There is a pleasure sure

In being mad which none but madmen know.1

The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Act v. Sc. 2.

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
This is the porcelain clay of humankind.®

Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.

I have a soul that like an ample shield
Can take in all, and verge enough for more."

A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.

Ibid.

Amphitryon.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Whistling to keep myself from being afraid."

The true Amphitryon.

The spectacles of books.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Essay on Dramatic Poetry.

1 There is a pleasure in poetic pains.
Which only poets know.

2 Lords of humankind.

COWPER: The Timepiece, line 285.
GOLDSMITH: The Traveller, line 327.

• Adore the hand that gives the blow. - POMFRET: Verses to his Friend. 4 Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest.- EURIPIDES: Hippolytus, 438.

5 See Butler, page 211.

• The precious porcelain of human clay. - BYRON: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 11.

7 Give ample room and verge enough.

GRAY: The Bard, ii. 1.

* Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. - BLAIR: The Grave, line 58.

9 Le véritable Amphitryon

-

Est l'Amphitryon où l'on dîne

(The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine).

MOLIÈRE: Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5.

EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1633-1684.

Remember Milo's end,

Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.
Essay on Translated Verse. Line 87.

Line 96.

And choose an author as you choose a friend.
Immodest words admit of no defence,
For want of decency is want of sense.
The multitude is always in the wrong.
My God, my Father, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me at my end.

Line 113.

Line 184.

Translation of Dies Ira.

THOMAS KEN. 1637-1711.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him, all creatures here below!

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

SIR JOHN POWELL.

Morning and Evening Hymn.

--1713.

For nothing

Let us consider the reason of the case. is law that is not reason.1

Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Lord Raymond, 911.

ISAAC NEWTON. 1642-1727.

I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.2 Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Chap. xxvii.

1 See Coke, page 24.

2 See Milton, page 241.

EARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680.

Angels listen when she speaks:

She's my delight, all mankind's wonder;
But my jealous heart would break

Should we live one day asunder.

Song.

Here lies our sovereign lord the king,

Whose word no man relies on;

He never says a foolish thing,
Nor ever does a wise one.

Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II.

And ever since the Conquest have been fools.

Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country.

For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose,
The best good man with the worst-natured muse.1

An allusion to Horace, Satire x. Book 1.

A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.

It is a very good world to live in,
To lend, or to spend, or to give in;

But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own,
It is the very worst world that ever was known.

On the King.

SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM-
1649-1720.

SHIRE.

Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.

Essay on Poetry.

There's no such thing in Nature; and you'll draw

A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw.3

Ibid.

1 Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd muse!-GOLD

SMITH: Retaliation. Postscript.

2 These last four lines are attributed to Rochester.

8 See Suckling, page 257.

Read Homer once, and you can read no more;
For all books else appear so mean, so poor,
Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read,
And Homer will be all the books you need.

Essay on Poetry

THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685.

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you:

There's in you all that we believe of heaven, -
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,

Eternal joy, and everlasting love.

Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. 1.

Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;
Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.1

And die with decency.

Act v. Sc. 1.

What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
Who was 't betrayed the Capitol ? — A woman !
Who lost Mark Antony the world? - A woman!
Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,
And laid at last old Troy in ashes? Woman!
Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman! 2

Sc. 3.

The Orphan. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together. 8

1 See Shakespeare, page 112.

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

Act iv. Sc. 2.

GRAY: The Bard, part i. stanza 3.

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

POPE: Homer's Odyssey, book xi. line 531.

3 Let us swear an eternal friendship. - FRERE: The Rovers, act i. sc 1.

ANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN.

1653-1716.

I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.

Letter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, etc.

NATHANIEL LEE. 1655-1692.

Then he will talk - good gods! how he will talk!1

Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3.

Ibid.

Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace,
That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him.
When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.

'Tis beauty calls, and glory shows the way."
Man, false man, smiling, destructive man!

Act iv. Sc. 2.

Ibid.

Theodosius. Act iii. Sc. 2.

JOHN NORRIS.

1657-1711.

How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone.
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong,-

3

Like angels' visits, short and bright;
Mortality's too weak to bear them long.

The Parting.

1 See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 197. 2"Leads the way" in the stage editions, which contain various interpolations, among them

See the conquering hero comes!

Sound the trumpet, beat the drums!

which was first used by Handel in "Joshua," and afterwards transferred to "Judas Maccabæus." The text of both oratorios was written by Dr. Thomas Morell, a clergyman.

8 Like those of angels, short and far between. - BLAIR: The Grave, line 588.

Like angel visits, few and far between. Hope, part ii. line 378.

- CAMPBELL: Pleasures of