_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
That is as well said as if I had said it myself.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
You must take the will for the deed.[292-4]
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
Fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
She has more goodness in her little finger than he has in his
whole body.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
They say a carpenter 's known by his chips.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and
Doctor Merryman.[293-1]
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
I 'll give you leave to call me anything, if you don't call me
"spade."
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
May you live all the days of your life.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
I have fed like a farmer: I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
I always like to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have
the prayers of the Church to preserve all that travel by land or
by water.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats
and dogs.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
I thought you and he were hand-in-glove.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._
'T is happy for him that his father was before him.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
There is none so blind as they that won't see.[293-2]
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
She pays him in his own coin.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
There was all the world and his wife.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
Sharp 's the word with her.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
There 's two words to that bargain.
_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._
I shall be like that tree,--I shall die at the top.
_Scott's Life of Swift._[294-1]
FOOTNOTES:
[289-3] As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps
parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in
the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy
deserts full of wild beasts and unapproachable bogs.--PLUTARCH:
_Theseus._
[290-1]
Great fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite 'em,
And little fleas have lesser fleas, and so _ad infinitum_.
And the great fleas themselves, in turn, have greater fleas to go on;
While these again have greater still, and greater still, and so on.
DE MORGAN: _A Budget of Paradoxes, p. 377._
[290-2] ROWLAND: _Knave of Hearts_ (1612). RAY: _Proverbs._ TOM
BROWN: _Amusement, viii._
[290-3] As the political parties of Whig and Tory are pointed out
by the high and low heels of the Lilliputians (Framecksan and
Hamecksan), those of Papist and Protestant are designated under
the Big-endians and Small-endians.
[291-1] In Sebastian Munster's "Cosmography" there is a cut of a
ship to which a whale was coming too close for her safety, and of
the sailors throwing a tub to the whale, evidently to play with.
This practice is also mentioned in an old prose translation of the
"Ship of Fools."--Sir JAMES MACKINTOSH: _Appendix to the Life of
Sir Thomas More._
[291-2] See Mathew Henry, page 283.
[291-3] Till they be bobbed on the tails after the manner of
sparrows.--RABELAIS: _book ii. chap. xiv._
[291-4] RAY: _Proverbs._ MALLET: _Tyburn._
[292-1] See Heywood, page 16.
[292-2] See Heywood, page 13.
[292-3] You lie--under a mistake.--SHELLEY: _Magico Prodigioso,
scene 1_ (a translation of Calderon).
[292-4] The will for deed I doe accept.--DU BARTAS: _Divine Weeks
and Works, third day, week ii. part 2._
The will for the deed.--CIBBER: _The Rival Fools, act iii._
[293-1]
Use three physicians
Still: first, Dr. Quiet;
Next, Dr. Merryman,
And Dr. Dyet.
_Regimen Sanitatis Salernitanum_ (edition 1607).
[293-2] See Mathew Henry, page 283.
[294-1] When the poem of "Cadenus and Vanessa" was the general
topic of conversation, some one said, "Surely that Vanessa must be
an extraordinary woman that could inspire the Dean to write so
finely upon her." Mrs. Johnson smiled, and answered that "she
thought that point not quite so clear; for it was well known the
Dean could write finely upon a broomstick."--JOHNSON: _Life of
Swift._
WILLIAM CONGREVE. 1670-1729.
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
_The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1._
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
_The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1._
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.[294-2]
_The Mourning Bride. Act iii. Sc. 8._
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
_The Mourning Bride. Act v. Sc. 12._
If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see
That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.
_The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12._
Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the
first magnitude.
_Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5._
I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a
cellar.[294-3]
_Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
_The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure;
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.[295-1]
_The Old Bachelor. Act v. Sc. 1._
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.[295-2]
_Letter to Cobham._
FOOTNOTES:
[294-2] We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a
disappointed woman.--CIBBER: _Love's Last Shift, act iv._
[294-3] Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.--FOOTE: _The
Author, act 2._
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.--BYRON: _A Sketch._
[295-1] See Shakespeare, page 72.
