Though I am young, I scorn to flit
On the wings of borrowed wit.
_The Shepherd's Hunting._
And I oft have heard defended,--
Little said is soonest mended.
_The Shepherd's Hunting._
And he that gives us in these days
New Lords may give us new laws.
_Contented Man's Morrice._
FOOTNOTES:
[199-3] See Raleigh, page 26.
[199-4] See Jonson, page 177.
THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679.
For words are wise men's counters,--they do but reckon by them;
but they are the money of fools.
_The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. iv._
No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all,
continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man
solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
_The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. xviii._
THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639.
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.
_Disdain Returned._
Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.
_Conquest by Flight._
An untimely grave.[200-1]
_On the Duke of Buckingham._
The magic of a face.
_Epitaph on the Lady S----._
FOOTNOTES:
[200-1] An untimely grave.--TATE AND BRADY: _Psalm vii._
WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645.
Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.[201-1]
_Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2._
Did therewith bury in oblivion.
_Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2._
Well-languaged Daniel.
_Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2._
FOOTNOTES:
[201-1] See Bacon, page 170.
ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1674.
Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones,--come and buy!
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile,--
There 's the land, or cherry-isle.
_Cherry Ripe._
Some asked me where the rubies grew,
And nothing I did say;
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
_The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls._
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.
_The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls._
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness.
_Delight in Disorder._
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility,--
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
_Delight in Disorder._
You say to me-wards your affection 's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.[202-1]
_Love me Little, Love me Long._
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.[202-2]
_To the Virgins to make much of Time._
Fall on me like a silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptism o'er the flowers.
_To Music, to becalm his Fever._
Fair daffadills, we weep to see
You haste away so soon:
As yet the early rising sun
Has not attained his noon.
_To Daffadills._
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.[202-3]
_Sorrows Succeed._
Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
A little out, and then,[202-4]
As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.
_To Mistress Susanna Southwell._
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting-stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
_The Night Piece to Julia._
I saw a flie within a beade
Of amber cleanly buried.[203-1]
_The Amber Bead._
Thus times do shift,--each thing his turn does hold;
New things succeed, as former things grow old.
_Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve._
Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine.
_Ode for Ben Jonson._
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt;
Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out.[203-2]
_Seek and Find._
But ne'er the rose without the thorn.[203-3]
_The Rose._
FOOTNOTES:
[202-1] See Marlowe, page 41.
[202-2] Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be
withered.--_Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8._
Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time.--SPENSER: _The Faerie
Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75._
[202-3] See Shakespeare, page 143.
[202-4]
Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out.
SUCKLING: _Ballad upon a Wedding._
[203-1] See Bacon, page 168.
[203-2] Nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet
(Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by
seeking).--TERENCE: _Heautontimoroumenos, iv. 2, 8._
[203-3] Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.--MILTON:
_Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256._
FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644.
Death aims with fouler spite
At fairer marks.[203-4]
_Divine Poems_ (_ed. 1669_).
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day
Whose conquering ray
May chase these fogs;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Light will repay
The wrongs of night;
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
_Emblems. Book i. Emblem 14._
Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.
_Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 2._
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.
_Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 10, Ep. 10._
The slender debt to Nature 's quickly paid,[204-1]
Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.
_Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 13._
The next way home 's the farthest way about.[204-2]
_Emblems. Book iv. Emblem 2, Ep. 2._
It is the lot of man but once to die.
_Emblems. Book v. Emblem 7._
FOOTNOTES:
[203-4] Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.--YOUNG: _Night
Thoughts, night v. line 1011._
[204-1] To die is a debt we must all of us discharge.--EURIPIDES:
_Alcestis, line 418._
[204-2] The longest way round is the shortest way home.--BOHN:
_Foreign Proverbs (Italian)._
GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632.
To write a verse or two is all the praise
That I can raise.
_Praise._
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky.
_Virtue._
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie.
_Virtue._
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives.
_Virtue._
Like summer friends,
Flies of estate and sunneshine.
_The Answer._
A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine;
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws
Makes that and th' action fine.
_The Elixir._
A verse may find him who a sermon flies,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.
_The Church Porch._
Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.[205-1]
_The Church Porch._
Chase brave employment with a naked sword
Throughout the world.
_The Church Porch._
Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime,
'T is angels' music.
