FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS. (continued 4)

As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made. Address to the Nightingale.[175:3]

Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; [176]If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side.[176:1] The Immortality of the Soul.

Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been To public feasts, where meet a public rout,— Where they that are without would fain go in, And they that are within would fain go out.[176:2] Contention betwixt a Wife, etc.

Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. Song.

When the stormy winds do blow.[176:3] Song.

He was the Word, that spake it: He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it.[177:1] Divine Poems. On the Sacrament.

We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought That one might almost say her body thought. Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury.

She and comparisons are odious.[177:2] Elegy 8. The Comparison.

Who are a little wise the best fools be.[177:3] The Triple Fool.

It was a mighty while ago. Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3.

Hang sorrow! care 'll kill a cat.[177:5] Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3.

As he brews, so shall he drink. Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Get money; still get money, boy, No matter by what means.[177:6] Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3.

It must be done like lightning. Every Man in his Humour. Act iv. Sc. v.

There shall be no love lost.[178:1] Every Man out of his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast.[178:2] Epicœne; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1.

Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free,— Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. Epicœne; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1.

That old bald cheater, Time. The Poetaster. Act i. Sc. 1.

The world knows only two,—that 's Rome and I. Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1.

Courses even with the sun Doth her mighty brother run. The Gipsies Metamorphosed.

Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H.

Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice,—almighty gold.[178:3] Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I 'll not look for wine.[179:1] The Forest. To Celia.

Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room.[179:2] To the Memory of Shakespeare.

Marlowe's mighty line. To the Memory of Shakespeare.

Small Latin, and less Greek. To the Memory of Shakespeare.

He was not of an age, but for all time. To the Memory of Shakespeare.

For a good poet 's made as well as born. To the Memory of Shakespeare.

Sweet swan of Avon! To the Memory of Shakespeare.

Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse,— Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee. Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.[179:3]

Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink.[180:1] Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to be sealed of the Tribe of Ben.

Still may syllabes jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never! Underwoods. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme.

In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be. Underwoods. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Morison. III.

What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?[180:2] Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet.

I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit.[180:3] Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't. The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.[181:1] The White Devil. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. The White Devil. Act. v. Sc. 2.

I saw him now going the way of all flesh. Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Love is like a landscape which doth stand Smooth at a distance, rough at hand. Robert Hegge: On Love.

We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness, But near approaches make the prospect less. Yalden: Against Enjoyment.

As distant prospects please us, but when near We find but desert rocks and fleeting air. Garth: The Dispensatory, canto iii. line 27.

'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Campbell: Pleasures of Hope, part i. line 7.

A wise man poor Is like a sacred book that 's never read,— To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school. Old Fortunatus.

And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors. Old Fortunatus.

The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed.[182:1] The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12.

I was ne'er so thrummed since I was a gentleman.[182:2] The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 2.

This principle is old, but true as fate,— Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.[182:3] The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies. The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.

Turn over a new leaf.[182:4] The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act ii. Sc. 1.

To add to golden numbers golden numbers. Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1.

Honest labour bears a lovely face. Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1.

Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,[183:1] Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."

All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,— Even we among ourselves. Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."

Man is his own star; and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.[183:2] Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.[183:3] The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2.

O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! Monsieur Thomas. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Let us do or die.[183:4] The Island Princess. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Hit the nail on the head. Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 1.

I find the medicine worse than the malady.[184:1] Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2.

He went away with a flea in 's ear. Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 3.

There 's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy; O sweetest Melancholy![184:2] The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves. The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow. The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2.

And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf still in October.[184:3] The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we,[184:4] As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallows-tree. The Bloody Brother. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.[184:5] The Bloody Brother. Act v. Sc. 2.

Something given that way. The Lover's Progress. Act i. Sc. 1.

Deeds, not words.[185:1] The Lover's Progress. Act iii. Sc. 4.

He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October; But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow, Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow.

There 's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy. Hood: Ode to Melancholy.

