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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Familiar Quotations, by Various
+
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+
+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+This Collection, originally made without any view of publication, has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
+--, challenge double
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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
+--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
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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
+--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
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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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