[210-2] See Shakespeare, page 50.
[210-3] See Skelton, page 8.
[210-4] See Bacon, page 170.
[211-1] See Heywood, page 11.
[211-2] See Middleton, page 172.
[211-3] See Fortescue, page 7.
[211-4] Bid the Devil take the slowest.--PRIOR: _On the Taking of
Namur._
Deil tak the hindmost.--BURNS: _To a Haggis._
[211-5] See Spenser, page 27.
[211-6] Sure as a gun.--DRYDEN: _The Spanish Friar, act iii. sc.
2._ CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i. book iii. chap. vii._
[212-1] See Middleton, page 172.
[212-2] He that is down needs fear no fall.--BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's
Progress, part ii._
[212-3] Outrun the constable.--RAY: _Proverbs, 1670._
[213-1]
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
COWPER: _Conversation, line 357._
[213-2] See Skelton, page 8.
[214-1] See Lyly, page 33.
[214-2] See Heywood, page 9.
[214-3] Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also
reap.--_Galatians vi._
[214-4] This couplet is enlarged on by Swift in his "Tale of a
Tub," where he says that the happiness of life consists in being
well deceived.
[215-1]
True as the needle to the pole,
Or as the dial to the sun.
BARTON BOOTH: _Song._
[215-2]
Let who will boast their courage in the field,
I find but little safety from my shield.
Nature's, not honour's, law we must obey:
This made me cast my useless shield away.
And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life, which valour could not, from the grave.
A better buckler I can soon regain;
But who can get another life again?
ARCHILOCHUS: _Fragm. 6._ (Quoted by Plutarch, _Customs of the
Lacedæmonians._)
Sed omissis quidem divinis exhortationibus illum magis Græcum
versiculum secularis sententiæ sibi adhibent, "Qui fugiebat,
rursus proeliabitur:" ut et rursus forsitan fugiat (But
overlooking the divine exhortations, they act rather upon that
Greek verse of worldly significance, "He who flees will fight
again," and that perhaps to betake himself again to
flight).--TERTULLIAN: _De Fuga in Persecutione, c. 10._
The corresponding Greek, Anêr o pheugôn kai palin machêsetai, is
ascribed to Menander. See _Fragments_ (appended to Aristophanes in
Didot's _Bib. Græca_,), p. 91.
That same man that runnith awaie
Maie again fight an other daie.
ERASMUS: _Apothegms, 1542_ (translated by Udall).
Celuy qui fuit de bonne heure
Pent combattre derechef
(He who flies at the right time can fight again).
_Satyre Menippée_ (1594).
Qui fuit peut revenir aussi;
Qui meurt, il n'en est pas ainsi
(He who flies can also return; but it is not so with him who dies).
SCARRON (1610-1660).
He that fights and runs away
May turn and fight another day;
But he that is in battle slain
Will never rise to fight again.
RAY: _History of the Rebellion_ (1752), _p. 48._
For he who fights and runs away
May live to fight another day;
But he who is in battle slain
Can never rise and fight again.
GOLDSMITH: _The Art of Poetry on a New Plan_ (1761), _vol. ii.
p. 147._
[216-1]
Most wretched men
Are cradled into poetry by wrong;
They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
SHELLEY: _Julian and Maddalo._
SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT. 1605-1668.
The assembled souls of all that men held wise.
_Gondibert. Book ii. Canto v. Stanza 37._
Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy,
It is not safe to know.[217-1]
_The Just Italian. Act v. Sc. 1._
For angling-rod he took a sturdy oake;[217-2]
For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke;
His hooke was such as heads the end of pole
To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole;
The hook was baited with a dragon's tale,--
And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.
_Britannia Triumphans. Page 15. 1637._
FOOTNOTES:
[217-1] From ignorance our comfort flows.--PRIOR: _To the Hon.
Charles Montague._
Where ignorance is bliss,
'T is folly to be wise.
GRAY: _Eton College, Stanza 10._
[217-2]
For angling rod he took a sturdy oak;
For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke;
. . . . . .
His hook was baited with a dragon's tail,--
And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.
From _The Mock Romance_, a rhapsody attached to _The Loves of Hero
and Leander_, published in London in the years 1653 and 1677.
Chambers's _Book of Days, vol. i. p. 173._ DANIEL: _Rural Sports,
Supplement, p. 57._
His angle-rod made of a sturdy oak;
His line, a cable which in storms ne'er broke;
His hook he baited with a dragon's tail,--
And sat upon a rock, and bobb'd for whale.
WILLIAM KING (1663-1712): _Upon a Giant's Angling_ (In Chalmers's
"British Poets" ascribed to King.)
SIR THOMAS BROWNE. 1605-1682.