God never had a church but there, men say, The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles. Drummond: Posthumous Poems.

Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there. Defoe: The True-born Englishman, part i. line 1.

In part to blame is she, Which hath without consent bin only tride: He comes to neere that comes to be denide.[193:4] A Wife. St. 36.

Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it;[194:1] and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears, Will not be drawn. A New Way to pay Old Debts. Act v. Sc. 1.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.[194:2] A Very Woman. Act v. Sc. 4.

This many-headed monster.[194:3] The Roman Actor. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Grim death.[194:4] The Roman Actor. Act iv. Sc. 2.

The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill.[194:5] Apology for Actors (1612).

I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom. Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells.

Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.[194:6] Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells.

Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.[194:7] History of Women (ed. 1624). Page 286.

God never had a church but there, men say, The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.[196:1] I doubted of this saw, till on a day I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Gyles. Posthumous Poems.

What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtile flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life. Letter to Ben Jonson.

Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruined sides of kings. On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey.

It is always good When a man has two irons in the fire. The Faithful Friends. Act i. Sc. 2.

All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.[197:1] Philaster. Act v. Sc. 3.

Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. The Maid's Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 2.

A soul as white as heaven. The Maid's Tragedy. Act iv. Sc. 1.

But they that are above Have ends in everything.[197:2] The Maid's Tragedy. Act v. Sc. 1.

It shew'd discretion, the best part of valour.[197:3] A King and No King. Act iv. Sc. 3.

There is a method in man's wickedness,— It grows up by degrees.[197:4] A King and No King. Act v. Sc. 4.

As cold as cucumbers. Cupid's Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1.

Calamity is man's true touchstone.[197:5] Four Plays in One: The Triumph of Honour. Sc. 1.

Kiss till the cow comes home. Scornful Lady. Act iii. Sc. 1.

It would talk,— Lord! how it talked![197:6] Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 1.

Beggars must be no choosers.[197:7] Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 3.

No better than you should be.[197:8] The Coxcomb. Act iv. Sc. 3.

From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot.[198:1] The Honest Man's Fortune. Act ii. Sc. 2.

One foot in the grave.[198:2] The Little French Lawyer. Act i. Sc. 1.

Go to grass. The Little French Lawyer. Act iv. Sc. 7.

There is no jesting with edge tools.[198:3] The Little French Lawyer. Act iv. Sc. 7.

Though I say it that should not say it. Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 2.

I name no parties.[198:4] Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Whistle, and she'll come to you.[198:5] Wit Without Money. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Let the world slide.[198:6] Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 2.

The fit 's upon me now! Come quickly, gentle lady; The fit 's upon me now. Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 4.

He comes not in my books.[198:7] The Widow. Act i. Sc. 1.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.[198:8] The Customs of the Country. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity 's the straightest.[198:9] The Knight of Malta. Act i. Sc. 1.

Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness,— To which I leave him. The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.[199:1] Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 2.

What 's one man's poison, signor, Is another's meat or drink.[199:2] Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry springtime's harbinger. The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act i. Sc. 1.

O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O' the pleurisy of people! The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act v. Sc. 1.

Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?[199:3] The Shepherd's Resolution.

Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance. Poem on Christmas.

Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,[199:4] And therefore let 's be merry. Poem on Christmas.

Though I am young, I scorn to flit On the wings of borrowed wit. The Shepherd's Hunting.

And I oft have heard defended,— Little said is soonest mended. The Shepherd's Hunting.

And he that gives us in these days New Lords may give us new laws. Contented Man's Morrice.

He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires,— As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. Disdain Returned.

Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love that run away. Conquest by Flight.

An untimely grave.[200:1] On the Duke of Buckingham.

The magic of a face. Epitaph on the Lady S——.

Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.[201:1] Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2.

Did therewith bury in oblivion. Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2.

Well-languaged Daniel. Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2.

Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones,—come and buy! If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer, there, Where my Julia's lips do smile,— There 's the land, or cherry-isle. Cherry Ripe.

Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.

Some asked how pearls did grow, and where? Then spoke I to my girl To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of pearl. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.

A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness. Delight in Disorder.

A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat; A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility,— Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part. Delight in Disorder.

You say to me-wards your affection 's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.[202:1] Love me Little, Love me Long.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.[202:2] To the Virgins to make much of Time.

Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o'er the flowers. To Music, to becalm his Fever.

Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. To Daffadills.

Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.[202:3] Sorrows Succeed.

Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then,[202:4] As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. To Mistress Susanna Southwell.

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting-stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. The Night Piece to Julia.

I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried.[203:1] The Amber Bead.

Thus times do shift,—each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old. Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve.

Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine. Ode for Ben Jonson.

Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out.[203:2] Seek and Find.

But ne'er the rose without the thorn.[203:3] The Rose.

Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks.[203:4] Divine Poems (ed. 1669).

Sweet Phosphor, bring the day Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Light will repay The wrongs of night; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Emblems. Book i. Emblem 14.

Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 2.

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 bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone. Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 10, Ep. 10.

The slender debt to Nature 's quickly paid,[204:1] Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made. Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 13.

The next way home 's the farthest way about.[204:2] Emblems. Book iv. Emblem 2, Ep. 2.

It is the lot of man but once to die. Emblems. Book v. Emblem 7.

To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise. Praise.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky. Virtue.

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. Virtue.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. Virtue.

Like summer friends, Flies of estate and sunneshine. The Answer.

A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws Makes that and th' action fine. The Elixir.

A verse may find him who a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice. The Church Porch.

Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.[205:1] The Church Porch.

Chase brave employment with a naked sword Throughout the world. The Church Porch.

Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime, 'T is angels' music. The Church Porch.

The worst speak something good; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence. The Church Porch.

Bibles laid open, millions of surprises. Sin.

Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand. The Church Militant.

Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him. Man.

If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast. The Pulley.

The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords If when the soul unto the lines accords. A True Hymn.

Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?[205:2] The Size.

Do well and right, and let the world sink.[205:3] Country Parson. Chap. xxix.

His bark is worse than his bite. Jacula Prudentum.

After death the doctor.[205:4] Jacula Prudentum.

Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.[205:5] Jacula Prudentum.

God's mill grinds slow, but sure.[206:2] Jacula Prudentum.

The offender never pardons.[206:3] Jacula Prudentum.

It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle. Jacula Prudentum.

To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure.[206:4] Jacula Prudentum.

The lion is not so fierce as they paint him.[206:5] Jacula Prudentum.

Help thyself, and God will help thee.[206:6] Jacula Prudentum.

Words are women, deeds are men.[206:7] Jacula Prudentum.

The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken.[206:8] Jacula Prudentum.

A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two.[206:9] Jacula Prudentum.

Oh, the gallant fisher's life! It is the best of any; 'T is full of pleasure, void of strife, And 't is beloved by many. The Angler. (John Chalkhill.)[209:1]

The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings. Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3.

Only the actions of the just[209:2] Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.[209:3] Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3.

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. Cupid and Death.

And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, Was beat with fist instead of a stick. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 11.

We grant, although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 45.

Beside, 't is known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak;[210:1] That Latin was no more difficile Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 51.

He could distinguish and divide A hair 'twixt south and southwest side. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 67.

For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 81.

For all a rhetorician's rules Teach nothing but to name his tools. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 89.

A Babylonish dialect Which learned pedants much affect. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 93.

For he by geometric scale Could take the size of pots of ale. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 121.

And wisely tell what hour o' the day The clock does strike, by algebra. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 125.

Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore.[210:2] Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 131.

Where entity and quiddity, The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 145.

He knew what 's what,[210:3] and that 's as high As metaphysic wit can fly. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 149.

Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished.[210:4] Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 161.

'T was Presbyterian true blue. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 191.

And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 199.

As if religion was intended For nothing else but to be mended. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 205.

Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 215.

The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 359.

For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 463.

He ne'er consider'd it, as loth To look a gift-horse in the mouth.[211:1] Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 490.

And force them, though it was in spite Of Nature and their stars, to write. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 647.

Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat![211:2] Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate." Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 821.

Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.[211:3] Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 852.

And bid the devil take the hin'most.[211:4] Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 633.

With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang. Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 831.

Like feather bed betwixt a wall And heavy brunt of cannon ball. Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 872.

Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron![211:5] Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1.

Who thought he 'd won The field as certain as a gun.[211:6] Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 11.

Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Rome. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 263.

I 'll make the fur Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 277.

He had got a hurt O' the inside, of a deadlier sort. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 309.

These reasons made his mouth to water. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 379.

While the honour thou hast got Is spick and span new.[212:1] Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 398.

With mortal crisis doth portend My days to appropinque an end. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 589.

For those that run away and fly, Take place at least o' the enemy. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 609.

I am not now in fortune's power: He that is down can fall no lower.[212:2] Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 877.

Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse And sayings of philosophers. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1011.

If he that in the field is slain Be in the bed of honour lain, He that is beaten may be said To lie in honour's truckle-bed. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1047.

When pious frauds and holy shifts Are dispensations and gifts. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1145.

Friend Ralph, thou hast Outrun the constable[212:3] at last. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367.

Some force whole regions, in despite O' geography, to change their site; Make former times shake hands with latter, And that which was before come after. [213]But those that write in rhyme still make The one verse for the other's sake; For one for sense, and one for rhyme, I think 's sufficient at one time. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 23.

Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel 's of by th' blow; Some kick'd until they can feel whether A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 221.

No Indian prince has to his palace More followers than a thief to the gallows. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 273.

Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers Say fools for arguments use wagers. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 297.

Love in your hearts as idly burns As fire in antique Roman urns.[213:1] Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 309.

For what is worth in anything But so much money as 't will bring? Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 465.

Love is a boy by poets styl'd; Then spare the rod and spoil the child.[213:2] Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 843.

The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29.

Have always been at daggers-drawing, And one another clapper-clawing. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79.

For truth is precious and divine,— Too rich a pearl for carnal swine. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 257.

Why should not conscience have vacation As well as other courts o' th' nation? Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 317.

He that imposes an oath makes it, Not he that for convenience takes it; Then how can any man be said To break an oath he never made? Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 377.

As the ancients Say wisely, have a care o' th' main chance,[214:1] And look before you ere you leap;[214:2] For as you sow, ye are like to reap.[214:3] Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 501.

Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated as to cheat.[214:4] Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1.

He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 261.

Each window like a pill'ry appears, With heads thrust thro' nail'd by the ears. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 391.

To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd, And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923.

There 's but the twinkling of a star Between a man of peace and war. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 957.

But Hudibras gave him a twitch As quick as lightning in the breech, Just in the place where honour 's lodg'd, As wise philosophers have judg'd; Because a kick in that part more Hurts honour than deep wounds before. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1065.

As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon 't. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 481.

Still amorous and fond and billing, Like Philip and Mary on a shilling. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 687.

What makes all doctrines plain and clear? About two hundred pounds a year. And that which was prov'd true before Prove false again? Two hundred more. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1277.

'Cause grace and virtue are within Prohibited degrees of kin; And therefore no true saint allows They shall be suffer'd to espouse. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1293.

Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick, Though he gave his name to our Old Nick. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1313.

With crosses, relics, crucifixes, Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes,— The tools of working our salvation By mere mechanic operation. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1495.

True as the dial to the sun,[215:1] Although it be not shin'd upon. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175.

But still his tongue ran on, the less Of weight it bore, with greater ease. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 443.

For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that 's slain.[215:2] Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 243.

He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. Hudibras. 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. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 624.

And poets by their sufferings grow,[216:1]— As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent. Fragments.

The assembled souls of all that men held wise. Gondibert. Book ii. Canto v. Stanza 37.

Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know.[217:1] The Just Italian. Act v. Sc. 1.

For angling-rod he took a sturdy oake;[217:2] For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; His hooke was such as heads the end of pole To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole; The hook was baited with a dragon's tale,— And then on rock he stood to bob for whale. Britannia Triumphans. Page 15. 1637.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise. Gray: Eton College, Stanza 10.

Sleep is a death; oh, make me try By sleeping what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave as now my bed! Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. xii.

The yielding marble of her snowy breast. On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People.

That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.[219:4] To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing.

A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. On a Girdle.

For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.

Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek. Of English Verse.

Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke. Upon the Death of the Lord Protector.

Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Go, Lovely Rose.

How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair! Go, Lovely Rose.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse. Panegyric on Cromwell.

In such green palaces the first kings reign'd, Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd; With such old counsellors they did advise, And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise. On St. James's Park.

And keeps the palace of the soul.[221:1] Of Tea.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot. Upon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica.

Could we forbear dispute and practise love, We should agree as angels do above. Divine Love. Canto iii.

The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.[221:2] Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home: Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new. On the Divine Poems.

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 1.

Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 10.

Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 16.

What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.[223:1] Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22.

As far as angels' ken. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 59.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 62.

Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 65.

What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 105.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 157.

And out of good still to find means of evil. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 165.

Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors! Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 249.

A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.[224:1] Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253.

Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 261.

Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 275.

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 292.

Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 302.

Awake, arise, or be forever fallen! Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 330.

Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 423.

Execute their airy purposes. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 430.

When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 500.

Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.[224:2] Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 536.

Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 540.

Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 549.

His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 591.

In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 597.

Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 619.

Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 648.

Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 679.

Let none admire That riches grow in hell: that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 690.

Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 710.

From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,— A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 742.

Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 781.

High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd To that bad eminence. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1.

Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assur'd us. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 39.

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 44.

Rather than be less, Car'd not to be at all. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 47.

My sentence is for open war. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 51.

That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat: descent and fall To us is adverse. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 75.

When the scourge Inexorable and the torturing hour Call us to penance. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 90.

Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 105.

But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason,[226:1] to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 112.

Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.[226:2] Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 139.

For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night? Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 146.

His red right hand.[227:1] Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 174.

Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 185.

The never-ending flight Of future days. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 221.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 274.

With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 300.

The palpable obscure. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 406.

Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 432.

Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 476.

The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 490.

Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 496.

In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555.

Vain wisdom all and false philosophy. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 565.

Arm th' obdur'd breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 568.

A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire. Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd, At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes,—extremes by change more fierce; From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 592.

O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 620.

Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 628.

The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,—black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 666.

Whence and what art thou, execrable shape? Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 681.

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 699.

So spake the grisly Terror. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 704.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 707.

Their fatal hands No second stroke intend. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 712.

Hell Grew darker at their frown. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 719.

I fled, and cry'd out, Death! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death! Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 787.

Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 803.

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 845.

On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 879.

Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894.

Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 910.

To compare Great things with small.[230:1] Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921.

O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 948.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 995.

So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1021.

And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1051.

Hail holy light! offspring of heav'n first-born. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 1.

The rising world of waters dark and deep. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 11.

Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 37.

Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 40.

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 99.

See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 337.

Dark with excessive bright. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 380.

Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars, White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 474.

Since call'd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 495.

And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 686.

The hell within him. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 20.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,—wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 23.

At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads.[231:1] Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 34.

A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 55.

Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 73.

Such joy ambition finds. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 92.

Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 96.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 108.

That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 122.

Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 162.

And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 194.

A heaven on earth. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 208.

Flowers worthy of paradise. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 241.

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.[232:1] Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 256.

Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 269.

For contemplation he and valour form'd, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him. His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 297.

Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,— Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 307.

Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 323.

And with necessity, The tyrant's plea,[232:2] excus'd his devilish deeds. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 393.

As Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 499.

Imparadis'd in one another's arms. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 506.

