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Hudibros — Continued,
Part ii. Canto i. Line 23. 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. 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.
Part ii. Canto i. Line 297. Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers Say, fools for arguments use wagers.
Part ii. Canto i. Line 465. For what is worth in any thing, But so much money as 't will bring.
Part ii. Canto i. Line 843. Love is a boy by poets styled; Then spare the rod and spoil the child.
Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29. The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boiled, the morn From black to red began to turn.
Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79. Have always been at daggers-drawing, And one another clapper-clawing.
Hudibras — Continued.
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And prove that she 's not made of green cheese.f
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* See Tusser, ante, p. 92.
t " The moon is made of a green cheese." Jack Junker, p. 4 j
X He hai the wrong sow by the ear.
(Every Man in his Humor. Act i. So. 1.)
Ben Joxso- . Hudibras — Continued.
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• That same man that runnith awaie,
From the Musarum Deliciae. Hudibras —Continued.
Part iii. Canto iii. Line £47. He that complies against his will ts of his own opinion still.
Love breathing Thanks and Praise.
I preached as never sure to preach again,
And as a dying man to dying men.
1614-1695. Ascension-Hymn. And yet, as Angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted theams, And into glory peep.
EARL OF ROSCOMMON.
Essay on Translated Verse.
And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew the slain.
Line 99. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honor, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying.