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[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.