_The Church Porch._
The worst speak something good; if all want sense,
God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence.
_The Church Porch._
Bibles laid open, millions of surprises.
_Sin._
Religion stands on tiptoe in our land,
Ready to pass to the American strand.
_The Church Militant._
Man is one world, and hath
Another to attend him.
_Man._
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast.
_The Pulley._
The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords
If when the soul unto the lines accords.
_A True Hymn._
Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?[205-2]
_The Size._
Do well and right, and let the world sink.[205-3]
_Country Parson. Chap. xxix._
His bark is worse than his bite.
_Jacula Prudentum._
After death the doctor.[205-4]
_Jacula Prudentum._
Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.[205-5]
_Jacula Prudentum._
No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devil builds a chapel
hard by.[206-1]
_Jacula Prudentum._
God's mill grinds slow, but sure.[206-2]
_Jacula Prudentum._
The offender never pardons.[206-3]
_Jacula Prudentum._
It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle.
_Jacula Prudentum._
To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure.[206-4]
_Jacula Prudentum._
The lion is not so fierce as they paint him.[206-5]
_Jacula Prudentum._
Help thyself, and God will help thee.[206-6]
_Jacula Prudentum._
Words are women, deeds are men.[206-7]
_Jacula Prudentum._
The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken.[206-8]
_Jacula Prudentum._
A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two.[206-9]
_Jacula Prudentum._
FOOTNOTES:
[205-1]
And he that does one fault at first,
And lies to hide it, makes it two.
WATTS: _Song xv._
[205-2] See Heywood, page 20. BICKERSTAFF: _Thomas and Sally._
[205-3] Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua (Though the sky fall, let
Thy will be done).--SIR T. BROWNE: _Religio Medici, part ii. sect.
xi._
[205-4] After the war, aid.--_Greek proverb._
After me the deluge.--MADAME DE POMPADOUR.
[205-5] Hell is paved with good intentions.--DR. JOHNSON
(Boswell's _Life of Johnson, Annus 1775_.)
[206-1] See Burton, page 192.
[206-2] Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind
exceeding small.--F. VON LOGAU (1614-1655): _Retribution_
(translation).
[206-3] They ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.--DRYDEN: _The
Conquest of Grenada._
[206-4] God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.--STERNE:
_Sentimental Journey._
[206-5] The lion is not so fierce as painted.--FULLER: _Expecting
Preferment._
[206-6] God helps those who help themselves.--SIDNEY: _Discourses
on Government, sect. xxiii._ FRANKLIN: _Poor Richard's Almanac._
[206-7] Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.--DR.
MADDEN: _Boulter's Monument_ (supposed to have been inserted by
Dr. Johnson, 1745).
[206-8] See Chaucer, page 4.
[206-9] See Burton, page 185.
IZAAK WALTON. 1593-1683.
Of which, if thou be a severe, sour-complexioned man, then I here
disallow thee to be a competent judge.
_The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._
Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can
never be fully learnt.
_The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._
As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler.
_The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._
I shall stay him no longer than to wish him a rainy evening to
read this following discourse; and that if he be an honest
angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing.
_The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._
As the Italians say, Good company in a journey makes the way to
seem the shorter.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._
I am, sir, a Brother of the Angle.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._
It [angling] deserves commendations; . . . it is an art worthy
the knowledge and practice of a wise man.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._
Angling is somewhat like poetry,--men are to be born so.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._
Doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will
prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.[207-1]
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._
Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a frequent practiser
of the Art of Angling; of which he would say, "'T was an
employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a
rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of
sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a
procurer of contentedness;" and "that it begat habits of peace
and patience in those that professed and practised it."
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._
You will find angling to be like the virtue of humility, which
has a calmness of spirit and a world of other blessings attending
upon it.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._
I remember that a wise friend of mine did usually say, "That
which is everybody's business is nobody's business."
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. ii._
Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. ii._
An excellent angler, and now with God.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. iv._
Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. iv._
No man can lose what he never had.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. v._
We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler[208-1] said of strawberries:
"Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God
never did;" and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a
more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. v._
Thus use your frog: put your hook--I mean the arming
wire--through his mouth and out at his gills, and then with a
fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg with only one
stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg
above the upper joint to the armed wire; and in so doing use him
as though you loved him.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 8._
This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest
men.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 8._
Health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of,--a
blessing that money cannot buy.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 21._
And upon all that are lovers of virtue, and dare trust in his
Providence, and be quiet and go a-angling.
