part ii
. chap. lxvi._
RAY: _Proverbs._ THOMAS: _English Prose Romance, page 85._
MRS. GREVILLE.[389-1] _Circa_ 1793.
Nor peace nor ease the heart can know Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning, trembles too.
_A Prayer for Indifference._
FOOTNOTES:
[389-1] The pretty Fanny Macartney.--WALPOLE: _Memoirs._
HORACE WALPOLE. 1717-1797.
Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater,
_Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1742._
The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel.
_Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1770._
A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch.[389-2]
_Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1774._
The whole [Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it.[389-3]
_Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1778._
FOOTNOTES:
[389-2] A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men.
ANONYMOUS.
[389-3] It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding.--SYDNEY SMITH: _Lady Holland's Memoir, vol i. p. 15._
WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756.
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
_Ode to Simplicity._
Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.[389-4]
_Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5._
How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes bless'd!
_Ode written in the year 1746._
By fairy hands their knell is rung;[389-5] By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
_Ode written in the year 1746._
When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung.
_The Passions. Line 1._
Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired.
_The Passions. Line 10._
'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.
_The Passions. Line 28._
In notes by distance made more sweet.[390-1]
_The Passions. Line 60._
In hollow murmurs died away.
_The Passions. Line 68._
O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!
_The Passions. Line 95._
In yonder grave a Druid lies.
_Death of Thomson._
Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part; Nature in him was almost lost in Art.
_To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare._
Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed, Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.
_Dirge in Cymbeline._
FOOTNOTES:
[389-4] See Pope, page 320.
[389-5] _Var._ By hands unseen the knell is rung; By fairy forms their dirge is sung.
[390-1] Sweetest melodies Are those that are by distance made more sweet.
WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk, stanza 2._
JAMES MERRICK. 1720-1769.
Not what we wish, but what we want, Oh, let thy grace supply![390-2]
_Hymn._
Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark.
_The Chameleon._
FOOTNOTES:
[390-2] Mê moi genoith' a boulom' all' a sympherei (Let not that happen which I wish, but that which is right).--MENANDER: _Fragment._
SAMUEL FOOTE. 1720-1777.
He made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson Crusoe!
_The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1._
Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.[391-1]
_The Author. Act ii._
FOOTNOTES:
[391-1] See Congreve, page 294.
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.--BYRON: _A Sketch._
JAMES FORDYCE. 1720-1796.
Henceforth the majesty of God revere; Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.[391-2]
_Answer to a Gentleman who apologized to the Author for Swearing._
FOOTNOTES:
[391-2] Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte (I fear God, dear Abner, and I have no other fear).--RACINE: _Athalie, act i. sc. 1_ (1639-1699).
From Piety, whose soul sincere Fears God, and knows no other fear.
W. SMYTH: _Ode for the Installation of the Duke of Gloucester as Chancellor of Cambridge._
MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770.
Such and so various are the tastes of men.
_Pleasures of the Imagination.