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Ode in Imitation of Horace. B. iii. Od. 2.

And virtue is her own reward.

Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Part ii. Abra was ready ere I called her name;

And though I called another, Abra came.

To the Hon. Charles Montague.

Our hopes, like tow'ring falcons, aim

At objects in an airy height:

The little pleasure of the

game

Is from afar to view the flight.*

COLLEY CIBBER.

1671-1757.

Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3.

I've lately had two spiders

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.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!

Act v. Sc. 3.

Richard is himself again!

* Variations in a copy printed 1692.

But all the pleasure of the game
Is afar off to view the flight.

JOSEPH ADDISON.

1672-1719.

CATO.

Act i. Sc. 1.

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,

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

Act i. Sc. 1.

Thy steady temper, Portius,

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. 1.

'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it Stoicism.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the North.

Act ii. Sc. 1.

My voice is still for war.

Gods! can a Roman Senate long debate

Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?

Act iv. Sc. 1.

The woman that deliberates is lost.

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JOSEPH ADDISON.

1672-1719.
CATO.

Act i. Sc. 1.

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, th' important day, big with the fate
Of Cato, and of Rome.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Thy steady temper, Portius,

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. 1.

'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it Stoicism.

Act i. Sc. 1.

Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the North.

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Act iv. Sc. 2.

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

It must be so.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Plato, thou reasonest well.

Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?

'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;

"Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates Eternity to man.

Act v. Sc. 1.

I'm weary of conjectures.

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.

The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.

The Campaign.

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

*This line has been frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the Dunciad, book iii. line 261.

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