_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 21._
But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him; marked him
for his own.[208-2]
_Life of Donne._
The great secretary of Nature,--Sir Francis Bacon.[208-3]
_Life of Herbert._
Oh, the gallant fisher's life!
It is the best of any;
'T is full of pleasure, void of strife,
And 't is beloved by many.
_The Angler._ (John Chalkhill.)[209-1]
FOOTNOTES:
[207-1] Virtue is her own reward.--DRYDEN: _Tyrannic Love, act
iii. sc. 1._
Virtue is to herself the best reward.--HENRY MORE: _Cupid's
Conflict._
Virtue is its own reward.--PRIOR: _Imitations of Horace, book iii.
ode 2._ GAY: _Epistle to Methuen._ HOME: _Douglas, act iii. sc.
1._
Virtue was sufficient of herself for happiness.--DIOGENES
LAERTIUS: _Plato, xlii._
Ipsa quidem virtus sibimet pulcherrima merces (Virtue herself is
her own fairest reward).--SILIUS ITALICUS (25?-99): _Punica, lib.
xiii. line 663._
[208-1] William Butler, styled by Dr. Fuller in his "Worthies"
(Suffolk) the "Æsculapius of our age." He died in 1621. This first
appeared in the second edition of "The Angler," 1655. Roger
Williams, in his "Key into the Language of America," 1643, p. 98,
says: "One of the chiefest doctors of England was wont to say,
that God could have made, but God never did make, a better berry."
[208-2] Melancholy marked him for her own.--GRAY: _The Epitaph._
[208-3] Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates are secretaries of
Nature.--HOWELL: _Letters, book ii. letter xi._
[209-1] In 1683, the year in which he died, Walton prefixed a
preface to a work edited by him: "Thealma and Clearchus, a
Pastoral History, in smooth and easy verse: written long since by
John Chalkhill Esq., an aquaintant and friend of Edmund Spenser."
Chalkhill,--a name unappropriated, a verbal phantom, a shadow of a
shade. Chalkhill is no other than our old piscatory friend
incognito.--ZOUCH: _Life of Walton._
JAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hands on kings.
_Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3._
Only the actions of the just[209-2]
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.[209-3]
_Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3._
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
_Cupid and Death._
FOOTNOTES:
[209-2]
The sweet remembrance of the just
Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.
TATE AND BRADY: _Psalm cxxii. 6._
[209-3] "Their dust" in _Works_ edited by Dyce.
SAMUEL BUTLER. 1600-1680.
And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick,
Was beat with fist instead of a stick.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 11._
We grant, although he had much wit,
He was very shy of using it.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 45._
Beside, 't is known he could speak Greek
As naturally as pigs squeak;[210-1]
That Latin was no more difficile
Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 51._
He could distinguish and divide
A hair 'twixt south and southwest side.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 67._
For rhetoric, he could not ope
His mouth, but out there flew a trope.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 81._
For all a rhetorician's rules
Teach nothing but to name his tools.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 89._
A Babylonish dialect
Which learned pedants much affect.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 93._
For he by geometric scale
Could take the size of pots of ale.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 121._
And wisely tell what hour o' the day
The clock does strike, by algebra.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 125._
Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
For every why he had a wherefore.[210-2]
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 131._
Where entity and quiddity,
The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 145._
He knew what 's what,[210-3] and that 's as high
As metaphysic wit can fly.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 149._
Such as take lodgings in a head
That 's to be let unfurnished.[210-4]
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 161._
'T was Presbyterian true blue.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 191._
And prove their doctrine orthodox,
By apostolic blows and knocks.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 199._
As if religion was intended
For nothing else but to be mended.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 205._
Compound for sins they are inclined to,
By damning those they have no mind to.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 215._
The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty,
For want of fighting was grown rusty,
And ate into itself, for lack
Of somebody to hew and hack.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 359._
For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 463._
He ne'er consider'd it, as loth
To look a gift-horse in the mouth.[211-1]
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 490._
And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 647._
Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat![211-2]
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 821._
Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.[211-3]
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 852._
And bid the devil take the hin'most.[211-4]
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 633._
With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,
Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 831._
Like feather bed betwixt a wall
And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 872._
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron![211-5]
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1._
Who thought he 'd won
The field as certain as a gun.[211-6]
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 11._
Nor do I know what is become
Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 263._
I 'll make the fur
Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 277._
He had got a hurt
O' the inside, of a deadlier sort.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 309._
These reasons made his mouth to water.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 379._
While the honour thou hast got
Is spick and span new.[212-1]
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 398._
With mortal crisis doth portend
My days to appropinque an end.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 589._
For those that run away and fly,
Take place at least o' the enemy.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 609._
I am not now in fortune's power:
He that is down can fall no lower.[212-2]
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 877._
Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse
And sayings of philosophers.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1011._
If he that in the field is slain
Be in the bed of honour lain,
He that is beaten may be said
To lie in honour's truckle-bed.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1047._
When pious frauds and holy shifts
Are dispensations and gifts.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1145._
Friend Ralph, thou hast
Outrun the constable[212-3] at last.