[295-2] Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer.--YOUNG: _Night
Thoughts, night i. line 390._
SAMUEL GARTH.[295-3] 1670-1719.
To die is landing on some silent shore
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.
_The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225._
I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.[295-4]
_Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20_ (translated by Tate and Stonestreet,
edited by Garth).
For all their luxury was doing good.[295-5]
_Claremont. Line 149._
FOOTNOTES:
[295-3]
Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy;
Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.
CHRISTOPHER CODRINGTON: _Lines addressed to Garth on his
Dispensary._
[295-4] I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst
pursue.--PETRARCH: _Sonnet ccxxv. canzone xxi. To Laura in Life._
See Shakespeare, page 60.
[295-5] And learn the luxury of doing good.--GOLDSMITH: _The
Traveller, line 22._ CRABBE: _Tales of the Hall, book iii._
GRAVES: _The Epicure._
COLLEY CIBBER. 1671-1757.
So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love,
And thus the soldier arm'd with resolution
Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act ii. Sc. 1._
Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iii. Sc. 1._
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.[296-1]
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iii. Sc. 1._
I 've lately had two spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes.
Now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me,
Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes:
I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iv. Sc. 3._
Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iv. Sc. 3._
And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay
Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._
With clink of hammers closing rivets up.[296-2]
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._
Perish that thought! No, never be it said
That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard.
Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain!
Conscience, avaunt! Richard 's himself again!
Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away!
My soul 's in arms, and eager for the fray.
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._
A weak invention of the enemy.[296-3]
_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._
As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.
_Love's Last Shift. Act ii._
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a
disappointed woman,--scorned, slighted, dismissed without a
parting pang.[296-4]
_Love's Last Shift. Act iv._
Old houses mended,
Cost little less than new before they 're ended.
_Prologue to the Double Gallant._
Possession is eleven points in the law.
_Woman's Wit. Act i._
Words are but empty thanks.
_Woman's Wit. Act v._
This business will never hold water.
_She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not. Act iv._
Losers must have leave to speak.
_The Rival Fools. Act i._
Stolen sweets are best.
_The Rival Fools. Act i._
The will for the deed.[297-1]
_The Rival Fools. Act iii._
Within one of her.
_The Rival Fools. Act v._
I don't see it.
_The Careless Husband. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks,
And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.[297-2]
FOOTNOTES:
[296-1] See Sir Thomas Browne, page 219.
[296-2] See Shakespeare, page 92.
[296-3] See Shakespeare, page 98.
[296-4] See Congreve, page 294.
[297-1] See Swift, page 292.
[297-2] A parody on Pope's lines:--
Graced as thou art with all the power of words,
So known, so honoured at the House of Lords.
SIR RICHARD STEELE. 1671-1729.
Though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to
behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; to love her
was a liberal education.[297-3]
_Tatler. No. 49._
Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously
virtuous.
_Spectator. No. 266._
FOOTNOTES:
[297-3] Lady Elizabeth Hastings.
JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672-1719.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato and of Rome.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 1._
Thy steady temper, Portius,
Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cæsar,
In the calm lights of mild philosophy.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 1._
'T is not in mortals to command success,
But we 'll do more, Sempronius,--we 'll deserve it.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 2._
Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._
'T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul;
I think the Romans call it stoicism.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._
Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget
The pale, unripened beauties of the north.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex.
_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._
My voice is still for war.
Gods! can a Roman senate long debate
Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?
_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us!
_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._
A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The woman that deliberates is lost.
_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country.
_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._
What a pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country!
_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._
When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
The post of honour is a private station.[298-1]
_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._
It must be so,--Plato, thou reasonest well!
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread and inward horror
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'T is the divinity that stirs within us;
'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
_Cato. Act v. Sc. 1._
I 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em.
Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me:
This in a moment brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,[299-1]
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
_Cato. Act v. Sc. 1._
Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.
