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. 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._
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 212._
Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.[306-3]
_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 390._
Procrastination is the thief of time.
_Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 393._
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 417._
All men think all men mortal but themselves.
_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 424._
He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 24._
And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 51._
Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 90._
"I 've lost a day!"--the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.[307-1]
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 99._
Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 112._
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 180._
Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens.
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 292._
Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 334._
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 376._
Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 466._
How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 602._
The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 633._
A death-bed 's a detector of the heart.
_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 641._
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.[308-1]
_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 63._
Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!
_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 81._
Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.[308-2]
_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 104._
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself That hideous sight,--a naked human heart.
_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 226._
The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm.
_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 10._
Man makes a death which Nature never made.
_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 15._
And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 17._
Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.
_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 71._
Man wants but little, nor that little long.[308-3]
_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 118._
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 233._
'T is impious in a good man to be sad.
_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 676._
A Christian is the highest style of man.[308-4]
_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 788._
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 843._
By night an atheist half believes a God.
_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 177._
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven.[308-5]
_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 600._
We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 627._
Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.[309-1]
_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 661._
While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun.[309-2]
_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 717._
That life is long which answers life's great end.
_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 773._
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 775._
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.[309-3]
_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 1011._
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.
_Night Thoughts. Night vi. Line 309._
And all may do what has by man been done.
_Night Thoughts. Night vi. Line 606._
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
_Night Thoughts. Night vii. Line 496._
Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.
_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 215._
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 721._
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 793._
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 1045._
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.[309-4]
_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 167._
'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,-- Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.
_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 644._
An undevout astronomer is mad.
_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 771._
The course of Nature is the art of God.[310-1]
_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 1267._
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 51._
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 89._
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 145._
They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Produce their debt instead of their discharge.
_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 147._
None think the great unhappy but the great.[310-2]
_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 238._
Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 83._
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 165._
Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.[310-3]
_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 207._
Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 282._
And waste their music on the savage race.[311-1]
_Love of Fame. Satire v. Line 228._
For her own breakfast she 'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem.
_Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 190._
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
_Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 208._
One to destroy is murder by the law, And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
_Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 55._
How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
_Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97._
The man that makes a character makes foes.
_To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28._
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.
_To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 277._
Accept a miracle instead of wit,-- See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
_Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield._
Time elaborately thrown away.
_The Last Day. Book i ._
There buds the promise of celestial worth.
_The Last Day.