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July tl, 1662,

God preserve us ! for all these things bode
very ill. Aug, SI, 166t.

But Lord! to see the absurd nature of

Englishmen, that cannot forbear laughing

and jeering at everything that looks strange.

Nov, £8, 166t,

Pretty, witty NeU. [Nell Gwynne.]


But Lord ! what a sad time it is to see no
boats upon the River ; and grass grows all
up and down Whitehall Ck)urt.

Sept, to, 1665.

Whether the fellow do this out of kindness
or knavery, I cannot tell ; but it is pretty to
observe. Oct. 7, 1665.

Strange to say what delight we married
people have to see these poor fools decoyed
mto our condition. Dee, t5, 1665.

A g;ood dinner, and company that pleased
me mightily, being all eminent men m their
way. July 19, 1608,


The world is full of |X)etry— the air
Is living with its spirit ; and the waves
Dauce to the music of its melodies.

PreTalence of Poetry.

THOMAS PERCY. Bishop of Dro-

more (1729-1811).
It was a friar of orders grey

Walked forth to teU lus beads.

The Friar of Ordon Orey.

Weep no more^ lady, weep no more.

Thy sorrow is in vain ;
For violets plucked the sweetest showers

Will ne'er make grow again. Jb,

X Utcunqua a however. (Sw Bacon.)


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U.S. (183S-1900).

The man who makea do mistakes does not
luually make anything.* Bpeeeh.

At Mansion House^ London, Jan, 24, 1889,

AMBROSE PHILIPS (1679 7-1749).
Jtadious of ease and fond of hmnble things.
From Holland.
Softly speak and sweetly smile.

Fragment of Sappho.
The flowers anew retoming seasons bring
Cat beauty faded has no second spring.

Pastoral, i.

.rOHN PHILIPS? (1676-1709).
Hejoice, O Albion ! severed from the world,
Sy Nature's wise indulgence.

Cider. Boole t,

SCappj the man, who, void of cares and

Xn silken or in leathern purse retains

Jk Splendid Shilling. The Splendid BhilUni.

liffy galHgaakins, that haye long withstood
Xne winter's fury, and encroadung frosts,
6j time subdued (what will not time sub-
.An horrid chasm disclosed. Ih,

Bow good it is to live, even at the worst !

ChrUt in Hades. I, lOS,
Tlie red-gold cataract of her streaming hair.
Herod. Act X.
They who grasp the world
The Kingdom, and the power, and the glory,
M^nst pay with deepest misexr of spirit,
Atoning unto Qod for a brief brightness.

As rich and nurposelees as is the rose ;
Thy simple doom is to be beautiful.

Marpessa. l. 51,
Beautiful Faith, surrendering unto Time.

What is the love of men that women seek it?

The fiery funeral of foliage old. kll4.

We cannot chooee ; our faces madden men.
Paolo and Fvanceaca. Act f , 1,

Sing, mmstre^ aing ns now a tender song
Of meeting and parting, with the moon in it.
^ Uljisaa. Act i, 1.

• "Tb» eresteet eeneral Is ha who nukes ths
t^wmtmLSSr-S^ksi'^^^^ ^ Napoleon.
2r«to aSmilo*: "WO Icam wisdom from

What were revel without wine P
What were wine without a song P

Act 3, 9,
A man not old, but mellow, like good wine.

But she who sits enthroned may not prolong
The luxury of tears ; nor may she waste
In lasting widowhood a people's hopes.
So hard is height, so cruel is a crown. iJ,


[Mra.] PIOZZI (Ifrt. Thrale-n^

Salusbvry) (1741-1821).
The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground ;
'Twas therefore said by andent sages

That love of life increased with years,
So much that in our later stages.
When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,

The greatest love of life appears.

The Three Warnings.

To all proportioned terms he must dispense
And make the sound a picture of the sen8e.t
Translation of YIda's Art of Poetry.

When things are small the terms should still

be so.
For low words please us when the theme is

low. lb.

Talks much, and says Just nothing for an

Truth and the text he labours to display,
Till both are quite intexpreted away.

On the Art of Preaching^

WILLIAM PITT, Earl of Chatham


The atrocious crime of being a young man
... I shall neither attempt to palliate nor
deny. Speeches. Sotue of Commons, 1740.

Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an

aged bosom ; youth is the season of credulity.

January 14, 1766.

There is something behind the Throne
greater than the TCing himself.

Souss of Lords, March 9, 1770.

Where law ends, tyranny begins.

January 9, 1770,

If I were an American, as I am an English-
man, while a foreign troop was landed in
my country I never would lay down my

arms, — ^never I never ! never !

November 18, 1777,

t C/. Pope : •* The soupd must seem an echo
to the Bense.**


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WILLIAM PITT (1769-1806).

The remark is just — but then you have
not been under the wand of the magician.
In reference to the eloquence of Fox. J783,

Necessity is the plea for erery infringe-
ment of human freedom. It is the argu-
ment of tyrants ; it is the creed of slaves.
Bpeechee. The India BiU, November 18, J78S,

We have a Calvinistic creed, a Popish
liturgy, and an Arminixui clergy. n90.

my country ! how I leave my country ! •
Lait word!.

WILLIAM PITT (1790T-1840).
A strong nor'-wester's blowing, Bill,

Hark ! don*t ye hear it roar now P
Lord help *em. now I pities them

Unhappy folks on shore now !

The Sailor*! Confession.

EDGAR ALLAN POE (1809-1849).

In the heavens above
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, amid their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of '* mother. '*

To my Mother.

To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Borne.

To Helen.
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

A Dream within a Dream*

A dirge for her, the doubly- dead,

In that she died so young. Lenore.

While I ]9ondered, weak and weary.

Over many a quamt and curious volume of

forgotten lore. The Raven. St. i.

Sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden, whom the
angels name Lenore —

Nameless here for evermore.

Darkness there, and nothing more. St. 4*

Deep into that darkness peering, long I
stood there, wondering, fearing.

Doubting ; dreaming dreuns no mortal ever
dared to dream before. St. 6.

Tib the wind, and nothing more. St, 6.

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil-
prophet still, if bird or devil !

By that heaven that bends above us, — ^by
that God we both adore." St. 16.

• Or " How I love my country." Both forms
are, however, declared to be epociyplisL

"Take thy beak from out my heart, and
take thy form from oflf mv door ! "

Quoth the Baven, "Nevermore.'*
St. 17,
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Bunic rhyme. The Bella.

What a world of happiness their harmony
foretells! lb.

They are neither man nor woman —
They are neither brute nor human,

They are Ghouls ! Ih,

[Rev.] ROBERT POLLOK (179a-

Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy.
The Coarse of Time. Book /, 464.

He laid his hand upon " the Ocean's mane " t
And played fAmiliiLr with hia hoary locks.
£ook 4, 380.
He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the Devil m. Book 8, 616.

With one hand he put
A penny in the urn of poverty.
And with the other tooK a shilling out.

Slander, the foulest whelp of tin.

Book 8, 715.

[Rev.] JOHN POMFRET (1667-1702).

We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe.

And still adore the hand that gives the

blow.t Yeraes to hU Friend. 1.45.

Heaven is not always angry when He strikes.
But most chastises those whom most He
likes. • L 89.

For sure no minutes bring us more content;
Than Uiose in pleasing, u^ul studies spent.
The Choice. 2. St.

As much as I could moderately spend,
A little more sometimes to obhge a friend.
Nor should the sons of poverty repine
Too much at fortune ; they would taste of
mine. /. S5.

Wine whets the wit; improves its native

And gives a pleasant flavour to discourse.

And when committed to the dust I*d have
Few tears, but friendly, dropped into mr
grave. /. 164.

No friend*s so cruel as a reasoning brute.

Cruelty and LoaU /. S74*

And who would run, that's moderately wise,
A certain danger, for a doubtful prixe ?

Love triomphant over Beaaon. /. 85.

t Byron, ** CtaUde Harold," oanto 4, 1S4.
X Sm Dryden, *' BleM the hand,*' ate.


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The 1)081 may dip, and the mott cantionB

Me*s mare than mortal that ne'er erred at
all. Lovtt triumphant over Reftson. /. 145,

Beaaoii's the nfl^tfal empress of the sool

>V hat's an the noisy jargon of the schools
Bat idle nonsense of laborions fools,
Who fetter reason with perplexing rules ?
Beason. /. 57.

