than the sword
+Pendulum, man, thou
+Pensioner, a miser's
+People, thy, shall be my
+Perdition catch my soul
+Peril in thine eye
+Perilous edge of battle
+Perjuries, Jove laughs at lover's
+Persuaded, lit every man be fully
+Persons, no respect of
+Petticoat, feet beneath her
+Phalanx, in perfect
+Phantasma, like a
+Phantoms of hope
+Philistines be upon thee
+Philosopher that could bear the toothache
+Philosophy, hast any, in thee
+--, adversity's sweet milk
+--, dreamt of in your
+--, divine, charming is
+--. in the calm light of mild
+--, teaching by examples
+Physic to the dogs
+--, take
+Physician, is there no
+--, heal thyself
+Picture, look here upon this
+Pierian spring
+Pigmies are pigmies still
+Pigmy body, fretted the, to decay
+Pigs squeak, as naturally as
+Pilgrim shrines, such graves are
+Pilot of the Galilean lake
+Pinch, a hungry, lean-faced villain
+Pink of courtesy
+Pines, silent sea of
+Pin's fee, set my life at a
+Pitch, he that toucheth
+Pitcher be broken
+Pitiful, 't was wondrous
+Pity, he hath a tear for
+--'t is, 't is true
+--, challenge double
+--melts the mind to love
+--'s akin to love
+--gave ere charity began
+--the sorrows of a poor old man
+Place, jolly, in times of old
+Places, lines in pleasant
+Plan, not without a
+--, the simple
+Plato, thou reasonest well
+Play's the thing
+--, as good as a
+Playmates I have had
+Pleasantness, her ways are ways of
+Pleased, I would do what I
+Pleasure of being cheated
+Pleasure, sweet is after pain
+--in being mad
+--at the helm
+--with reason mixed
+--in poetic pains
+Pleasures, dance attendance on
+Plowshares, swords into
+Poet's eye in a fine frenzy
+--'s pen turns them to shape
+--soaring in the high reason of his fancy
+Poetic pains, there is a pleasure in
+Poetical, I would the gods had made thee
+Poets in three distant ages
+--intellible forms of
+Pole, true as the needle to the
+Pomp, take physic
+--, lick absurd
+Poor always ye have
+--, simple annals of the
+--, laws grind the
+Pope of Rome, more than the
+Poppies, pleasures are like
+Poppy nor mandragora
+Porcelain clay of humankind
+Porcupine, like quills upon the fretful
+Pot, death in the
+Poverty, not my will, consents
+--, steep me in
+--, depressed, slow rises worth by
+Power, take, who have the
+Powers that be, ordained of God
+Prague's proud arch
+Praise, the garments of
+--, damn with faint
+--, solid pudding against empty
+--all his pleasure
+--, blame, love
+--, none named thee but to
+--undeserved
+Praising what is lost
+Pray, remained to
+Prayer, whenever God erects a house of
+--all his, business
+--, the imperfect offices of
+Preached as never to preach again
+Precept upon precept
+Preparation, dreadful note of
+Prevaricate, Ralpho, thou dost
+Priam's curtains
+Pricks, hard to kick against the
+Pride goeth before destruction
+--fell with my fortunes
+--and haughtiness of soul
+--in their port
+--that licks the dust
+--, soul that perished in his
+--, blend our pleasure or
+--that apes humility
+Primrose, sweet as the
+Primrose, was to him a yellow
+Princedoms, virtue's powers
+Princes, sweet aspect of
+Print, pleasant to see one's name in
+Prior, what once was Matthew
+Prison make, stone walls do not a
+Procrastination is the thief of time
+Prologues, happy, to the swelling act
+Promise, keep the word of
+Proof, give me ocular
+Proofs of holy writ
+Prophet not without honor
+Prophets, pervert the
+Propriety, frights the isle from her
+Prove all things
+Proverb and a by-word
+Providence their guide
+Prow, youth at the
+Prunella, leather or
+Psalms, purloin the
+Punishment greater than I can bear
+Pure, all things pure to the
+Purpose, infirm of
+--, nighty, never is o'ertook
+Purse, who steals my, steals trash
