Love of Fame continued.] Where nature's end of language is declined, Satire ii. Line 207. Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed. Satire ii. Line 282. Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life. Satire vi. Line 208. One to destroy is murder by the law; How commentators each dark passage shun, 1 Speech was given to the ordinary sort of men, whereby to communicate their mind; but to wise men, whereby to conceal it. Robert South, Sermon, April 30th, 1676. Speech was made to open man to man, and not to hide him; to promote commerce, and not betray it.. Lloyd's State Worthies (1665). Ed. Whitworth, Vol. 1. p. 503. The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them. - Goldsmith, The Bee, No. iii. Oct. 20, 1759. Ils n'emploient les paroles que pour déguiser leurs pensées. — Voltaire, Dialogue, xiv., Le Chapon et la Poularde, 1763. See Proverbial Expressions. Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener changed their principles than shirt. Epistle to Mr. Pope. 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. Ibid. Book iii. In records that defy the tooth of time. The Statesman's Creed. Great let me call him, for he conquered me. The Revenge. Act i. Sc. I. Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue. Ibid. Act. v. Sc. 2. The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2. BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun.2 Song. 1 From Mitford's Life of Young. See also Spence's Anecdotes, p. 378. 2 Compare Butler, Hudibras, Pt. iii. C. 2, L. 175. ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744. ESSAY ON MAN. Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things Together let us beat this ample field, Epistle i. Line 9. Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, Epistle i. Line 13. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate. Epistle i. Line 77. Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. Epistle i. Line 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. Epistle i. Line 87. 1 See Milton, Paradise Lost, Book i. Line 26. [Essay on Man continued. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Epistle i. Line 95. But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, Epistle i. Line 111. In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blessed abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Epistle i. Line 123. Die of a rose in aromatic pain. Epistle i. Line 200. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! 1 Much like a subtle spider which doth sit, Sir John Davies (1570-1626), The Immortality of the Soul. And their own web from their own entrails spin; Dryden, Mariage à la Mode, Act ii. Sc. L Essay on Man continued.] Remembrance and reflection how allied! What thin partitions sense from thought divide!1 Epistle i. Line 225. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. Epistle i. Line 267. Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, Epistle i. Line 289. 1 Compare Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel, Part i. Line 163. "Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiæ fuit." Seneca, De Tranquillitate Animi, xvii. 10, quotes this from Aristotle, who gives as one of his Problemata (xxx. 1), Διὰ τί πάντες ὅσοι περιττοὶ γεγόνασιν ἄνδρες ἢ κατὰ φιλοσοφίαν ἢ πολιτικὴν ἢ ποίησιν ἢ τέχνας φαίνονται μελαγχολικοὶ ὄντες. 2 Whatever is, is in its causes just. Dryden, Edipus, Act iii. Sc. 1. |