Custom^ the world's great idol, we adore.

We Hto and learn, hat not the wiser grow.


JOHN POOLE (1786r-1872).

I hope I don*t intmde. Paul Pry.

ALEXANDER POPE (1688-1744).
Tia hard to wxj if greater want of skill
Appear in writing or in judging ill.

Essay on Criticism. I, 1.

Ten censure wrong for one who writes ami^s.
A fool mi^ht once himself alone ex]>ose,
Now one in Terse makes many more in prose.
Tib with our judgments as our watches,

Oo just alike, yet each helieres his own, 2. 6,

Let such teach others who themselves excel,
And censare freely who have written well.


Some are hewildered in the maze of schools,

And some made coxcomhs nature meant hut

fools. /. fiS.

All fools haTo still an itching to deride,
And fain would be upon the laughing side.

One science only will one genius fit ;
So Tsst \a art, so narrow human wit /. GO.

"Bach might his several province well com-

Wcnld all but stoop to what they under-
stand. /. 6e.

Cavil yon may, hut never criticise. /. 225.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder

An/f match a izTace beyond the reach of art

* /. m.

Those oft are stratagems which errors seem,
A'oris it Homer nodi, but we that ^r^

^^^ehononru with increase of ages grow,
il 2^ ron down, enlargmg as they

^^ unborn jo^ ™«^*y '^^^ »^
^^ 1 J- .rBnlAiid that must not yet be

Piide, the never-failing vice of fools. L 904,

Trust not yourself ; but your defects to know.
Make use of every friend — and every foe.
A little learning is a dangerous thing ,
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring :
There shallow draughts intoxicate the Drain,
And drinking largSy sobers us again.


Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.


Whoever thinks a faultless i)iece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall

In every work regard the writer's end.
Since none can compass more than they

And if the means be just, the conduct true.
Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.


True wit is nature to advantage dressed.
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well

/. 2S7.

Words are like leaves ; and where they most

Much frmt of sense beneath is rarely found.


Such laboured nothings, in so strange a

Amaze the unleam'd, and make the learned

smile. /. 3iP}^.

In words, as fashions, the same rule will

Alike fantastic, if too new, or old :
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

Some to church repair.
Not for the doctrine, but the music there.

/. S4i,

And ten low words oft creep in one dull
line. l.34r.

Where'er you find "the western cooling

In the next line, it ** whispers through the

If crystal streams ** with pleasing murmurs

The reader's threatened (not in vain) with

Then at the last and only couplet fraught
With some unmeaning thing they call a

A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
That like a wounded snake, drags its slow

length along. L 350,

• Psraphi«iied by Johnson, hi his Life of
Cowley: "Wit is that which has been often
thought, but was never before so well expressed."


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Trae ease in writing comes from art, not

As those move easiest who have learned to

lis not enough no harshness gires offencu.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense :
Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows,
And the smooth stream in smoother numbers

But when loud surges lash the sounding

The hoarse, rough Terse should like the

torrent roar :
When Ajax strives some rock's rast weight

to throw,
The line too labours, and the words move

Not BO when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o*er the imbending com, and skims

along the main.

Essay on Gritiolsm. /. S6t.

Avoid extremes ; and shun the fault of such,
Who still are pleased too little or too much«
At everv trifle scorn to take offence.
That always shows great pride, or little
sense. /. 384*

For fools admire, but men of sense approve.

Beeard not then if wit be old or new.
But blame the false, and value still the true.

I. 406.
But let a lord once own the happy lines.
How the art brightens! how the style

Before his sacred name flies everv fault,
And each exalted stanza teems with thought !

Some praise at morning what they blame at

But always think the last opinion right.

And still to-morrow's wiser than to-day.
We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow ;
Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue ;
But, like a shadow, proves the substance
true. /. 466.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.*

I. 525.
All seems infected that the infected spy.
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.


Be silent always when you doubt your
sense. /. 566.

And make each day a critic on the last.


*' Menschlich ist es bloss ztx strafen
Aber gottlich lu verxelhn."— P. vox Wurruu

Blunt truths more mischief than nice false-
hoods do. l S78.