+Pyramids in vales
+
+Quality, a taste of your
+Quarrel, sudden and quick, in
+Quarrel, that hath his, just
+Question, that is the
+Quickly, well it were done
+Quiet, rural
+Quips and cranks
+Quivers, the Devil hath not in his
+
+Race, not to the swift
+--, boast a generous
+--is rim, I bow to that whose
+--, forget the human
+--, rear my dusky
+--of other days
+Rachel weeping for her children
+Rack, leave not a, behind
+Rage, could swell the soul to
+Raggedness, looped and windowed
+Rags, the man forget not in
+Rain from heaven droppeth
+Rainbow, add another hue unto the
+Rake, woman is at heart a
+Ralph to Cynthia howls
+Rank is but the guinea's stamp
+Rat, I smell a
+Rattle, pleased with a
+Ravens, He that feedeth the
+Ravishment, divine, enchanting
+Ray, tints to-morrow with prophetic
+Read, mark, learn
+Reap, as you sow, y' are like to
+Reason, no other but a woman's
+--upon compulsion
+--noble and most sovereign
+--for my rhyme
+--, make the worse appear the better
+--, the feast of
+--with pleasure mixed
+Reasons are as two grains of wheat
+Reckoning, so comes a
+Red spirits and pay
+Redeemer liveth, my
+Religion, humanities of
+Remember such things were
+Remorse, farewell
+Remote from men
+--, unfriended
+Reputation, seeking the bubble
+--dies at every word
+Resignation slopes the way
+Resolution, native hue of
+Retirement urges sweet return
+Retreat, loopholes of
+Reveals while she hides
+Revelry, there was a sound of
+Revels now are ended
+Rhetoric, ope his mouth for
+Rhine, wash the river
+Rhyme nor reason
+--, and build the lofty
+--the rudder is
+--, one for sense and one for
+Rhyme, dock the tail of
+Rialto, on the
+Ribbon, give me what this, bound
+Rich man and the camel
+--, not gaudy
+--with forty pounds a year
+Richard is himself again
+Riches, make themselves wings
+Ridiculous and the sublime
+Right, whatever is, is
+Righteous forsaken
+--overmuch
+Righteousness and peace
+--exalteth a nation
+Ripe and ripe
+Road, a rough, a weary
+Roam, where'er I
+Robbed, lie that is
+Robbing Peter he paid Paul
+Hobes and furred gowns hide all
+Rocket, rose like a
+Rod, and thy staff
+--, a chief's a
+--of empire
+--, spare the
+Roderick, art them a friend to
+Rogue, every inch not fool is
+Roman, than such a
+--senate long debate
+Romans, countrymen, and lovers
+Rome, palmy state of
+--, more than the Pope of
+Romeo, wherefore art thou
+Ronne, to waite, to ride, to
+Room, ample, and verge enough
+--, who sweeps a
+Root, the axe is laid to the
+Rose, happier is the, distilled
+--by any other name
+--in aromatic pain
+--fairest when budding
+Rosebuds, gather ye
+Roses, the scent of the
+Ross, the man of
+Rot and rot
+Rowland for an Oliver
+Rub, ay, there's the
+Rubies, wisdom priced above
+--, where grew the
+Ruin or to rule the state
+--upon ruin
+--, beauteous, lovely in death
+Rule thee with a rod of iron
+--, eye sublime declared absolute
+--, the good old
+Run, that he may, that readeth
+Runs, who, may read
+Rural quiet
+Rustic moralist
+
+Sadder and a wiser man
+Sage, lie thought as a
+Sail, set every threadbare
+Saint, 't would provoke a
+St. John mingles with my bowl
+Saints in crape and lawn
+--, his soul is with the
+Salt of the earth
+Samson, the Philistines be upon thee
+Satan, get thee behind me
+Satire's my weapon
+--in disguise
+Saul and Jonathan, undivided in death
+Savage, wild in woods, the noble
+Saviour's, the, birth is celebrated
+Scars, he jests at
+Sceptre, a barren, in my gripe
+Schemes, best laid
+School, the village master taught his little
+Science, O star-eyed
+Scoff, came to
+Scorn, he will laugh thee to
+--, what a deal of, looks beautiful
+--, fixed figure, for the time of
+--, laughed his word to
