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.

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