_Cato. Act v. Sc. 4._
From hence, let fierce contending nations know
What dire effects from civil discord flow.
_Cato. Act v. Sc. 4._
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,
Poetic fields encompass me around,
And still I seem to tread on classic ground.[299-2]
_A Letter from Italy._
Unbounded courage and compassion join'd,
Tempering each other in the victor's mind,
Alternately proclaim him good and great,
And make the hero and the man complete.
_The Campaign. Line 219._
And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[299-3]
_The Campaign. Line 291._
And those that paint them truest praise them most.[300-1]
_The Campaign. Last line._
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
_Ode._
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 turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
_Ode._
For ever singing as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.
_Ode._
Should the whole frame of Nature round him break,
In ruin and confusion hurled,
He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack,
And stand secure amidst a falling world.
_Horace. Ode iii. Book iii._
In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow,
Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,
Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee,
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.[300-2]
_Spectator. No. 68._
Much may be said on both sides.[300-3]
_Spectator. No. 122._
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye.
_Spectator. No. 444._
Round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes.
_Prologue to The Drummer._
FOOTNOTES:
[298-1]
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation!
Title and profit I resign;
The post of honour shall be mine.
GAY: _Fables, Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds._
[299-1] Smiling always with a never fading serenity of
countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.--ISAAC BARROW
(1630-1677): _Duty of Thanksgiving, Works, vol. i. p. 66._
[299-2] Malone states that this was the first time the phrase
"classic ground," since so common, was ever used.
[299-3] This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found
in the "Dunciad," book iii. line 264.
[300-1] He best can paint them who shall feel them most.--POPE:
_Eloisa to Abelard, last line._
[300-2] A translation of Martial, xii. 47, who imitated Ovid,
Amores iii. 11, 39.
[300-3] Much may be said on both sides.--FIELDING: _The Covent
Garden Tragedy, act i. sc. 8._
NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718.
As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,
And none could be unhappy but the great.[301-1]
_The Fair Penitent. Prologue._
At length the morn and cold indifference came.[301-2]
_The Fair Penitent. Act i. Sc. 1._
Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
_The Fair Penitent. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario?
_The Fair Penitent. Act v. Sc. i._
FOOTNOTES:
[301-1] None think the great unhappy, but the great.--YOUNG: _The
Love of Fame, satire 1, line 238._
[301-2] But with the morning cool reflection came.--SCOTT:
_Chronicles of the Canongate, chap. iv._
Scott also quotes it in his notes to "The Monastery," chap. iii.
note 11; and with "calm" substituted for "cool" in "The
Antiquary," chap. v.; and with "repentance" for "reflection" in
"Rob Roy," chap. xii.
ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748.
Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me?
_Divine Songs. Song iv._
A flower, when offered in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.
_Divine Songs. Song xii._
And he that does one fault at first
And lies to hide it, makes it two.[301-3]
_Divine Songs. Song xv._
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 't is their nature too.
_Divine Songs. Song xvi._
But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.
_Divine Songs. Song xvi._
Birds in their little nests agree;
And 't is a shameful sight
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
_Divine Songs. Song xvii._
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
_Divine Songs. Song xx._
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
_Divine Songs. Song xx._
In books, or work, or healthful play.
_Divine Songs. Song xx._
I have been there, and still would go;
'T is like a little heaven below.
_Divine Songs. Song xxviii._
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber!
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
_A Cradle Hymn._
'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."
_The Sluggard._
Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high.
_Psalm v._
From all who dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.
_Psalm cxvii._
Fly, like a youthful hart or roe,
Over the hills where spices grow.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79._
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 88._
Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long!
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19._
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63._
The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63._
When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I 'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 65._
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 66._
So, when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side by turns;
And 't is a poor relief we gain
To change the place, but keep the pain.