+Scraps of learning dote, on
+Screw your courage
+Scripture, the Devil can cite
+Scylla, your father
+Sea, light that never was on
+--, mysterious union with the
+--, first that burst into that
+Sea, alone, alone, on a wide
+--, like ships that have gone down at
+--, glad waters of the dark blue
+--, the open
+Seals of love
+Second childishness
+Sect, slave to no
+See oursel's as others see us
+Seek and ye shall find
+Seems, madam, I know not
+Self-slaughter, canon 'gainst
+Sensations sweet
+Sense, one for
+--, want of decency is want of
+Sentiment, pluck the eye of
+Sepulchres, whited
+Sermons in stones
+Serpent sting thee twice
+Serpents, be ye wise as
+Servant can make drudgery divine
+Service, I have done the state some
+Servitude, base laws of
+Shade, sitting in a pleasant
+--, a more welcome
+--, ah, pleasing
+--, softening into shade
+--, boundless contiguity of
+--of that which once was great
+Shadow, life is but a walking
+Shadow, float double, swan and
+Shadows come like
+--, coming events cast their, before
+Shaft that made him die
+--at random sent
+Shakespeare, sweetest, Fancy's child
+Shall I, wasting in despair
+Shame, an erring sister's
+--, blush of maiden
+Shape, take any, but that
+--, thou com'st in such a questionable
+--, execrable
+--, if shape it might be called
+Shapes and beckoning shadows
+She walks in beauty
+Shears, Fury with the abhorred
+Shell, convolutions of a
+--, music slumbers in the
+Shepherd, habt any philosophy in thee
+Sheridan, broke the die in moulding
+Ship, idle as a painted
+Ships that have gone down at sea
+--that sailed for sunny isles
+Shocks, the thousand natural
+Shoe has power to wound
+Shoot, to teach the young idea how to
+Shore, rapture on the lonely
+--, dull, tame
+Show, that within which passeth
+--, a driveller and a
+Shrewsbury clock, fought a long hour by
+Should auld acquaintance
+Shrine of the mighty
+Shut, shut the door
+Sigh, passing tribute of a
+--no more, ladies
+Sighed and looked again
+--unutterable things
+Sign, dies and makes no
+Sight, out of, out of mind
+--, loved not at first
+Seigniors, grave and reverend
+Silence is the perfectest herald of joy
+--in love bewrays more woe
+--, ye wolves
+--, come then, expressive
+Siloa's brook
+Simplicity a child
+Sin, fools make a mock at
+--of the world
+--, wages of, is death
+--, no, for a man to labor in his vocation
+Single blessedness
+Sinned against, more
+Sinning, more sinned against than
+Sins, charity shall cover the multitude of
+Sion hill delight thee more
+Sires, few sons attain the praise of their
+Sires, green graves of your
+Sirups, drowsy, of the world
+Six hundred pounds a year
+Sixpence, I give thee
+Skies, looks commencing with the
+--, raised a mortal to the
+Skill, is but a barbarous
+Sky, forehead of the morning
+--, the storm that howl along the
+--, souls are ripened in our northern
+--, star sinning in the
+--, canopied by the blue
+Slain, thrice he slew the
+Slaughter, lamb to the
+--forbade to wade through
+Slave, base is the, that pays
+Slavery or death, which to choose
+--a bitter draught
+Slaves, what can ennoble
+-, Britons never will be
+Sleep, he giveth his beloved
+--of a laboring man
+--, folding the hands to
+--, our life is rounded with a
+--knits up the raveled sleave of care
+--, gentle sleep
+--, some must watch, while some must
+--, tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy
+Sleep, undisturbed
+--, blessings on him who invented
+--, the mantle that covers all human thought
+Sleeve, wear my heart upon my
+Slept, thought her dying when she
+Sloth finds the down pillow hard
+Slough of despond
+Sluggard, 't is the voice of the
+Slumber, a little
+Small Latin and less Greek
