Man, epistle iv. line 281._
[262-2] Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.--GRAY:
_Progress of Poesy, iii. 3, 4._
[262-3]
For he lives twice who can at once employ
The present well, and ev'n the past enjoy.
POPE: _Imitation of Martial._
RALPH VENNING. 1620(?)-1673.
All the beauty of the world, 't is but skin deep.[262-4]
_Orthodoxe Paradoxes._ (Third edition, 1650.) _The Triumph of Assurance,
p. 41._
They spare the rod, and spoyle the child.[262-5]
_Mysteries and Revelations, p. 5._ (_1649._)
FOOTNOTES:
[262-4] Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay
colours that are but skin-deep.--HENRY: _Commentaries. Genesis
iii._
[262-5] See Skelton, page 8.
ANDREW MARVELL. 1620-1678.
Orange bright,
Like golden lamps in a green night.
_Bermudas._
And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
_Bermudas._
In busy companies of men.
_The Garden._ (Translated.)
Annihilating all that 's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
_The Garden._ (Translated.)
The world in all doth but two nations bear,--
The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.
_The Loyal Scot._
The inglorious arts of peace.
_Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland._
He nothing common did, or mean,
Upon that memorable scene.
_Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland._
So much one man can do,
That does both act and know.
_Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland._
To make a bank was a great plot of state;
Invent a shovel, and be a magistrate.
_The Character of Holland._
JOSEPH HENSHAW.[263-1] ---- -1678.
Man's life is like unto a winter's day,--
Some break their fast and so depart away;
Others stay dinner, then depart full fed;
The longest age but sups and goes to bed.
O reader, then behold and see!
As we are now, so must you be.
_Horæ Sucissive_ (1631).
FOOTNOTES:
[263-1] Bishop of Peterborough, 1663.
HENRY VAUGHAN. 1621-1695.
But felt through all this fleshly dress
Bright shoots of everlastingness.
_The Retreat._
I see them walking in an air of glory
Whose light doth trample on my days,--
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,
Mere glimmering and decays.
_They are all gone._
Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!
Shining nowhere but in the dark;
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
Could man outlook that mark!
_They are all gone._
And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
And into glory peep.
_They are all gone._
Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch
Till the white-wing'd reapers come!
_The Seed growing secretly._
ALGERNON SIDNEY. 1622-1683.
Manus haec inimica tyrannis
Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem.[264-1]
_From the Life and Memoirs of Algernon Sidney._
Liars ought to have good memories.[264-2]
_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xv._
Men lived like fishes; the great ones devoured the small.[264-3]
_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xviii._
God helps those who help themselves.[265-1]
_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xxiii._
It is not necessary to light a candle to the sun.[265-2]
_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xxiii._
FOOTNOTES:
[264-1] His father writes to him, Aug. 30, 1660: "It is said that
the University of Copenhagen brought their album unto you,
desiring you to write something; and that you did _scribere in
albo_ these words." It is said that the first line is to be found
in the patent granted in 1616 by Camden (Clarencieux).--_Notes and
Queries, March 10, 1866._
[264-2] He who has not a good memory should never take upon him
the trade of lying.--MONTAIGNE: _Book i. chap. ix. Of Liars._
[264-3] See Shakespeare, page 161.
[265-1] See Herbert, page 206.
Heaven ne'er helps the man who will not act--SOPHOCLES: _Fragment
288_ (Plumptre's Translation).
Help thyself, Heaven will help thee.--LA FONTAINE: _Book vi. fable
18._
[265-2] Like his that lights a candle to the sun.--FLETCHER:
_Letter to Sir Walter Aston._
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.--YOUNG: _Satire vii.
line 56._
WILLIAM WALKER. 1623-1684.
Learn to read slow: all other graces
Will follow in their proper places.[265-3]
_The Art of Reading._
FOOTNOTES:
[265-3]
Take time enough; all other graces
Will soon fill up their proper places.
BYROM: _Advice to preach slow._
JOHN BUNYAN. 1628-1688.
And so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.
_Pilgrim's Progress. Apology for his Book._
Some said, "John, print it;" others said, "Not so."
Some said, "It might do good;" others said, "No."
_Pilgrim's Progress. Apology for his Book._
The name of the slough was Despond.
_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._
Every fat must stand upon his bottom.[265-4]
_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._
Dark as pitch.[265-5]
_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._
It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is
kept is lighter than vanity.
_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._
The palace Beautiful.
_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._
They came to the Delectable Mountains.
_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._
Some things are of that nature as to make
One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
_Pilgrim's Progress. The Author's Way of sending forth his Second Part of
the Pilgrim._
He that is down needs fear no fall.[266-1]
_Pilgrim's Progress. Part ii._
FOOTNOTES:
[265-4] Every tub must stand upon its bottom.--MACKLIN: _The Man
of the World, act i. sc. 2._
[265-5] RAY: _Proverbs._ GAY: _The Shepherd's Week. Wednesday._
[266-1] See Butler, page 212.
SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE. 1628-1699.
Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp
and esteem of ages through which they have passed.
_Ancient and Modern Learning._
No clap of thunder in a fair frosty day could more astonish the
world than our declaration of war against Holland in 1672.