Men must be taught as if yon taught them

And things unknown proposed as things

forgot /. Sf4.

Those best can bear reproof who merit
praise. I. 58$,

The bookful blockhead, ignorantlT read.
With loads of learned lumber in his head.

With him most authors steal their works,

or buy ;
Gkuth <ud not write his own Dispensary.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

/. 6t5.
Led by the light of the M»onian star.

/. 648.
And to be dull was construed to be good.

Content if hence the nnleam'd their wants

The leam'd reflect on what before they
knew. /. 7S9.

What dire offence from amorous causes

What mighty contests rise from trivial

things I

The Rape of the Lock. Canto i, /. 1.

Beware of alL but most beware of man.

And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.

/. 1S4.
On her white breast a sparkling cross she

Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.
Canto f , /. 7.
If to her share some female errors fall.
Look on her face, and you'll forget them aU.

k n.

And beauty draws us with a single hair.f


To change a flounce or add a furbelow.

Here, thou, great Anna ! whom three reahns

Dost sometimes counsel take, and sometimes

tea. Crnito 5, I. 7.

At every word a reputation dies.
Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat.
With singing, laughing) ogling, and all that.

I. 16.

t Said to be in alloslon to the lines in Butler's

" And though it be a two-foot trout,
Tif with a single hair pulled out
But «M Howell : *' One hair of a woman," ete^



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Thfi biiiiffnr Judget non the lentenoe idffn.
And wmaim hMH%y that jniymen may oine.
TIM tapa of tha Look. Canto 3, 1, tl.

Coffee, which makes the jx>liticiaii wise,
And see through all things with his half-
shut eyes. /. 117.

But when to mischief mortals bend their

How soon they find fit instruments of ill !

The meeting points the sacred hair disserer
From the fair head, for erer, and for ever !


Sr Flume^ of amber muff -box justly -vain,
And the moe conduct of a douoed cane.

Canto 4, 1 lis.

Charms strike the fight, but merit wins the
souL Canto 5, /. 34.

Awake, my St. Jdm, leaye all meaner things
To low ambition, and the pride of kings.
Let us (since life can little more supply
Than just to look about us and to die),
Expatiate free o*er all this scene of man ;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.

An Essay on Man. Epittu i, /. 1.

Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield ;
The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore
Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar ;
Eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise ;
Laugh where we must, be oandid where we

But vindicate the ways of Gk>d to man.
Say first, of God above, of man below
What can we reason, but from what we

know? 1.8.

Observe how system into system runs,
What other planets circle other suns.
What variea being peoples every star. /. t5.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of

All but the page prescribed, their present

state. /. 77.

Pleased to the last, he orqps the flowery

And licks the hand just raised to shed his

blood. /. 83.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurled.
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

Hope spiinos eternal in the human breast :
Hao never is, but always to be blest :
The soul« uneasy and confined from home.
Bests and expatiatee in a life to come.
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind

Sees Gk>d in clouds, or hears him in the wind ;
His soul proud sdenoe never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk, or milky way ;
Tet simple nature to his hoi>e has given
Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler
heaven. /. 95.

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Go wiser thou land in thy scale of Reuse
Weigh thy opinion against Providence.

/. lU.
In pride, in reasoning pride our error lies ;
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

The first Almighty Cause
Acts not by partial, but by general laws.

But an subsists by elemental strife.
And passions are the elements of life. /. 169.

Die of a rose in aromatic pain. /. fOO,

The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine !
Feels at each thread and lives along the
line. J! tn.

What thin partitions

from thought

From nature's chain, whatever link you

Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain

alike. /. t45.

AU are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body nature is, and God the soul.


As f uU, as perfect, in vile man that mourns.
As the rapt seraph that adores and bums :
To him no high, no low, no great, no small ;
He fiUs, he bounds, connects, and equals all.

AU nature is but art, unknown to thee ;
AU chance, direction, which thou canst not

AU diiscord, harmony not understood ;
AU partial evU, universal ^ood :
Ana, spite of nride, in emng reason's spite,
One truth is dear, whatever is, is right.