+--things compared with great
+Smell, ancient and fish like
+Smels, throwe her swete, al around
+Smile that glowed celestial
+--, to share the good man's
+Smiles, seldom he
+--, kisses, tears, and
+Snails, her pretty feet, like
+Snake, we hat'e scotched the
+--like a wounded
+Sneer, without sneering
+--, laughing devil in his
+Snow whiter than the driven
+Snug as a bug
+Society where none intrudes
+Soldier full of strange oaths
+Solid men of Boston
+Solitude is sometimes but society
+--, how passing sweet is
+--, where are thy charms
+--, inward eye of
+--, makes a, and calls it peace
+Something too much of this
+Son of his own works
+Song of Percy and Douglass
+Sophonisba, O
+Sorrow, pluck from the memory a rooted
+--, wear a golden
+--, parting is such sweet
+--, to pine with feare and
+--, her rent is
+--, some natural
+Sorrow returned with the morn
+Sorrows come not single
+--, transient
+Soul, the iron entered into his
+--, lose his own
+--. thou hast much goods
+--, harrow up thy
+--, lay not that flattering unction to your
+--, to fret thy, with crosses
+--is form
+--of the age
+--like seasoned timber
+--, a happy
+--'s dark cottage
+--, take the prisoned
+--under the ribs of death
+Soul, pride and haughtiness of
+--smiles at the drawn dagger
+--, the flow of
+--, palace of the soul
+--is wanting there
+--, that eye was in itself a
+--is dead that slumbers
+Souls, immediate jewel of their
+--sympathize with sounds
+--, corporations have no
+Sound and fury
+--, persuasive
+--, an echo to the sense
+--the clarion
+--, sweet is every
+Sounding brass
+Source of sympathetic tears
+South, o'er my ear like the sweet
+Sow, wrong, by the ear
+Soweth, shall reap, as he
+Space and time annihilate
+Spare the rod
+Sparks fly upward
+Sparrow, caters for the
+--, providence in the fall of a
+--, fall, or hero perish
+Speak of me as I am
+Spears into pruning-hooks
+Speculation in those eyes
+Speech, thought deeper than
+Speed the going guest
+--the parting guest
+Spenser, renowned
+Spin, nor toil not
+Spirit wounded
+--, haughty
+--return unto God
+--indeed is willing
+--, present in
+--stirring drum
+--of my dream
+--or more welcome shade
+Spiriting, do my, gently
+Spirits are not finely touched
+--from the vasty deep
+--twain
+Spite,-in learned doctors
+Splenetive and rash
+Spoken at random
+Sponge, drink no more than a
+Spot is cursed, the
+Springes to catch woodcocks
+Spur to pride the sides of my intent
+Squeak as naturally as pigs
+Stage, where every man must play
+--, all the world's n
+--, struts and frets his hour upon the
+--, the wonder of our
+--, veteran on the
+--, poor, degraded
+Stale, Hat, and unprofitable
+Stand and wait
+Stanley, on
+Stanza, who pens a
+Star, love a bright, particular
+--, thy soul was like a
+--, stay the morning
+Stars, shooting, attend
+--hide their diminished heads
+--, battlements bore
+Starts, everything by
+State, a pillar of
+--, what constitutes a
+Statue that enchants the world
+Stealth, do good by
+Steed, farewell the neighing
+Steel, though locked up in
+--, my man 's as true as
+--, grapple with hooks of
+Sticking place, screw your courage to the
+Still to be neat
+--achieving, still pursuing
+Sting, O death, where is thy
+Stir, the fretful
+Stoicism, the Romans call it
+Stolen, not wanting what is
+Stomach's sake, a little wine for the
+Stone, fling but a
+--, underneath this, doth lie
+--, we raised not a
+Stones, sermons in
+--prate of my whereabouts
+--of Rome
+Stories, long, dull, and old
+Storm, pelting of this pitiless
+--, directs the
+Storms of life, rainbow to the
+Story, I have none to tell
+Strange, 't was passing
+Strangers, to entertain
+--, by, honored
+Straw, tickled with a
+Streets, a lion is in the