Too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies
unto the enemies of truth.
_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. vi._
Rich with the spoils of Nature.[217-3]
_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xiii._
Nature is the art of God.[218-1]
_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xvi._
The thousand doors that lead to death.[218-2]
_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xliv._
The heart of man is the place the Devil 's in: I feel sometimes a
hell within myself.[218-3]
_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. li._
There is no road or ready way to virtue.
_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. lv._
It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of
faces there should be none alike.[218-4]
_Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ii._
There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid
strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there
is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and
thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.[218-5]
_Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ix._
Sleep is a death; oh, make me try
By sleeping what it is to die,
And as gently lay my head
On my grave as now my bed!
_Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. xii._
Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua.[218-6]
_Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. xii._
Times before you, when even living men were antiquities,--when
the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world could
not be properly said to go unto the greater number.[219-1]
_Dedication to Urn-Burial._
I look upon you as gem of the old rock.[219-2]
_Dedication to Urn-Burial._
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the
grave.
_Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._
Quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests.
_Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._
Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana; he is almost
lost that built it.[219-3]
_Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._
What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he
hid himself among women.
_Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._
When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are
spoken under the rose.
_Vulgar Errors._
FOOTNOTES:
[217-3] Rich with the spoils of time.--GRAY: _Elegy, stanza 13._
[218-1] The course of Nature is the art of God.--YOUNG: _Night
Thoughts, night ix. line 1267._
[218-2] See Massinger, page 194.
[218-3]
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book i. line 253._
[218-4] The human features and countenance, although composed of
but some ten parts or little more, are so fashioned that among so
many thousands of men there are no two in existence who cannot be
distinguished from one another.--PLINY: _Natural History, book
vii. chap. i._
Of a thousand shavers, two do not shave so much alike as not to be
distinguished.--JOHNSON (1777).
There never were in the world two opinions alike, no more than two
hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is
diversity.--MONTAIGNE: _Of the Resemblance of Children to their
Fathers, book i. chap. xxxvii._
[218-5]
Oh, could you view the melody
Of every grace
And music of her face.
LOVELACE: _Orpheus to Beasts._
[218-6] See Herbert, page 204.
[219-1] 'T is long since Death had the majority.--BLAIR: _The
Grave, part ii. line 449._
[219-2] Adamas de rupe præstantissimus (A most excellent diamond
from the rock).
A chip of the old block.--PRIOR: _Life of Burke._
[219-3]
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it.
CIBBER: _Richard III. act iii. sc. 1._
EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687.
The yielding marble of her snowy breast.
_On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People._
That 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.[219-4]
_To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing._
A narrow compass! and yet there
Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair;
Give me but what this riband bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.
_On a Girdle._
For all we know
Of what the blessed do above
Is, that they sing, and that they love.
_While I listen to thy Voice._
Poets that lasting marble seek
Must come in Latin or in Greek.
_Of English Verse._
Under the tropic is our language spoke,
And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
_Upon the Death of the Lord Protector._
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
_Go, Lovely Rose._
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
_Go, Lovely Rose._
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,
And every conqueror creates a muse.
_Panegyric on Cromwell._
In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,
Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd;
With such old counsellors they did advise,
And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise.
_On St. James's Park._
And keeps the palace of the soul.[221-1]
_Of Tea._
Poets lose half the praise they should have got,
Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
_Upon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica._
Could we forbear dispute and practise love,
We should agree as angels do above.
_Divine Love. Canto iii._
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.[221-2]
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
As they draw near to their eternal home:
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view
That stand upon the threshold of the new.
_On the Divine Poems._
FOOTNOTES:
[219-4]
So in the Libyan fable it is told
That once an eagle, stricken with a dart,
Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
"With our own feathers, not by others' hands,
Are we now smitten."
ÆSCHYLUS: _Fragm. 123_ (Plumptre's Translation).
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, line 826._
Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart
Which rank corruption destines for their heart.
THOMAS MOORE: _Corruption._
[221-1] The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.--BYRON:
_Childe Harold, canto ii. stanza 6._
[221-2] See Daniel, page 39.
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.--ROGERS: _Pæstum._
THOMAS FULLER. 1608-1661.
Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as
harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness
through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.
_Life of Monica._
He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul,
biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a
passage through it.[221-3]
_Life of the Duke of Alva._
She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant
obeying him.
_Holy and Profane State. The Good Wife._
He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows.
_Holy and Profane State. The Good Husband._
One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be
confuted by his conscience.
_Holy and Profane State. The Good Advocate._
A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth
in that study brings him about again to our religion.[222-1]
_Holy and Profane State. The True Church Antiquary._
But our captain counts the image of God--nevertheless his
image--cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest
Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven.
