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From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:

From harmony to harmony

Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.

A Song for St. Cecilia's Day.

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Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.
Imitation of Horace. Book i. Ode 29. Line 65.

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had
my hour.
Ibid. Line 71.

I can enjoy her while she 's kind;
But when she dances in the wind,
And shakes the wings, and will not stay,
I puff the prostitute away. Ibid. Line 81.
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
Ibid. Line 87.

Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.

Virgil. Eneid, 1.

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Ovid. Metamorphoses. Book xv.

Line 155.

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.1

Persius. Satire v. Line 246.

1 Cf. Pope, The Rape of the Lock, Canto ii. Line 27.

Look round the habitable world, how few

Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue ! Juvenal. Satire x.

Thespis, the first professor of our art,

At country wakes sung ballads from a cart. Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow;

He who would search for pearls must dive below. All for Love. Prologue.

Men are but children of a larger growth.

Ibid.

Activ. Sc. 1.

your

devotion

Your ignorance is the mother of

to me.

The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2.

But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.

The Tempest. Prologue.

I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. I.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.1

Ibid. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.

What precious drops are those,

Which silently each other's track pursue,

Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?

Ibid. Part ii. Act iii. Sc. 1.

1 Quos læserunt et oderunt.

cap. xxxiii.

Seneca, De Ira, Lib. ii.

Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris. Tacitus, Agricola, 42, 4.

The offender never pardons. — Herbert, Jacula Prudentum.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.

Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay:
To-morrow's falser than the former day;

Lies worse; and while it says, "We shall be blest
With some new joys," cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years
again,

Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.

Aureng-zebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.

All delays are dangerous in war.1

Tyrannic Love. Acti. Sc. 1.

Pains of love be sweeter far

Than all other pleasures are.

As in a green

Ibid. Activ. Sc. 1.

His hair just grizzled

old age. Edipus. Act iii. Sc. I.

Of no distemper, of no blast he died,

But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long;
Even wondered at, because he dropt no sooner.
Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years;
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more:
Till, like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

Ibid. Activ. Sc. I.

1 Delays have dangerous ends. - Shakespeare, King Henry VI. Part i. Act iii. Sc. 2.

[Dryden continued.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold, even in the summer of her age. Edipus. Activ. Sc. 1.

There is a pleasure sure

In being mad which none but madmen know.1 The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. I.

This is the porcelain clay of humankind.2

Don Sebastian. Acti. Sc. I.

I have a soul that, like an ample shield,
Can take in all, and verge enough for more.3
Ibid. Acti. Sc. I.

A knock-down argument: t'is but a word and
Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1.

a blow.

The true Amphitryon. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1.

The spectacles of books.

Essay on Dramatic Poetry.

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.

1 Cf. Cowper, p. 361.

Juvenal. Satire ix.1

2 Cf. Byron, Don Juan, Canto iv. St. 11.

8 Cf. Gray, p. 331.

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

JOHN BUNYAN. 1628-1688.

And so I penned

It down, until at last it came to be,

For length and breadth, the bigness which you Apology for His Book.

see.

Some said, "John, print it," others said, "Not so," Some said, "It might do good," others said, "No."

The name of the slough was Despond.

Pilgrim's Progress.

Ibid.

Part i.

It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is kept is lighter than vanity. Ibid. Part I.

Some things are of that nature as to make
One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.
The Author's Way of sending forth his Second Part of
the Pilgrim.

He that is down needs fear no fall.1

Ibid. Part ii.

RICHARD BAXTER. 1615 – 1691.

I preached as never sure to preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men.

Love breathing Thanks and Praise.

1 He that is down can fall no lower. Butler, Hudibras, Part i. Canto iii. Line 877.

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