Know then thyself, nresume not Gk>d to scan ;
The proper study of mankind is man.*
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great :
With too much knowledge for the sceptic

With too much weakness for the stoic's

pride. EpUtU t, 1. 1.

• •* La vrale Bcience et le vnd ^tade de rhommo
c'est rhomme.**— PiKRas Gharbox (1641-1603X
"Treatise on Wisdom," Book 1, chap. 1. (In the
first edition of *' Moral Bssavs," the line appeftredi
"The only science of mankind is man.")


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Chaos of thought and passion, all confused ;
Still by himseu abused, or disabused ;
Created half to rise, and half to fall ;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all ;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled :
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world !

An Euay on Man. Epittle t, I, IS.

Instruct the planets in what orbs to run.
Correct old tune, and regulate the sun. /. tl.

What Beason weaves, by Passion is undone.

Two principles in human nature reign ;
Self -loyo to urge, and reason, to restrain :
Nor this a good, nor that a bad, we call ;
Each works its end, to move or govern all.

Fixed like a plant on his peculiar spot.
To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot ;
Or meteor-like, flame lawless through the

Destroying othois, by hLnself destroyed.

/. OS,
Let subtle schoolmen teach these friends to

More studious to divide than to unite. /. 81,

Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood,
Our greatest evil, or our greatest good.

On lifers vast ocean diversely we sail,
Ileason the card, but passion is the gale.

All spread their charms, but charm not all

On different senses different objects strike.

/. 1S7.
And hence one master passion in the breast,
Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.

/. ISl.
The young disease, that must subdue at

Grows with his growth, and strengthens
with his strength. I, 135,

Envy, to which the ignoble mind's a slave.
Is emulation in the leam'd or brave. A 191.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien.
As, to bo hated, needs but to be seen ;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face.
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
But Where's the extreme of vice, was ne'er

Ask Where's the north ? at York, 'tis on the

In Scotland, at the Orcades ; and there.
At Greenland, Zembla, or tiie Lord knows

where. /. »17.

Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.


Whate*er tite passion, knowledge, fame, or

Not one will change his neighbour with

The leam'd is happy nature to explore.
The fool is happy that he knows no more.

/. tei.

Behold the child, bv Nature's kindly law.
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw :
Some livelier plaything gives his youth

A little louder, but as empty quite :
Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper

And beads and prayer-books are the toys of

Pleased with this bauble still, as that be-
Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor pl&y ^


In folly's cup still laughs the bubble joy.


The hour concealed, and so remote the

Death still draws nearer, never seeming

near. EpUtU 5, /. 76.

Whether with reason, or with instinct

Know, all enjoy that power which suits

them best ;
To bliss alike by that direction tend.
And find the means proportioned to their

end. 179.

The state of nature was the reign of God.

Learn of the little nautilus to sail.
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving
gale. /. 177.

In vain th^ reason finer webs shall draw.
Entangle justice in her net of law. /. 191,

The enormous faith of many made for one.

Forced into virtue thus^ by self-defence,
Ev'n kings learned justice and benevolence :
Self-love forsook the path it first pursued,
And f oimd the private in the public good.

More powerful each as needful to the rest.
And in proportion as it blesses, blest A fSi9.

For forms of government let fools contest,

Whate'er is hist administered is heart :

For modes of faith let graceless xealots

His can't be wrong whose life is in the

right I, SOS.

In Faith and Hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's ooncem is Charity. USC7^


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Oh liappuifiM! our being's end and aim !
Good, plea^oie, ease, content, whatever thy

That something still which prompts the

eternal sigfa,
Foot which we bear to Kve, or dare to die.

An Essay on Haa« £pistle 4, I* !•

Fixed to no spot is happiness sincere,
Tis nowhere to be found, or everywhere ;
TIs never to be bought, but always free.

1, 16.
There needs but thinking right, and mean-
ing welL /. St.

Order is Heaven's first law, and this

Some are, and must be, greater than the

rest 1.49.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of

lae in three words, health, peace, and com-

But health consists with temT>erance alone.


But sometimes virtue starves, while vice

is fed.
Wbatthen? Is the reward of virtue bread ?


What nothing earthlv gives, or can destroy.
The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt

joy. /. m.

Honour and shame from no condition rise ;

Act well your part; there all the honour

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