+--, squeak and gibber in the
+Strength, king's name is a tower of
+--, lovely in your
+Strife, dare the elements to
+Striving to better
+Strong, battle not to the
+--upon the stronger side
+--without rage
+Studies, still air of delightful
+Study, much, is weariness
+Stuff as dreams are made of
+--, ambition 's made of sterner
+Sublime, to suffer and be strong
+--and the ridiculous
+Success, 't is not in mortals to command
+Suffer, how sublime to
+Sufferance is the badge
+Suffering ended with the day
+--, child of
+Suing long to bide
+Sullenness against nature
+Sum of more, giving thy
+Summer, made glorious
+--of your youth
+Summons, upon a fearful
+Summits, clad in colors of the air
+Sun, no new thing under the
+--of righteousness arise
+--let not the, go down upon, your wrath
+--, doubt the, doth move
+--goes round, take all the rest the
+--, benighted walks under the midday
+--, as the dial to the
+--, farthing candle to the
+--, hail the rising
+--, hold their glimmering taper to the
+--. world without a
+Sunday shines no Sabbath day
+Sunlight drinketh dew
+Sunshine made, and in the shady place
+Suspicion haunts the guilty mind
+Swan on St. Mary's lake
+--, sweet, of Avon
+Sweet, so coldly
+Sweet day, so cool, so calm
+Sweetness, linked, long drawn out
+--, waste its
+Swift, race not to the
+--expires, a driveller
+Swine, cast not your pearls before
+Swoop, at one fell
+Sword, glorious by my
+--, another's, has laid him low
+Sword, pen mightier than the
+Swords into plowshares
+Syllable men's names
+
+Table on a roar
+Take, O take those lips away
+--her up tenderly
+Tale that is told
+--, and thereby hangs a
+--, tedious as a twice-told
+--, an honest, speeds best
+--unfold
+--, a round, unvarnished
+--, every shepherd tells his
+--the moon takes up the wondrous
+--, to point a moral, or adorn a
+--so sad, so tender
+--, makes up life's
+--, as 't was said to me
+--, 't is an old
+--, a schoolboy's
+--which holdeth children from play
+Talk, I never spend an hour's
+--, ye gods, how lie will
+Tall oaks from little acorns grow
+Tam was glorious
+Taste of your quality
+Tear, some melodious
+--, he gave to misery a
+--in her eye
+--, betwixt a smile and
+--, every woe can claim
+Tears, if you have
+--such as angels weep
+Tears, iron, down Plato's cheek
+--sacred source of
+--, baptized in
+--, too deep for
+--, flattered to
+--from despair
+--, idle tears
+Temple, nothing ill can dwell in such a
+Temples, groves were God's first
+Tenderly, take her up
+Tenor, noiseless, of their way
+Terror, there is no, in your threats
+Text, a rivulet of
+That it should come to this
+Theban, talk with this learned
+There, 't is neither here nor
+Thespis, the first professor of our art
+Thetis, lap of
+They conquer love that run away
+Thick and thin, to dash through
+Thief in the night, will come as a
+--doth 'fear each bush
+Thing, acting of a dreadful
+--, never says a foolish
+Things left undone
+--, unutterable
+--, God's sons are
+Think too little, and talk too much
+--those that, must govern
+Thinks most, lives most
+Thorn, withering on the virgin
+Thou art the man
+Thought, thy wish was father of that
+--sicklied o'er with the pale cast of
+--, would almost say her body
+--, armor is his honest
+--, whistled for want of
+--, too much thinking to have common
+--, not, one immoral
+--, the dome of
+--, the power of
+--, deeper than speech
+Thoughts, a dark soul and foul
+--that breathe
+--too deep for tears
+--, great
+Thousand, one shall become a
+Thread of his verbosity
+Thrift, thrift, Horatio
+--may follow fawning
+Thrones, dominations
+Throng the lowest of your
+Thumbs, by the pricking of my
+Thunder, lightning, or in rain
+Thwack, with many a stiff