_Holy and Profane State. The Good Sea-Captain._
To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no
less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.
_Holy and Profane State. The Virtuous Lady._
The lion is not so fierce as painted.[222-2]
_Holy and Profane State. Of Preferment._
Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit;
sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room.
_Holy and Profane State. Of Natural Fools._
The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the
names of their founders.
_Holy and Profane State. Of Tombs._
Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers
have lost.
_Holy and Profane State. Of Books._
They that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to bury
them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the
halter.
_Holy and Profane State. Of Marriage._
Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing.
_Holy and Profane State. Fame._
Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many
stories high.[222-3]
_Andronicus. Sect. vi. Par. 18, 1._
FOOTNOTES:
[221-3]
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.
DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel, part i. line 156._
[222-1] See Bacon, p. 166.
[222-2] See Herbert, p. 205.
[222-3] See Bacon, p. 170.
JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 1._
Or if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd
Fast by the oracle of God.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 10._
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 16._
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.[223-1]
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22._
As far as angels' ken.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 59._
Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 62._
Where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 65._
What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th' unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 105._
To be weak is miserable,
Doing or suffering.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 157._
And out of good still to find means of evil.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 165._
Farewell happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors!
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 249._
A mind not to be chang'd by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.[224-1]
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253._
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.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 261._
Heard so oft
In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
Of battle.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 275._
His spear, to equal which the tallest pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast
Of some great ammiral were but a wand,
He walk'd with to support uneasy steps
Over the burning marle.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 292._
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades
High over-arch'd imbower.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 302._
Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 330._
Spirits when they please
Can either sex assume, or both.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 423._
Execute their airy purposes.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 430._
When night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 500._
Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd
Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.[224-2]
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 536._
Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds:
At which the universal host up sent
A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 540._
Anon they move
In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood
Of flutes and soft recorders.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 549._
His form had yet not lost
All her original brightness, nor appear'd
Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess
Of glory obscur'd.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 591._
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 597._
Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 619._
Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 648._
Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell
From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts
Were always downward bent, admiring more
The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold,
Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd
In vision beatific.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 679._
Let none admire
That riches grow in hell: that soil may best
Deserve the precious bane.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 690._
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose, like an exhalation.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 710._
From morn
To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,--
A summer's day; and with the setting sun
Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 742._
Fairy elves,
Whose midnight revels by a forest side
Or fountain some belated peasant sees,
Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon
Sits arbitress.
_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 781._
High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd
To that bad eminence.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1._
Surer to prosper than prosperity
Could have assur'd us.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 39._
The strongest and the fiercest spirit
That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 44._
Rather than be less,
Car'd not to be at all.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 47._
My sentence is for open war.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 51._
That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat: descent and fall
To us is adverse.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 75._
When the scourge
Inexorable and the torturing hour
Call us to penance.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 90._
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 105._
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason,[226-1] to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 112._
Th' ethereal mould
Incapable of stain would soon expel
Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire,
Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.[226-2]
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 139._
For who would lose,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night?
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 146._
His red right hand.[227-1]
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 174._
Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 185._
The never-ending flight
Of future days.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 221._
Our torments also may in length of time
Become our elements.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 274._
With grave
Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd
A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat, and public care;
And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood,
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.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 300._
The palpable obscure.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 406._
Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 432._
Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 476._
The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 490._
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd
Firm concord holds, men only disagree
Of creatures rational.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 496._
In discourse more sweet;
For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555._
Vain wisdom all and false philosophy.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 565._
Arm th' obdur'd breast
With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 568._
A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog
Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old,
Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air
Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire.
Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd,
At certain revolutions all the damn'd
Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change
Of fierce extremes,--extremes by change more fierce;
From beds of raging fire to starve in ice
Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine
Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,
Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 592._
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,
Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 620._
Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 628._
The other shape,
If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;
Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,
For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 666._
Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 681._
Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 699._
So spake the grisly Terror.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 704._
Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 707._
Their fatal hands
No second stroke intend.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 712._
Hell
Grew darker at their frown.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 719._
I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH!
Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd
From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 787._
Before mine eyes in opposition sits
Grim Death, my son and foe.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 803._
Death
Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
His famine should be fill'd.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 845._
On a sudden open fly,
With impetuous recoil and jarring sound,
Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate
Harsh thunder.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 879._
Where eldest Night
And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal anarchy amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand;
For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,
Strive here for mast'ry.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894._
Into this wild abyss,
The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 910._
To compare
Great things with small.[230-1]
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921._
O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way,
And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 948._
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 995._
So he with difficulty and labour hard
Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1021._
And fast by, hanging in a golden chain,
This pendent world, in bigness as a star
Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.
_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1051._
Hail holy light! offspring of heav'n first-born.