_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 146._
Were I so tall to reach the pole,
Or grasp the ocean with my span,
I must be measured by my soul:
The mind 's the standard of the man.[303-1]
_Horæ Lyricæ. Book ii. False Greatness._
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
_Doxology._
FOOTNOTES:
[301-3] See Herbert, page 205.
[303-1] I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is
the proper judge of the man.--SENECA: _On a Happy Life_
(L'Estrange's Abstract), _chap. i._
It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our
immortal soul.--OVID: _Metamorphoses, xiii._
SIR ROBERT WALPOLE. 1676-1745.
The balance of power.
_Speech, 1741._
Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views
of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended
patriots, of whom he said, "All those men have their
price."[304-1]
COXE: _Memoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. p. 369._
Anything but history, for history must be false.
_Walpoliana. No. 141._
The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future
favours.[304-2]
FOOTNOTES:
[304-1] "All men have their price" is commonly ascribed to
Walpole.
[304-2] Hazlitt, in his "Wit and Humour," says, "This is Walpole's
phrase."
The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving
greater benefits.--ROCHEFOUCAULD: _Maxim 298._
VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE. 1678-1751.
I have read somewhere or other,--in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I
think,--that history is philosophy teaching by examples.[304-3]
_On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2._
The dignity of history.[304-4]
_On the Study and Use of History. Letter v._
It is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real
and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows
Nature and Nature's God; that is, he follows God in his works and
in his word.[304-5]
_Letter to Mr. Pope._
FOOTNOTES:
[304-3] Dionysius of Halicarnassus (quoting Thucydides), Ars Rhet.
xi. 2, says: "The contact with manners then is education; and this
Thucydides appears to assert when he says history is philosophy
learned from examples."
[304-4] HENRY FIELDING: _Tom Jones, book xi. chap. ii._ HORACE
WALPOLE: _Advertisement to Letter to Sir Horace Mann._ MACAULAY:
_History of England, vol. i. chap. i._
[304-5]
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 331._
GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678-1707.
_Cos._ Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour?
_Kite._ Oh, a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed
at Ware: ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never
feel one another.
_The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1._
I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly.
_The Beaux' Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 1._
'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.[305-1]
_The Beaux' Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Necessity, the mother of invention.[305-2]
_The Twin Rivals. Act i._
FOOTNOTES:
[305-1] Leaving his country for his country's sake.--FITZ-GEFFREY:
_The Life and Death of Sir Francis Drake, stanza 213_ (1596).
True patriots all; for, be it understood,
We left our country for our country's good.
GEORGE BARRINGTON: _Prologue written for the opening of the
Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796. New South Wales, p.
152._
[305-2] Art imitates Nature, and necessity is the mother of
invention.--RICHARD FRANCK: _Northern Memoirs_ (written in 1658,
printed in 1694).
Necessity is the mother of invention.--WYCHERLEY: _Love in a Wood,
act iii. sc. 3_ (1672).
Magister artis ingenique largitor
Venter
(Hunger is the teacher of the arts and the bestower of invention).
PERSIUS: _Prolog. line 10._
THOMAS PARNELL. 1679-1717.
Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
But still be a woman to you.
_When thy Beauty appears._
Remote from man, with God he passed the days;
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
_The Hermit. Line 5._
We call it only pretty Fanny's way.
_An Elegy to an Old Beauty._
Let those love now who never loved before;
Let those who always loved, now love the more.
_Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris._[306-1]
FOOTNOTES:
[306-1] Written in the time of Julius Cæsar, and by some ascribed
to Catullus:
Cras amet qui numquam amavit;
Quique amavit, cras amet
(Let him love to-morrow who never loved before; and he as well who
has loved, let him love to-morrow).
BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733.
True as the needle to the pole,
Or as the dial to the sun.[306-2]
_Song._
FOOTNOTES:
[306-2] See Butler, page 215.
EDWARD YOUNG. 1684-1765.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 1._
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 18._
Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse
Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,--
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 23._
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
But from its loss.
_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 55._
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.
_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 67._
To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 154._