Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
a. Tempest. Act. 1. Sc. 2. L. 396.

I am not so nice, To change true rules for old inventions. b. Taming of the Shrew. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 80. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal.

C.

Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 74.

ƒ.

Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 352.

This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change.

g. When we were happy we had other names. h. King John. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 7.

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 210.

Life may change, but it may fly not;
Hope may vanish, but can die not;
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth;
Love repulsed,-but it returneth.
i.

SHELLEY-Hellas. Semi-chorus.

Men must reap the things they sow,
Force from force must ever flow,
Or worse; but 'tis a bitter woe
That love or reason cannot change.
j. SHELLEY-Lines Written among the
Euganean Hills. L. 232.

Nought may endure but Mutability.
k. SHELLEY-Mutability.

It is in general more profitable to reckon up our defects than to boast of our attainments. e. CARLYLE-Essays. Signs of the Times.

We are firm believers in the maxim that, for all right judgment of any man or thing, it is useful, nay, essential, to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad. f. CARLYLE-Essays. Goethe.

Every one is the son of his own works.
g.
CERVANTES-Don Quixote. Pt. I.
Bk. IV. Ch. XX.

O could I flow like thee! and make thy stream
My great example, as it is my theme:
Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet
not dull;

Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full. u. Sir JOHN DENHAM-Cooper's Hill.

L. 189.

Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
He was all for love and a little for the bottle.
CHAS. DIBDIN-Captain Wattle and
Miss Rol.

v.

He's tough, ma'am,-tough is J. B.; tough and de-vilish sly.

A man so various, that he seem'd to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
x. DRYDEN-Absalom and Achitophel.
Pt. I. L. 545.

For every inch that is not fool, is rogue. y. DRYDEN-Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. II. L. 463. Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. 2.

DRYDEN-Elegy on Mrs. Killigrew.

L. 70.