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And all who heard it, ma4e enlargements
too. /. 470,

Nor fame I slight, nor for her favours call ;
She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.

/. 6 IS.

Drive from my hreast that wretched lust of

Unblemished let me live, or die unknown ;
Oh grant an honest fame, or grant me none !

/. 622,

All other goods by Fortune's hand are

A wife is the peculiar gift of heaven.

January and May. /. 61,

Sir, I have lived a courtier all my days,
And studied men, their manners, and their

And nave observed this useful maxim still.
To let my betters always have their will.

/. 156.

For women, when they list, can cry. /. 786,

There swims no goose so grey but soon or

She finds some honest gander for her mate.
The Wife of Bath. /. 98,

The mouse that always trusts to one poor

Can never be a mouse of any soul.

Frohgue, I, 298,

Love seldom haunts the breast where leam-

And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise. /. S69,

None judge so wrong as those who think
amiss. I HIO,

And impotent desire to live alone,

That scorns the dull reversion of a throne ;

Each would the sweets of sovereign rule

While discord waits upon divided power.

BtaUoiofThebais. £ook 1, 1,180,

'Tis fixed ; the irrevocable doom of Jove ;
No force can bend me, no persuasion move.

And conscious virtue, still its own reward.


In her soft breast consenting passions move.

And the warm maid oonieseed a mutual

love. Yertnmnoi and Pomona. /. 122,

There died my father, no man's debtor,
And there 1*11 die, nor worse nor better.

Imitations of Horace. Book i, Ep, 7
(Jmit. in manner of Swift) ^ I, 79,

I've often wished that I had dear
For life, six hundred poxmds a ^rear,
A handsome house to lodge a fnend,
A river at my garden's end,
A terrace- wall^ and half a rood
Of land, set out to plant a wood.

Book f, Sat, 6 {ImU, Swift), 1 1.

Each willing to be pleased, and please.
And even the very dogs at ease. 1, 139.

Give me again my hollow tree,

A crust of Dread and liberty ! /. 220.

Such were the notes thy once loved poet

Till death untimely stopped his tuneful

Oh just beheld, and lost ! admired and

With softest manners, gentlest arts adorned !
EpisUea. To Robt. Earl of Oxford. 1, 1.

Glorious only in thy fall. /. 20.

A soul as full of worth, as void of pride.

To JamM Craggy. 1. 1

Though not too strictly bound to time and

To Mrt. Blount icitk Voiiwf^t Workt. 1 28.

Whose laughs are hearty, though his jests

are coarse.
And loves you best of all things — but his

horse. To Mrt. Blount on h^r Uavino

tk6 Town. I, 29.

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might

Or gave his father grief, but when he died.
On the Hon, Simon ffar^ourt.

Here rests a woman, good without pretence,
Blest with plain reason, and with sober sense;
No conquests she. but o*er herself, desired.
No arts essayed, but not to be admired.
Passion and pride were to her soul unknown.
Convinced that virtue only is our own.
So unaffected, so composed a mind ;
So firm, yet soft ; so strong, yet so refined ;
Heaven, as its purest gold, bv tortures tried !
The saint sustamed it, but the woman died.
On Mrs, Corbet,

Just of thy word, in every thought sincere.
Who knew no wish but whsi the world
might hear. On tke Eon. R. Digby.

Of manners gentle, of affections mild ;
In wit, a man ; simplicity, a child.

On Mr. Oay.

Formed to delight at once and lash the age.

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in night ;
God said, *'Let Newton be ! " and all was
light. On Sir I. Newton.


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Ye*—" Save my ooimtry, Heaven "—he

■aid, and died.

Epiatlaa. Oh Dr. AtUrbury,
In hia own palaoe forced to ask his bread,
Scorned by those ilaTes his former bounties

fed. HiscaUaneoni. Argus,

Strange ! all this difference should be
Twixt tireedle-dum and tweedle-dee !*

Epigram on the Feuds between

Handel and Bononcini,

Yon beat yonr pate, and fancy wit will

Knock as yon please, there's nobody at
home. Epigram.

Fame is at best an unperf orming cheat ;
But tis substantial happiness to eat.

Prologue f Durffy*8 Last Flay.

Oh ! why did he write poetry,

That hereto was so avil ;
And sell his soul for Tanit^.
To rh jming and the devil ?

Sandg's Ohost,
What is prudery P Tis a beldam,
Seen with wit and beauty seldom.

Answer to Mrs, Howe,

When an the world conspires to praise her,
The woman's deaf, and aocs not near.

On a Certain Lady at Court,

Who dare to love their country and be poor.
On his Grotto at Twickenham,

I am his Highnesses dog at Kew ;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you ?

I find, by all yon have been telling,
That 'tis a house, but not a dwellmg.

On the Ihike of Marlborough^ s House,

Too dun for laughter, for reply too mad.

Smith's no name at aU.

Epitaph on James Moore- Smyihe,

Those write because all write, and so have

Excuse for writing, and for writing iU.

Satires of Donne, No. t.

••There, take," says Justice, "take you

We thrive at Westminster on fools like you.
Twas a M oyster— live m peace— Adieu ! "
Verbatim from Eoileau,

One half wiD never be believed,
The other never read.

Epigram, Long Epitaphs,

Tain was th« chieTs, the sage's pride.
They had no poc4; and they dieol

TnoM. of Hormea. Ode 9, Book 4.

• iBcIoded iB Toptfn works, 5«t jet John By-

fOED, p. 61.

AchiUes' wrath, to Greece the direful spring

Of woes unniunbered, heavenly goddess,

sing! Homer*s<« Iliad.*' Book 1,1.1,

The distant Trojans never injured me.

I, too.

To avenge a private, not a public wrong.

He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows.
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod.
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.


Beware, for dreadful is the wrath of kings.

Book f , /. iS4.

That worst of tyrants, an usurping crowd.

Spleen to mankind his envious heart

And much he hated aU, but most the best.


Great in the council, glorious in the field.


She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.

Book 5, X t08,

A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault
Book 5, /. 16,

For what so dreadful as celestial hate !

Not two strong men the enormous weight

could raise;
Such men as live in these degenerate days.
I. S71 ; and Book Ig, L 6S9.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is

Now green in youth, now withering on the

Another race the foUowing spring supplies,
They faU successive, and successive nse.

Book 6, 1. 181,

A long, forlorn, uncomfortable way. /. f^.

The first in danger, as the first in fame.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs

And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Book 7, /. 364.
The sapped foundations by thy force shall

And, 'whelmed beneath thy waves, drop

the huge waU.
Vast drills of laud shaU change the former

The ruin vanished, and the name no more.

/. 5Si.
CurSed is the man, and void of law and right,
Unworthy property, unworthy light.
Unfit for pubhc rule, or private care ;
That wretch, that monster, who delights in

war. Book 9, 1. 87.


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PlutOf the gtiBlj god, who never spares,
Who feels no mercy, and who hears no
prayers. Homer's «< Uiad.*' /. t09.

Who dares think one thing, and another

My heart detests him as the gates of hell.

/. 41t
DeoeiTed for onoe, I tmst not kings again.

A cruel heart ill suits a manly mind. /. 619,

Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfined.
Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o*er

While prayers, to heal her wrongs, move

slow behmd. /. 6i7,

A generous friendship no cold mediimi

Bums with one love, with one resentment

glows. /. 7t5,

The gods that unrelenting breast have

And cursed thee with a mind that cannot

yield. /. 749.

By mutual confidence and mutual aid
Groat deeds are done, and great discoveries
made. £ook 10, l. £65,

The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to
fame. £ook 11, L 394-

Oppressed by multitudes, the best may fall.

To speak his thought is every freeman's

In peace, and war, in council and in fight.
Book It, 1. 149,

Resolved to perish in his country's cause.

Book IS, I, 634,

The old, yet still successful, cheat of love.