+Thyme, whereon the wild, grows
+Tide in the affairs of men
+Tidings, dismal, when he frowned
+Tie, the silken
+Tilt at all I meet
+Timber, seasoned, never gives
+Time and the hour
+--, to the last syllable of recorded
+--so hallowed and gracious
+--, not of an age, but for all
+--shall throw a dart at thee
+--, how small a part of
+--, with thee conversing, I forgot all
+--, what will it not subdue
+--'s noblest offspring
+--, we take no note of
+--toiled after him in vain
+--adds increase to her truth
+--has not cropt the roses
+--, noiseless foot of
+--count by heart-throbs
+--, footprints on the band of
+--has laid his hand gently
+--, break the legs of
+Times that try men's souls
+Tinkling symbols
+Toad, ugly and venomous
+To be or not to be
+To-day, be wise
+Toe, on the light fantastic
+Toil, envy, want the jail
+--, those who think must govern those who
+--and trouble, why all this
+Tolerable and not to be endured
+Tomb of him who would have made glad the world
+Tombs, hark from the
+To-morrow, boast not thyself of
+--and to-morrow
+--, do thy worst
+--, already walks
+Tongue, braggart with my
+--let the canded
+--that Shakespeare spake
+--, music's golden
+Tongues in trees
+Too late I stayed
+Tooth for tooth
+--sharper than a serpent's
+Toothache, philosopher that could endure the
+Torrent of a woman's will
+--, roll darkling down the
+--, and whirlwind's roar
+Torrents, motionless
+Touch not, taste not
+--harmonious
+Towered cities please us
+Towers, the cloud-capt
+Trade's proud empire
+Train up a child
+Train, a melancholy
+Traitors, our doubts are
+Traps, Cupid kills with
+Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart
+Treasure is, your heart will be where your
+Tree, like a green bay
+--is known by his fruit
+Tree's inclined, as the twig is bent
+--of deepest root is found
+Trees, tongues in
+Tribe, the badge of our
+--, richer than all his
+Trick worth two of that
+Tricks, fantastic
+Tried, she is to blame who has been
+Trifles light as air
+Triton of the minnows
+Troop, farewell the plumed
+Trope, out there flew a
+Trouble, war, he sung, is toil and
+Troubles, arms against a sea of
+Trowel, laid on with a
+Troy, half his, was burned
+--, fired another
+True so sad, so tender, and so
+Truth, doubt, to be a liar
+--in every shepherd's tongue
+--from pole to pole
+--, whispering tongues can poison
+--crushed to earth
+--, bright countenance of
+Turf, green be the
+Tweedledum and Tweedledee
+Twilight gray, in sober livery
+Two strings to his bow
+Type of the wise
+
+Unadorned, adorned the most
+Unanimity is wonderful
+Uncertain, coy, and hard to please
+Uncle, O my prophetic soul I my
+Underneath this stone doth lie
+--sable hearse
+Uneasy lies the head
+Unfit, for all things
+Unfortunate, one more
+Unity, to dwell together in
+Universe, born for the
+Unknown, too early seen
+--, argues yourselves
+Unseen, born to blush
+Unwept, unhonored and unsung
+Unwhipped of justice
+Uses, to what base
+Utterance of the early gods
+Utica, no pent-up
+
+Vale of life
+--, meanest floweret of the
+Valiant taste of death but once
+Vallombrosa, leaves that strew the brooks in
+Valor, discretion the better part
+--is oozing out
+Vanity and vexation of spirit
+Vanity of vanities
+Variety, her infinite
+--'s the spice of life
+Vase, you may shatter the
+Vault, the deep, damp
+--, fretted
+Vaulting ambition
+Vein, I am not in the
+Venice, I stood in
+Verbosity, thread of his
+Verge enough
+Vernal seasons of the year
+Verse, married to immortal
+--, wisdom married to immortal
+Verses, for rhyme the rudder is
+Veteran, superfluous lags the
+Vice, when, prevails
+--is a monster
+Vices, small
+--, our pleasant
+Vienna, looker-on here at
