The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's. ANT. AND CLEOP. V. 2. ELOQUENT, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded : what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it over with these two narrow words: Hic Jacet. RALEIGH. THEY say the Lion and the Lizard keep The courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahram, that great Hunter-the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep. FITZGERALD'S Omar Khayyám. Who is it that says most? which can say more SONN. LXXXIV. CERTAINLY, Fame is like a River, that beareth up Things light and swoln, and drowns Things weighty and solid. But if persons of quality and judgment concur, then it is (as the Scripture saith), Nomen bonum instar unguenti fragrantis. It filleth all round about, and will not easily away. For the Odours of Ointments are more Durable than those of Flowers. BACON. DOUBT you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth; Who hath the eyes which marry state with pleasure, PHILIP SIDNEY. There lives within the very flame of love HAMLET iv. 7. TOO late their eyes are opened: they were taken unawares and desire to part company. Better, he would say, a 'little love at the beginning,' for heaven might have increased it; but now their foolish fondness has changed into mutual dislike. In the days of their honeymoon they never understood that they must provide against offences, that they must have interests, that they must learn the art of living as well as loving. Our misogamist will not appeal to Anacreon or Sappho for a confirmation of his view, but to the universal experience of mankind. JOWETT. WHEN passion's trance is overpast, SHELLEY. The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven. MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM V. I. IAM convinced more and more, every day, that fine writing is, next to fine doing, the top thing in the world; the 'Paradise Lost' becomes a greater wonder. The more I know what my diligence may in time probably effect, the more does my heart distend with pride and obstinacy. . . . My own being, which I know to be, becomes of more consequence to me than the crowds of shadows in the shape of men and women that inhabit a kingdom. The soul is a world of itself, and has enough to do in its own home. KEATS. If all the pens that ever poets held One thought, one grace, one wonder at the least MARLOWE. Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me. HAMLET iii. 2. A DISTINCT universe walks about under your hat and under mine-all things in nature are different to each-the woman we look at has not the same features, the dish we eat from has not the same taste to the one and the other-you and I are but a pair of infinite isolations, with some fellow-islands a little more or less near to us. THACKERAY. WHO order'd that their longing's fire MATTHEW ARNOLD. |