Book 14, 1. 188,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.


A noble mind disdains not to repent.

Book 15, I H7,
Unruly murmurs, or ill-timed applause
ook 19, I. 86,

Who dies in youth, and vigour, dies the

Struck through with wounds, all honest on

the breast. Book ft, 1 100,

Long exercised in woes.

Homer*B *< Odysse j.»* Book 1^ L t.

Wandering from clime to clime, observant

Their manners noted, and their states
surveyed. /, 6.

Wrong the best speaker or thejustest cause.
Bi '

With iweet, reluctant, amoroui delay.*

And Follies are miscalled the crimes of Fate.

Light is the dance, and doubly sweet the

When, for the dear deUght, another pays.

/. t05.
Ye deedless boasters ! I, 470,

And what he greatly thought, he nobly
dared. Book t, L Sit

Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires, and most their sires
disgrace. /. 515,

The narrative old man. Book 3, I, 80,

Unwept, unnoted, and for ever dead.

Book 5, L 401.

Even from the chief, who men and nations

The unwonted scene surprise and rapture

drew. Book 7, /. DS,

For Fate has wove the thread of life with

And twins, ev*n from the birth, are miserv

and man. k t6S,

Hunger is insolent, and will be fed. /. 380,
Man's of a jealous and mistaking kind.

He speaks reserv'dly, but he speaks with

Nor can one word be changed but for a

worse. Book 8, /. 191,

Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face :
Beauty uncnaste is beauty in disgrace.

No more was seen the human form divine, f

Book 10, 1, ns.

Out-fly the nimble safl, and leave the lagging
wind. Book 11, L 74,

The tribute of a tear is all I crave.
And the possession of a peaceful grave.

In beauty's cause illustriously he fails.


He ceased : but left so charming on their ear

His voice, that listening still they seemed to

hear. /. 414,

O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind
Is bent, all hell oontains no fouler fiend.

Aghast I stood, a monument of woe.

Book It, I, SIL

* This line is often repeated in the other books
of the OdTBsey.

f C/, Milton, **QiiinA9 flkce dijlne,*' book 9,


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And wbat so tedious mm a twice-told tale ? *
Homar'B ''Odyuey." 1.6H.

Kow did the rosj-fingered mom arise,
And shed her sacred Hght along the skies.
Sock 13, /. il.

Far from gaj cities, and the ways of men.
Book U, I. 410.

Lost in the children of the present spouse,
Thej slight the pledges of the former vows.
Book 15, I. 25.

Who loTe too mnch, hate in the like extreme.


True friendship's laws are by this rule

TV elcome the coming, speed the parting guest.


Here let us feast, and to the feast be joined
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.

One rogue is usher to another stiU.

Book 17, 1 151.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth
away. /. S9t.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned

to glow
For others' good, and melt at others' woe.
Book 18, I. £79.

Stranger ! may fate a milder aspect show,
And spin thy future with a whiter clue !

Book 20, 1, f p.

Far from the sweet society of men.

Book 21, L 394.
Dogs, ye have had your day.

Book 22, 1 41.
Or fight or fly.
This choice ia left ye, to resist or die. /. 79.

Falsehood is foUv, and 'tis just to own
The fault commftted. /. 168.

Oh, evFry sacred name in one — my friend !

/. 226.
Thpn heaven decrees in peace to end my

And steal myself from life by slow decays.
Book 23, I 298.

Ye gods ! annihilate but space and time,
And make two lovers happy.

The Art of Sinking In Poetry. Chap. 9.
Quoted M '^Anon:^

And thou Dathonsy, the great God of War,
lieutenant-Colonel to the Earl of Mar. lb.

He leems to hare known the world by
intuition, to have looked through nature at
one gianoe.

Preteee to the Works of Shakespeare.

• O: Shakespeare. " King John," Act 8, Sc 4.

The dull duty of an editor. Ih»

The three chief qualifications of a party
writer are to stick at nothing, to delignt in
flinging dirt, and to slander in the du-k by
guess. Letter.