_Memoirs. Vol. ii. p. 255._
When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and the best,
but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a
little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care
is over.
_Miscellanea. Part ii. Of Poetry._
JOHN TILLOTSON. 1630-1694.
If God were not a necessary Being of himself, he might almost
seem to be made for the use and benefit of men.[266-2]
FOOTNOTES:
[266-2] If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent
him.--VOLTAIRE: _A l' Auteur du Livre des trois Imposteurs, épître
cxl._
WILLIAM STOUGHTON. 1631-1701.
God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over
into this wilderness.[266-3]
_Election Sermon at Boston, April 29, 1669._
FOOTNOTES:
[266-3] God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this
planting.--LONGFELLOW: _Courtship of Miles Standish, iv._
JOHN DRYDEN. 1631-1701.
Above any Greek or Roman name.[267-1]
_Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Line 76._
And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove,
Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.
_Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39._
Whate'er he did was done with so much ease,
In him alone 't was natural to please.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 27._
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.[267-2]
A daring pilot in extremity;
Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high
He sought the storms.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 156._
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.[267-3]
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 163._
And all to leave what with his toil he won
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 169._
Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 174._
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 197._
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,
And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.[267-4]
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 198._
The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme,
The young men's vision, and the old men's dream![268-1]
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 238._
Behold him setting in his western skies,
The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.[268-2]
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 268._
Than a successive title long and dark,
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 301._
Not only hating David, but the king.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 512._
Who think too little, and who talk too much.[268-3]
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 534._
A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.[268-4]
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 545._
So over violent, or over civil,
That every man with him was God or Devil.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 557._
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.[268-5]
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 645._
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 868._
Beware the fury of a patient man.[269-1]
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 1005._
Made still a blund'ring kind of melody;
Spurr'd boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin,[269-2]
Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 413._
For every inch that is not fool is rogue.
_Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 463._
Men met each other with erected look,
The steps were higher that they took;
Friends to congratulate their friends made haste,
And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.
_Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124._
For truth has such a face and such a mien,
As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.[269-3]
_The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 33._
And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
_The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 271._
For those whom God to ruin has design'd,
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.[269-4]
_The Hind and the Panther. Part iii. Line 2387._
But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
_Mac Flecknoe. Line 20._
Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care
To grant, before we can conclude the prayer:
Preventing angels met it half the way,
And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.[269-5]
_Britannia Rediviva. Line 1._
And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.
_Britannia Rediviva. Line 208._
Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
_Epistle to Congreve. Line 19._
Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,
Against your judgment, your departed friend!
_Epistle to Congreve. Line 72._
Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise for cure on exercise depend;
God never made his work for man to mend.
_Epistle to John Dryden of Chesterton. Line 92._
Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
_To the Memory of Mr. Oldham. Line 15._
So softly death succeeded life in her,
She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
_Eleonora. Line 315._
Since heaven's eternal year is thine.
_Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 15._
O gracious God! how far have we
Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy!
_Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 56._
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.[270-1]
_Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 70._
He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.[270-2]
_On the Death of a very young Gentleman._
Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd;
The next, in majesty; in both the last.
The force of Nature could no further go;
To make a third, she join'd the former two.[271-1]
_Under Mr. Milton's Picture._
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.
_A Song for St. Cecilia's Day. Line 11._
None but the brave deserves the fair.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 15._
With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears;
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 37._
Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 54._
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure,--
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 58._
Sooth'd 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.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 66._
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 77._
For pity melts the mind to love.[272-1]
_Alexander's Feast. Line 96._
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble;
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.
If all the world be worth the winning,
Think, oh think it worth enjoying:
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 97._
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 120._
And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 154._
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 160._
He rais'd a mortal to the skies,
She drew an angel down.
_Alexander's Feast. Line 169._
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
_The Secular Masque. Line 40._
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.[272-2]
_Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. Line 758._
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
_The Cock and the Fox. Line 452._
And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd
For one fair female, lost him half the kind.
_Theodore and Honoria. Line 227._
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet.
_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 1._
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 41._
He trudg'd along unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 84._
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes
And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 107._
Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 133._
She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence:
Sex to the last.[273-1]
_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 367._
And raw in fields the rude militia swarms,
Mouths without hands; maintain'd at vast expense,
In peace a charge, in war a weak defence;
Stout once a month they march, a blustering band,
And ever but in times of need at hand.
_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 400._
Of seeming arms to make a short essay,
Then hasten to be drunk,--the business of the day.
_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 407._
Happy who in his verse can gently steer
From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.[273-2]
_The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75._
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 liv'd to-day.[273-3]
_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 65._
Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 71._
I can enjoy her while she 's kind;
But when she dances in the wind,
And shakes the wings and will not stay,
I puff the prostitute away.
_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 81._
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 87._
Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.
_Virgil, Æneid, Line 1._
And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care
Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.[274-1]
_Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97._
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,--
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
_Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book xv. The Worship of Æsculapius, Line 155._
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.[274-2]
_Persius. Satire v. Line 246._
Look round the habitable world: how few
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
_Juvenal. Satire x._
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.[274-3]
_Mariage à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Thespis, the first professor of our art,
At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.
_Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba._
Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
_All for Love. Prologue._
Men are but children of a larger growth.
_All for Love. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.[275-1]
_The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2._
Burn daylight.
_The Maiden Queen. Act ii. Sc. 1._
I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.[275-2]
_The Maiden Queen. Act iii. Sc. 1._
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be;
Within that circle none durst walk but he.
_The Tempest. Prologue._
I am as free as Nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
_The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1._
Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.[275-3]
_The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2._
What precious drops are those
Which silently each other's track pursue,
Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?
_The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;
And they have kept it since by being dead.
_The Conquest of Granada. Epilogue._
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.
_Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1._
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.
To-morrow 's falser than the former day;
Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;[276-1]
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.
_Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1._
'T is not for nothing that we life pursue;
It pays our hopes with something still that 's new.
_Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1._
All delays are dangerous in war.
_Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. 1._
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.
_Tyrannic Love. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Whatever is, is in its causes just.[276-2]
_OEdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1._
His hair just grizzled,
As in a green old age.[276-3]
_OEdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Of no distemper, of no blast he died,
But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,--
Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner.
Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years,
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;
Till like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
_OEdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1._
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty,
Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
_OEdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1._
There is a pleasure sure
In being mad which none but madmen know.[277-1]
_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Lord of humankind.[277-2]
_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Bless the hand that gave the blow.[277-3]
_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Second thoughts, they say, are best.[277-4]
_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2._
He 's a sure card.
_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2._
As sure as a gun.[277-5]
_The Spanish Friar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
_The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2._
This is the porcelain clay of humankind.[277-6]
_Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1._
I have a soul that like an ample shield
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.[277-7]
_Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1._
A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.
_Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1._
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.[277-8]
_Amphitryon. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The true Amphitryon.[277-9]
_Amphitryon. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The spectacles of books.
_Essay on Dramatic Poetry._
FOOTNOTES:
[267-1] Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.--POPE: _epistle i.
book ii. line 26._
[267-2] See Fuller, page 221.
[267-3] No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of
madness.--ARISTOTLE: _Problem, sect. 30._
Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiæ (There is no great
genius without a tincture of madness).--SENECA: _De Tranquillitate
Animi, 15._
What thin partitions sense from thought divide!--POPE: _Essay on
Man, epistle i. line 226._
[267-4]
Greatnesse on Goodnesse loves to slide, not stand,
And leaves, for Fortune's ice, Vertue's ferme land.
KNOLLES: _History_ (under a portrait of Mustapha I.)
[268-1] Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see
visions.--_Joel ii. 28._
[268-2]
Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 661._
[268-3] They always talk who never think.--PRIOR: _Upon a Passage
in the Scaligerana._
[268-4]
Grammaticus, rhetor, geometres, pictor, aliptes,
Augur, schoenobates, medicus, magus, omnia novit
(Grammarian, orator, geometrician; painter, gymnastic teacher,
physician; fortune-teller, rope-dancer, conjurer,--he knew
everything).--JUVENAL: _Satire iii. line 76._
[268-5] A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.--JULIUS HARE:
_Guesses at Truth._
A Christian is the highest style of man.--YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,
night iv. line 788._
[269-1] Furor fit læsa sæpius patientia (An over-taxed patience
gives way to fierce anger).--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 289._
[269-2] See Spenser, page 28.
[269-3]
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen.
POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle ii. line 217._
[269-4] Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat (Whom God wishes to
destroy he first deprives of reason). The author of this saying is
unknown. Barnes erroneously ascribes it to Euripides.
[269-5] And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.--GOLDSMITH:
_The Deserted Village, line 180._
[270-1]
Of manners gentle, of affections mild,
In wit a man, simplicity a child.
POPE: _Epitaph on Gay._
[270-2]
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkl'd, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 600._
[271-1]
Græcia Mæonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem,
Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem
(Greece boasts her Homer, Rome can Virgil claim;
England can either match in Milton's fame).
SELVAGGI: _Ad Joannem Miltonum._
[272-1] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198.
[272-2] This proverb Dryden repeats in _Amphitryon, act i. sc. 2._
See Shakespeare, page 106.
[273-1] And love the offender, yet detest the offence.--POPE:
_Eloisa to Abelard, line 192._
[273-2]
Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère,
Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sévère.
BOILEAU: _L' Art Poétique, chant 1^er._
Formed by thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 379._
[273-3]
Serenely full, the epicure would say,
Fate cannot harm me; I have dined to-day.
SYDNEY SMITH: _Recipe for Salad._
[274-1] Our scanty mutton scrags on Fridays, and rather more
savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted
or rare, on the Tuesdays.--CHARLES LAMB: _Christ's Hospital
five-and-thirty Years Ago._
[274-2] See Burton, page 191.
[274-3] See Davies, page 176.
[275-1] See Burton, page 193.
[275-2] Fat, fair, and forty.--SCOTT: _St. Ronan's Well, chap.
vii._
Mrs. Trench, in a letter, Feb. 18, 1816, writes: "Lord ---- is
going to marry Lady ----, a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing
resident of the Crescent."