_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367._
Some force whole regions, in despite
O' geography, to change their site;
Make former times shake hands with latter,
And that which was before come after.
But those that write in rhyme still make
The one verse for the other's sake;
For one for sense, and one for rhyme,
I think 's sufficient at one time.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 23._
Some have been beaten till they know
What wood a cudgel 's of by th' blow;
Some kick'd until they can feel whether
A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 221._
No Indian prince has to his palace
More followers than a thief to the gallows.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 273._
Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers
Say fools for arguments use wagers.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 297._
Love in your hearts as idly burns
As fire in antique Roman urns.[213-1]
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 309._
For what is worth in anything
But so much money as 't will bring?
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 465._
Love is a boy by poets styl'd;
Then spare the rod and spoil the child.[213-2]
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 843._
The sun had long since in the lap
Of Thetis taken out his nap,
And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn
From black to red began to turn.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29._
Have always been at daggers-drawing,
And one another clapper-clawing.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79._
For truth is precious and divine,--
Too rich a pearl for carnal swine.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 257._
Why should not conscience have vacation
As well as other courts o' th' nation?
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 317._
He that imposes an oath makes it,
Not he that for convenience takes it;
Then how can any man be said
To break an oath he never made?
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 377._
As the ancients
Say wisely, have a care o' th' main chance,[214-1]
And look before you ere you leap;[214-2]
For as you sow, ye are like to reap.[214-3]
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 501._
Doubtless the pleasure is as great
Of being cheated as to cheat.[214-4]
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1._
He made an instrument to know
If the moon shine at full or no.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 261._
Each window like a pill'ry appears,
With heads thrust thro' nail'd by the ears.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 391._
To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd,
And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923._
There 's but the twinkling of a star
Between a man of peace and war.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 957._
But Hudibras gave him a twitch
As quick as lightning in the breech,
Just in the place where honour 's lodg'd,
As wise philosophers have judg'd;
Because a kick in that part more
Hurts honour than deep wounds before.
_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1065._
As men of inward light are wont
To turn their optics in upon 't.
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 481._
Still amorous and fond and billing,
Like Philip and Mary on a shilling.
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 687._
What makes all doctrines plain and clear?
About two hundred pounds a year.
And that which was prov'd true before
Prove false again? Two hundred more.
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1277._
'Cause grace and virtue are within
Prohibited degrees of kin;
And therefore no true saint allows
They shall be suffer'd to espouse.
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1293._
Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick,
Though he gave his name to our Old Nick.
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1313._
With crosses, relics, crucifixes,
Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes,--
The tools of working our salvation
By mere mechanic operation.
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1495._
True as the dial to the sun,[215-1]
Although it be not shin'd upon.
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175._
But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease.
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 443._
For those that fly may fight again,
Which he can never do that 's slain.[215-2]
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 243._
He that complies against his will
Is of his own opinion still.
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 547._
With books and money plac'd for show
Like nest-eggs to make clients lay,
And for his false opinion pay.
_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 624._
And poets by their sufferings grow,[216-1]--
As if there were no more to do,
To make a poet excellent,
But only want and discontent.
_Fragments._
FOOTNOTES:
[210-1]
He Greek and Latin speaks with greater ease
Than hogs eat acorns, and tame pigeons peas.