Party is the madness of many for the gain
of a few. Thoughts on Yarions Subjects.

I never knew any man in my life who
could not bear another's misfortunes per-
fectly like a Christian. lb.


&fay I govern my passion with an absolute

And grow wiser and better, as my strength

wears away,
Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.
The Old Man's WUh. St. 1.

RICHARD PORSON (1769-1808).
When Dido found iEneas would not come.
She mourned in silence, and was Dido dumb.
Faoetia. Cantab.

I went to Frankfort, and got drunk
With that most leam'd professor, Brunck ;
I went to Worms, and got more drunken
With that more leam'd professor, Ruhncken.


HENRY PORTER (fl. 1696-1699).

Plain dealing is a jewel, and he that useth
it shall die a beggar.

The Two Anlry Women of Ablngton.

of Chester and of London (1731-

One murder made a villain,

Millions a hero. Princes were privileged

To kill, aud numbers sanctified the crime.

Death. I. 154-

War its thousands slays; Peace, its ten
thousands. /. 178.

Teach him how to live.
And. oh ! still harder lesson, how to die.

/. 316.

PRAED (1802-1839).
One meek heart prays, God's love is there.
The Legend of the Drachenfels.

The glory and the glow
Of the world's loveliness have passed away ;
And Fate hath little to inflict, to-day,

And nothing to bestow I Stanzas.

Twelve years ago I was a boy,
A happy boy, at Drury's.

School and Schoolfellows. St. L


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Some lie beneath the chnrchTard itone,
And some before the Speaker.

Bohool and BchoolfUlowik SL S.

Forffotten - -like a maiden roeech,
Wnich all men praise, but none remember.
To a Lady. St. 6.
I remember, I remember

Hoiw my childhood fleeted by,
Hie mirth of its December,
And the warmth of its July.

I remember how my childhood fleeted.

There is no pleasnre like the pain
Of being loTed, and loving.

Legend of the Haunted Tree.

LiTed she P— in sooth 'twere hard to tell,
Sleep oomiterf eited death so welL

The Bridal of Belmont.

Oh ! when a cheek is to be dried.
All pharmacy is folly ;

There's nothing like a rattling ride
For coring melancholy ! The Troubadour.

His talk was like a stream which nins
With rapid chan^ from rocks to roses ;

It slipped from poUtics to puns :
It passed from Mahomet to Moses.

TheYicar. St. 5.

And when religious sects ran mad,
He held, in spite of all their learning.

That if a man's belief is bad.
It will not be improved by burning.

Some jealousy of someone's heir.
Some hopes of dying broken-hearted,

A miniature, a lock of hair.
The usual vows — and then we parted.

The Belle of the BaU. St. li.

Our parting^ was all sob and sigh—
Our meetmg was all mirth and laughter.

St. IS.

P. PRINCE (I9tli Century).

Tor the good that man achiereth, —
Qood beyond an angel's doubt,—

Such remams for aye and ever,
And can not be blotted out.

The Two Angels.

IfATTHEW PRIOR (1664-1721).
With the fond maids in palmiitry he deals ;
They tell the secret first which he reveals.
Henry and Bmma. /. 134.

Better not do the deed than weep it done.

/. SIS.
That air and harmony of shape express,
Pine by degrees, and beautifully less. /. 4^1.

For when one's proofs are aptly chosen,
Four are as valia as a dozen.

Canto i, /. 514.

He's half absolved, who has confessed.

Canto f , /. ft

For story and experience tell us.

That man grows old and woman Jealous ;

Both would their little ends secure ;

He sighs for freedom, she for power. L 65.

And 'tis remarkable, that they

Talk most who have the least to say. /. S45.

Till their own dreams at length deceive

And, oft repeating, they believe 'em.

Canto 5, /. 13.

Salad, and eggs, and lighter fare,
Tune the Itii^ai spark's guitar ;
And, if I take Dan Gouffreve right,
Pudding and beef make iBritons fight.

Similes are like songs in love :
They much describe ; they nothing prove.

