Hudibras continued.]

For those that fly may fight again,

Which he can never do that's slain.1

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He that complies against his will

Is of his own opinion still.

Part iii. Canto iii. Line 547.

With books and money plac'd for show,
Like nest-eggs to make clients lay,

And for his false opinion pay.

Part iii. Canto iii. Line 624.

ANDREW MARVELL.

1620-1678.

And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.

In busy companies of men.

Bermudas.

The Garden. (Translated.)

Annihilating all that's made

To a green thought in a green shade. Ibid.

The world in all doth but two nations bear, The good, the bad, and these mixed everywhere. The Loyal Scot.

To make a bank was a great plot of state;
Invent a shovel, and be a magistrate.

The Character of Holland.

Books like proverbs receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of ages through which they have passed.

Antient and Modern Learning.

STEPHEN HARVEY.

And there's a lust in man no charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame;
On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly,
While virtuous actions are but born and die.

Juvenal. Satire ix.2

1 Take time enough: all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places.

Byrom, Advice to Preach Slow.

2 From Anderson's British Poets, Vol. xii. p. 697.

1631-1701.

JOHN DRYDEN.

ALEXANDER'S FEAST.

None but the brave deserves the fair. Line 15.

With ravish'd ears

The monarch hears,

Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres.

Bacchus, ever fair and young.

Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure,

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

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Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain ;

Fought all his battles o'er again;

And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he

slew the slain.

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,

Fallen from his high estate,

And weltering in his blood;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his

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eyes.

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Line 96.

For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;

[Alexander's Feast continued.

Honour, but an empty bubble;

Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.
If all the world be worth the winning,
Think, O think it worth enjoying:

Lovely Thais sits beside thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.

Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again.

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And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

Line 154.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft

desire.

He rais'd a mortal to the skies,

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She drew an angel down.

Line 169.

ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL.

Whate'er he did was done with so much ease,

In him alone 't was natural to please.

Part i. Line 27.

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.1

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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide.2 Part i. Line 163.

1 Compare Fuller, Holy and Profane State. Duke d'Alva.

Life of

2 What thin partitions sense from thought divide. Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. 1, Line 226.

Absalom and Achitophel continued.]

And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son. Parti. Line 169.

Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state.

Parti. Line 174.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song. But wild ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.1 Parti. Line 197.

The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's Parti. Line 238.

dream! 2

Behold him setting in his western skies,

The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.

Parti. Line 268.

Than a successive title, long and dark,

Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.

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Not only hating David, but the king.

Parti. Line 512.

Who think too little, and who talk too much. Parti. Line 534.

1 Greatnesse on goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, And leaves, for Fortune's ice, Vertue's ferme land. From Knolles's History (under a portrait of Mustapha I.). 2 Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. - Joel ii. 28.