+Victims, the little, play
+Victorious o'er all the ills of life
+View, when will the landscape tire the
+Village master taught
+Villain, one murder makes a
+Violet, nodding grows
+--, throw a perfume on the
+--by a mossy stone
+Violets, breathes upon a bank of
+--plucked ne'er grow again
+Virtue of necessity
+--, assume a
+--is her own reward
+--alone is happiness
+--makes the bliss
+--, homage that vice pays to
+Virtue linked with one
+Virtues, we write in water
+--, be to her, very kind
+Virtuous, dost think because thou art
+Visage, on his bold
+Visible, darkness
+Vision, write the, and make it plain
+--, baseless fabric of a
+--and faculty divine
+Visits, like angel's
+--like those of angels
+Vocation, 't is my
+Voice, a still, small
+--, I hear a, you cannot
+--of nature cries from the tomb
+--in my dreaming ear melted
+Voices, earth with her thousand
+Void, have left an aching
+Volume, within that awful
+Vote that shakes the turrets of the land
+Voyage of their life
+
+Waist, hands round the slight
+Wait, they also serve who stand and
+Walk while ye have the light
+--of virtuous life
+Wall, weakest goes to the
+Want lonely, retired to die
+Wanting, art found
+War, let slip the dogs of
+--is toil and trouble
+War, then was the tug of
+--, my voice is still for
+--to the knife
+Warble his native wood-notes
+Warriors feel, stern joy which
+Watch and pray
+Watches, our judgments as our
+Water, unstable as
+--, leadeth me beside the still
+--, drink no longer
+--, smooth runs the
+--, the conscious, saw its God
+--everywhere
+Waters, cast thy bread upon the
+--, the hell of
+--, she walks the
+Wave o' the sea
+Waves, here shall thy proud, be stayed
+Way of life, fallen into the sear and yellow leaf
+--, noiseless tenor of their
+Way, amend your
+--of God are just
+--, untrodden
+We watched her breathing
+Weakest goes to the wall
+Weariness can snore upon the flint
+Wearisome condition of humanity
+Weep no more, lady
+Well, not so deep as a
+--, not wisely, but too
+--of English undefyled
+Westward the course of empire
+Whale, very like a
+What care I how fair she be
+--, he knew what's
+Whatever is, is right
+Wheel broken at the cistern
+--, who breaks a butterfly upon a
+When shall we three meet again
+Whereabout, prate of my
+Wherefore, for every why he had a
+Whining schoolboy
+Whip, in every honest hand a
+Whirlwind, they shall reap the
+--, ride in the
+Whispering lovers made
+--will ne'er consent
+Whispers of fancy
+Whistle, clear as a
+Whistled as he went
+Whither thou goest I will go
+Who builds a church to God
+--runs may read
+Wicked cease from troubling
+--flee when no man pursueth
+Wife, you are my true and honorable
+--and children impediments to great enterprises
+Wiles, simple
+Will, he that complies against his
+Will turn the current of a woman's
+--, if she will
+Willows, hanged our harps on the
+Win, they laugh that
+Wind, did fly on the wings of the
+--, they have sown the
+--bloweth us it listeth
+--, sits the, in that corner
+--, as large a charter as the
+--, blow, thou winter
+--, blow, come wrack
+--and his nobility
+--, idle, as the
+--, blow and crack your cheeks
+--. ill, turns none to good
+--, shrink from sorrow's keenest
+--, hope constantly in
+--, God tempers the
+Windows richly dight
+Wine for the stomach's sake
+--, good, needs no hush
+--of life
+--, O thou invisible spirit of
+Wing dropped from an angel's
+Wings like a dove
+--, riches make themselves
+--, arise with healing in his
+--, flies with swallow's
+Winter, my age is as a lusty
+--of our discontent
+--lingering chills the lap of May
+Wisdom priced above rubies
+--finds a way
+Wise in your own conceit
+--saws and modern instances
+--be not worldly