And trifles I alike pursue.
Because they're old, because they're new.

I. see.

To be gnaij be wise :
Content of spirit must from science flow,
For 'tis a godlike attribute to know.

Solomon. Book i, /. 4^,

Human science is uncertain guess. /. 740*

What takes our heart must merit oui
esteem. Book f , /. 101.

And if thou wouldst be happy, learn to
please. /. £66.

Abra was ready ere I called her name ;
And, though I called another, Abra came.


The apples she had gathered smelt most

The cakes she kneaded was the savoury

But fruits their odour lost, and meats their

If eentle Abra had not decked the feast ;
Dishonoured did the sparkling goblet stand,
Unless received from gentle Aim's hand.


For hope is but the dream of those that
wake.^ Book S, I. lOt.

Who breathes must suffer ; and who thinks,

must mourn ;
And he alone is blessed, who ne*er was

bom. /. SS9.

What is a King? A man condemned to

' bear

The public burden of a nation's care. L 270,

• Quintilian has the following: •'Olia animorum
et spea inanes, et velut somina qaedam vigilan.
iium " ; «M al$o Greek, ** 'Epwnf^lf " K.r.A.


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Now fitted ihe halter, now tntyened the cait,

And often took leave, but was loth to depart.

The Thief and the Cordelier.

Be to her yirtnet very kind ;
Be to her faolts a little blind.

An Bn^ih Padlock.

When the bi^ lip and watery eye
Tell me the ruing storm is nigh.

The Lady'i Looklng-Olass.

Nobles and heralds, by your leave.
Here lies what once was Matthew Prior ;

The son of Adam and of Eve :

Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher ?*
Epitaph on himself

Odds life ! must one swear to the truth of a
song ? A Better Answer.

That, if weak women went astray.
Their stars wexe more in fault Hmn they


The end must justify the meaps. Jb,

The httle pleasure of the ^ame
Is from aur to view the flightf

To the Hob. C. Montague.
From iffnoranoe our comfort flows,
The on^ wretched are the wise.^ lb.

They uever taste who always drink ;
They always talk who never think.

Upon a Passage in the Bcallgera.

Entire and sure the monarches rule must

"Who founds her greatness on her subjects'

love. Prologue spoken on Her

Majesty's Birthday (1701).

In vain you tell your parting lover
You wish fair wmds may waft him over *
Alas! what winds can happy prove
That bear me far from what I love ?

A Song
EupheHa serves to grace my measure,
But Qiloe is my real flame. An Ode.

AH covet life, yet call it pain,
And feel the ill, yet shun the cure.

Written in Meseray's History of France.

An artful woman makes a modem saint

Epigrams. The Mo<Um Saint,

'Raw partial is the voice of Fame !

Fartial Fame,
Examples draw when precept fails,
And sermons are less read than tales.

The Tortle and the Sparrow. /. 19t,

[Own] Mt an ill whose only cure is death

Epistle to Dr. Sherloek.

• Cf, "Johnnie Csmegie," etc (MiscellaneousX
f Tbe edition of 16©2 prints the lines-
"Bat all the pleasure of the game,
Is aflu- off to view the flight."
I Of, Onj ; •• Where ignorance is bliss," ft&

She should be humble, who would please ;
And she must suffer, who can love.

Chloe Jealous. St. 5.
Silence is the soul of war.
Ode In Imitation of Horace. Book 5, Ode ft.

Verse comes from Heaven, like inward light :
Mere hunuin pains can ne'er come by't ;
The Ood, not we, the poem makes ;
We only tell folks what he speaks.

Epistle to Fleetwood Shephard.

May 14, 1689,

Pass their annals by :

Nor harsh reflection let remembrance raise ;

Forbear to mention what thou canst not

praise. Carmen Secnlare. /. lOJ^

Serene yet strong, majestic yet sedate.
Swift without violence, without terror
great.} /. 900,

The song too daring, and the theme too
great /. tt6.