Live while ye may, Yet happy pair. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 533.

Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 598.

The timely dew of sleep. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 614.

With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,—all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night [234]With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 639.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 677.

In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.[234:1] Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 713.

Eas'd the putting off These troublesome disguises which we wear. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 739.

Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 750.

Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 800.

Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touch'd lightly; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 810.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 830.

Abash'd the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 846.

All hell broke loose. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 918.

Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 987.

The starry cope Of heaven. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 992.

Fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 1014.

Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 1.

Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 13.

My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight! Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 18.

Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 71.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good! Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 153.

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 166.

A wilderness of sweets. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 294.

Another morn Ris'n on mid-noon. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 310.

So saying, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 331.

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 449.

The bright consummate flower. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 481.

Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 601.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 637.

Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 658.

Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 667.

Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 745.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 896.

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 2.

Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought The better fight. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 29.

Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 209.

Spirits that live throughout, Vital in every part, not as frail man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 345.

Far off his coming shone. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 768.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 24.

Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 30.

Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 205.

Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 364.

Now half appear'd The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 463.

Indu'd With sanctity of reason. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 507.

A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,—as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 577.

The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 1.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 21.

And grace that won who saw to wish her stay. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 43.

And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 47.

With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 83.

Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 163.

Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 173.

To know That which before us lies in daily life Is the prime wisdom. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 192.

Liquid lapse of murmuring streams. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 263.

And feel that I am happier than I know. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 282.

Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight? Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 383.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 488.

Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 502.

She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven [238]And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 508.

The sum of earthly bliss. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 522.

So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 548.

Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 561.

Oft times nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Well manag'd.[238:1] Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 571.

Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 600.

With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 618.

My unpremeditated verse. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 24.

Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 26.

Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 44.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 171.

The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 208.

Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 239.

For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 249.

At shut of evening flowers. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 278.

As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 445.

So gloz'd the tempter. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 549.

Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 633.

Left that command Sole daughter of his voice.[239:1] Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 652.

Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 782.

In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 853.

A pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 1106.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease. Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 77.

So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far. Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 279.

How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap! Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 775.

Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?—thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 269.

Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 414.

Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 485.

And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 491.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 535.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well: how long or short permit to heaven.[240:1] Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 553.

A bevy of fair women. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 582.

The brazen throat of war. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 713.

Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. Paradise Lost. Book xii. Line 645.

Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive. Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 220.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd. Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 228.

Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise. Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 56.

Elephants endors'd with towers. Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 329.

Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 70.

Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 76.

The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day.[241:1] Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 220.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 240.

The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 244.

Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 267.

Socrates . . . . Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 274.

Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 327.

As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace? Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 330.

Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 426.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! Samson Agonistes. Line 80.

The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Samson Agonistes. Line 86.

Ran on embattled armies clad in iron, And, weaponless himself, Made arms ridiculous. Samson Agonistes. Line 129.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all. Samson Agonistes. Line 293.

What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe? Samson Agonistes. Line 560.

But who is this, what thing of sea or land,— Female of sex it seems,— That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger? Samson Agonistes. Line 710.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd. Samson Agonistes. Line 1003.

He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame? Samson Agonistes. Line 1350.

For evil news rides post, while good news baits. Samson Agonistes. Line 1538.

And as an ev'ning dragon came, Assailant on the perched roosts And nests in order rang'd Of tame villatic fowl. Samson Agonistes. Line 1692.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,—nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble. Samson Agonistes. Line 1721.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth. Comus. Line 5.

That golden key That opes the palace of eternity. Comus. Line 13.

The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger. Comus. Line 38.

I will tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song, From old or modern bard, in hall or bower. Comus. Line 43.

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine. Comus. Line 46.

These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof. Comus. Line 83.

The star that bids the shepherd fold. Comus. Line 93.

Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity. Comus. Line 103.

Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep. Comus. Line 138.

When the gray-hooded Even, Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phœbus' wain. Comus. Line 188.

A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. Comus. Line 205.

O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings! Comus. Line 213.