JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672-1719.

CATO.

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,

And heavily in clouds brings on the day,

The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato, and of Rome.

Thy steady temper, Portius,

Act i. Sc. 1.

Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cæsar,
In the calm lights of mild philosophy. Act i. Sc. 1.

'T is not in mortals to command success,
But we'll do more, Sempronius: we'll deserve it.
Act i. Sc. 2
Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury. Act i. Sc. 4.

'T is pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.

Act i. Sc. 4.

Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon

forget

The pale, unripened beauties of the North.

Act i. Sc. 4.

The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex.

Act i. Sc. 4.

My voice is still for war.

Gods! can a Roman senate long debate

Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?

Act ii. Sc. 1.

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

The woman that deliberates is lost.

Act iv. Sc. 1

Act iv. Sc. 1.

When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honor is a private station.

Act iv. Sc. 2. It must be so. — Plato, thou reasonest well. Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality?

"T is the divinity that stirs within us ;

Act v. Sc. 1.

"T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,

And intimates eternity to man.

I'm weary of conjectures.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Act v. Sc. 1.

My death and life,

My bane and antidote, are both before me.

Act v. Sc. 1.

The soul secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Act v. Sc. 1.

The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.

And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.*

The Campaign. Line 291. * Frequently ascribed to Pope. Dunciad. Book iii. Line 261.

ADDISON. - SOUTHERNE.

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,
poetic fields encompass me around.

And still I seem to tread on classic ground.*

The spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,

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A Letter from Italy.

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

Ode.*

Soon as the evening shades prevail,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;

While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn

*Malone states that this was the first time the phrase

classic ground, since so common, was ever used.

Vio. I pity you.

Oli. That's a degree to love.

Skakspeare. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1.

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THEOBALD. — CIBBER.

LOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744.

None but himself can be his parallel.*

The Double Falsehood.

COLLEY CIBBER. 1671-1757.

The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome, Outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it.

Richard III.

Alte ed. Ac ii , S . 1. I'

e lately had two pid rs

Crawling upon my startled hopes.

Now tho' thy friendly hand has brushed 'em from

me,

Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes;

I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.

Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!

Act iv. Sc. 3.

TARLTON.-SEWELL.

BICKERSTAFF. 183

RICHARD TARLTON.

The King of France, with forty thousand men
Went up a hill, and so came down again.

From the Pigges Corantoe, 1642.

RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743.

He lives to build, not boast a generous race;
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.

The Bastard. Line 7.

DR. GEORGE SEWELL.

1726.

When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.

The Suicide.

ISAAC BICKERSTAFF. Circa 1735

Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love,
But why did you kick me down stairs?

'Tis Well its No Worse.

I care for nobody, no, not I,

If no one cares for me.*

Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 3.

* If naebody care for me,

I'll care for naebody.

Burns. I hae a Wife o' my Ain.