"Ba learns how stocks will fall or rise ;
Holds poverty the greatest vice ,
Thinks wit the bane of conversation ;
And says that learning spoils a nation.

The Chameleon.

Most of his faults brought their excuse

with them. Qooted by Johnson in

his ** Uvea of the Poets." (" Smith:')

ADELAIDE A. PROCTER (1826-1864).
The tempest rages wild and high ;
The waves lift up their voice, and cry
Fierce answers to the angry sky.

The Storm.
A cry goes up of great despair, —

Miserere, Domine ! Jb,

I do not know what I was playing, Q

Or what I was dreaming then,
But I struck one chord of music.

Like the sound of a great Amen.

A Lost Chord.
Now Time has fled — ^the world is strange,
Something there is of pain and change ;
My books lie closed upon my shelf ;
I miss the old heart in mysell A Student.

Evezy word man's lips have uttered

Echoes in God's skies. Words.

Dreams grow holy put in action ; work
grows fair through starry dreaming ;

But where each flows on unmingling, both
are fruitless and in vain.

PhiUp and Mildred.

See how time makes all grief decay.

Life in Death. 1,

§ The Thames, Imitated lh>m Denham—
•' Thongh deep, yet dear," etc.

IITIiis line is so printed In "Legends and
Lyrics. ' When set to music it is usually given,
** I know not what I was playing."


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(Bariy Cornwall) (1787-1874).
The sea ! the sea ! the open sea !
The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! The Bta.

Fm on the sea ! I*m on the sea !

I am where I would ever be,

With the blue above, and the blue below.

And silence wheresoe'er I go. lb,

I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.


Touch us c^tlj, gentle Time. lb.

As the man beholds the woman,

As the woman sees the man.
Curiously they note each other.

As each other only can.
Never can the man divest her

Of that wondrous charm of sex ;
Ever must she, dreaming of him,
That same mystic charm annex.

The Bezel.
He that can draw a charm
Prom rocks, or woods, or weeds, or things

that seem
All mute, and does it — ^is wise.

A Haunted Stream.

Love is wiser than ambition. A Vision.

Love's a thing that's never out of season.

Oyges. 13.

Most writers steal a good thing when thev
can. Diego de Kontlllo. 4,

Her brow was fair, but very pale, and

Like stainless marble ; a touch methought

would soil
Its whiteness. O'er her temple one blue vein
Ran like a tendril. The Kagdalen.

WILLIAM PRYNNE (1600-1669).
Plenty is the child of peace.

Histrio-llaitiz. Act 1,1.

Plain dealing is the best when all is done.

Act 3, 1.


Twelve good honest men shall decide in our

And be judges of fact though not judges of

laws. The Honest Jury. (Sono in

" The Craftsman.")

FRANCIS QUARLES (1692-1644).
Flee, and she follows; follow, and she'll

Than she there's none more coy; there's

none more fond than she.

Emblems. Book 1, No. 4,

what a crocodilian world is this !


The pleasure, honour, wealth of sea and
Bring but a trouble ;
The world itself, and all the world's
Is but a bubble. Xo. 6.

who would trust this world, or prize
what's in it,

That gives and takes, and chops and changes
every minute ? JV'o. 9,

Sweet Phosphor, bring the day,

Whose oonauering ray
May chase tnese fogs , sweet Phosphor,

bring the day iV'o. 14^

The last act crowns the plav.

No. 16. Epig. ad Jin,

We si)end our midday sweat, our mid-
night oil ;

We tire the night in thought, the day in
toil Book f , Xo. i.

Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. lb.

Man is Heaven's masterpiece.

S'o. 6. Epig. ad Jin,

All things are mixed, the useful with the

The good with bad, the noble with the vile.

No. 7.
This house is to be let for life or years ;
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears :
Cupid, 't has long stood void; her billfl

make known.
She must be dearly let, or let alone.

No. 10. Epig. ad Jin,
The pleasing way is not the right :
He that would conquer Heaven must fight.

The slender debt to Nature*B quickly paid.

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