+--folly to be
+Wisely, loved not
+Wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best
+--, brightest, meanest of mankind
+Wish was father to that thought
+Wit, brevity is the soul of
+--, his whole, in a jest
+--, true, is nature to advantage, dressed
+--, that can creep
+--, a man in
+--, accept a miracle instead of
+Witty in myself
+Wits' end, at their
+--, keen encounter of our
+--, to madness near allied
+Woe, trappings and the suits of
+--, mockery of
+--is life protracted
+--, heritage of
+--, truth denies all eloquence to
+Wolf dwell with the lamb
+Woman's reason, no other but a
+--, O, I could play the
+--, she is a
+--in this humor wooed
+--, an excellent thing in
+--, frailty, thy name is
+--, lovely
+Woman's, nature made thee to temper man
+--that deliberates is lost
+--scorned, no fury like a
+--'s at best a contradiction
+--is at heart a rake
+--will or won't
+--'s will, to turn the current of a
+--'s will, stem the torrent of a
+--stoops to folly
+--, nobly planned
+--, in our hours of ease
+--, light of a dark eye in
+Womankind, faith in
+Women, passing the love of
+--'s weapons, water-drops
+--, hear these telltale
+--wish to be who love their lords
+Won, showed how fields were
+Wonder, without our special
+--grew that one small head
+--of an hour
+Wooed that would be
+Wood, the deep and glooomy
+--, one impulse, from a vernal
+Woodcocks, springes to catch
+Woods and pastures new
+--, pleasure in the pathless
+Wool, all cry and no
+Word, for teaching me that
+--to throw at a dog
+Word of Caesar against the world
+--, suit the action to the
+--, whose, no man relies on
+--at random spoken
+--, that fatal
+Words, familiar as household
+--, immodest, admit of no defence
+--are men's daughters
+--that burn
+--are wise men's counters
+World, light of the
+--, children of the
+--, I hold the world but as the
+--, a good deed in a naughty
+--, full of briers is this working-day
+--, how wags the
+--is given to lying
+--of happy days
+--, start of the majestic
+--, uses of this
+--, lash the rascal naked through the
+--, give the, the lie
+--was all before them
+--, look round the habitable
+--, so stands the statue that enchants the
+--'s dread laugh
+--, unintelligible
+--, fever of the
+--too much with us
+--, I have not loved the
+--falls, when Rome falls
+--knows nothing of its greatest men
+World's wide enough for thee and me
+Worlds, mine arm should conquer twenty
+--, wreck of matter and the crush of
+--, exhausted, and imagined new
+--, allured to brighter
+Worm dieth not
+Worms have eaten them
+Worse, greater feeling to the
+Worship God, he says
+Worth, conscience of her
+--, what is, in anything
+--by poverty depressed
+--makes the man
+--, sad relic of departed
+Wound, he jests at scars that never felt a
+Wrack, blow wind, come
+Wrath, soft answer turneth away
+--, let not the sun go down upon your
+--, nursing her, to keep it warm
+Wreck of matter
+Wretches, poor naked
+--, feel what, feel
+--hang that jurymen may dine
+Writ, and what is, is writ
+Writer, pen of a ready
+Writing, true ease in
+Wrong, always in the
+Wrongs unredressed
+Year, starry girdle of the
+--, saddest days of the
+Years, we spend our
+--, love of life increased with
+Years, dim with the mist of
+--, live in deeds, not
+Yesterdays have lighted fools
+Yorick! alas poor
+York, this sun of
+Young, and now am old
+--, when my bosom was
+--, and both were
+Yours, as if her merit lessened
+Youth, remember thy Creator
+--in the morn and liquid dew
+--at the prow
+--, gives to her mind what he steals from her
+--to fortune and to lame unknown
+--of labor, with an age of ease
+--, friends in
+
+
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