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Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
I saw Othello's visage in his mind.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
Put money in thy purse.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
Framed to make women false.
Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
For I am nothing, if not critical.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
She was a wight, if ever such wight were,—
Des. To do what?
Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion!
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Egregiously an ass.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Potations pottle-deep.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear,— With that he called the tailor lown.[152-1]
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle From her propriety.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Cassio, I love thee; But never more be officer of mine.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
Cas. Ay, past all surgery.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
How poor are they that have not patience!
Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.[153-1]
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly[153-2] loves!
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
To be once in doubt Is once to be resolv'd.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
I am declined Into the vale of years.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
I swear 't is better to be much abused Than but to know 't a little.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation 's gone!
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
No hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
On horror's head horrors accumulate.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues!
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
Othello. Act iii. Sc. 4.
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1.
They laugh that win.[155-1]
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1.
But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I understand a fury in your words, But not the words.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
But, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger[155-2] at!
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascals naked through the world!
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2.
'T is neither here nor there.
Othello. Act iv. Sc. 3.
It makes us or it mars us.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1.
Every way makes my gain.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1.
He hath a daily beauty in his life.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1.
This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 1.
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
So sweet was ne'er so fatal.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
One entire and perfect chrysolite.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
Curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
Every puny whipster.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
I have done the state some service, and they know 't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.
There 's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1.
On the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2.
This grief is crowned with consolation.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2.
Give me to drink mandragora.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
Where 's my serpent of old Nile?
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
A morsel for a monarch.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
My salad days, When I was green in judgment.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.
Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Small to greater matters must give way.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 3.
'T was merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Who does i' the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 1.
He wears the rose Of youth upon him.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13.
Men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13.
To business that we love we rise betime, And go to 't with delight.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4.
This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4.
The shirt of Nessus is upon me.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 12.
Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.
Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14.
I am dying, Egypt, dying.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.
O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen.[159-1]
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.
Let 's do it after the high Roman fashion.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15.
For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was That grew the more by reaping.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
If there be, or ever were, one such, It 's past the size of dreaming.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
I have Immortal longings in me.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2.
Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.
Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4.
Hath his bellyful of fighting.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 1.
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2.
The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise,[159-2] His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3.
As chaste as unsunn'd snow.
Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5.
Some griefs are medicinable.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
So slippery that The fear 's as bad as falling.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
The game is up.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3.
No, 't is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him: Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
I have not slept one wink.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.
An angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon!
Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6.
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
And put My clouted brogues from off my feet.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.
O, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother When I was but your sister.
Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 5.
Like an arrow shot From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark His eye doth level at.
Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1.
3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.
Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
Venus and Adonis. Line 145.
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
Venus and Adonis. Line 1019.
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
Venus and Adonis. Line 1027.
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
Lucrece. Line 1006.
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
Sonnet iii.
And stretched metre of an antique song.
Sonnet xvii.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
Sonnet xviii.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,[161-1] After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
Sonnet xxv.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Sonnet xxx.
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
Sonnet xxxiii.
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
Sonnet l.
Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Sonnet lii.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
Sonnet liv.
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
Sonnet lv.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Sonnet lxv.
And art made tongue-tied by authority.
Sonnet lxvi.
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
Sonnet lxvi.
The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
Sonnet lxx.
That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,— Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Sonnet lxxiii.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live—such virtue hath my pen— Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Sonnet lxxxi.
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
Sonnet lxxxvii.
Do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.
Sonnet xc.
When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
Sonnet xcviii.
Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
Sonnet cv.
And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
Sonnet cvi.
My nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Sonnet cxi.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.
Sonnet cxvi.
'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
Sonnet cxxi.
No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own.
Sonnet cxxi.
That full star that ushers in the even.
Sonnet cxxxii.
So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kinds of arguments and questions deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passion in his craft of will.
A Lover's Complaint. Line 120.
O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear.
A Lover's Complaint. Line 288.
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
The Passionate Pilgrim. iii.
Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together.
The Passionate Pilgrim. viii.
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
The Passionate Pilgrim. xiv.
Cursed be he that moves my bones.
Shakespeare's Epitaph.
FOOTNOTES:
[44-1] As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.—BURTON: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 3, memb. 4, subsect. 1.
[44-2] Custom is almost second nature.—PLUTARCH: Preservation of Health.
[45-1] Familiarity breeds contempt.—PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 640.
[46-1] What the dickens!—THOMAS HEYWOOD: Edward IV. act iii. sc. 1.
[46-2] As ill luck would have it.—CERVANTES: Don Quixote, pt. i. bk. i. ch. ii.
[47-1] Act i. Sc. 5, in White, Singer, and Knight.
[47-2] Compare Portia's words in Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc. 1.
[49-1] See Spenser, page 29.
[49-2] "Mariana in the moated grange,"—the motto used by Tennyson for the poem "Mariana."
[49-3] This song occurs in Act v. Sc. 2 of Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody Brother, with the following additional stanza:—
Hide, O, hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.
[50-1] For every why he had a wherefore.—BUTLER: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 132.
[51-1] From the crown of his head to the sole of the foot.—PLINY: Natural History, book vii. chap. xvii. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Honest Man's Fortune, act ii. sc. 2. MIDDLETON: A Mad World, etc.
[54-1] For "mirth," White reads shews; Singer, shows.
[56-1] Musical as is Apollo's lute.—MILTON: Comus, line 78.
[57-1] Maidens withering on the stalk.—WORDSWORTH: Personal Talk, stanza 1.
[57-2] "Ever I could read,"—Dyce, Knight, Singer, and White.
[57-3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.
[58-1] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.
[58-2] See Chapman, page 36.
[58-3] Trew as steele.—CHAUCER: Troilus and Cresseide, book v. line 831.
[58-4] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.
[58-5] Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard.—1 Corinthians, ii. 9.
[59-1] I see the beginning of my end.—MASSINGER: The Virgin Martyr act iii. sc. 3.
[60-1] For the good that I would I do not; but the evil which I would not, that I do.—Romans vii. 19.
[62-1] See Chaucer, page 5.
[63-1] See Heywood, page 10.
[63-2] I will play the swan and die in music.—Othello, act v. sc. 2.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death.
King John, act v. sc. 7.
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.—BYRON: Don Juan, canto iii. st. 86.
You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve.—SOCRATES: In Phaedo, 77.
[64-1] It is better to learn late than never.—PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 864.
[64-2] Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim (One falls into Scylla in seeking to avoid Charybdis).—PHILLIPPE GUALTIER: Alexandreis, book v. line 301. Circa 1300.
[65-1] "It is not nominated in the bond."—White.
[68-1] The same in The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1; in Othello, act iii. sc. 1; in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i. sc. 4; and in As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7. RABELAIS: book v. chap. iv.
[69-1] The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage, Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
THOMAS HEYWOOD: Apology for Actors. 1612.
A noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe serves for a theatre.—MONTAIGNE: Of the most Excellent Men.
[70-1] See Spenser, page 30.
[71-1] Too much of a good thing.—CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part i. book i. chap. vi.
[71-2] "Cud" in Dyce and Staunton.
[72-1] You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell.—PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 968.
[72-2] See Heywood, page 9. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Wit without Money.
[72-3] Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.—CONGREVE: The Old Bachelor, act v. sc. 1.
[73-1] See Heywood, page 18.
[74-1] How noiseless falls the foot of time!—W. R. SPENCER: Lines to Lady A. Hamilton.
[74-2] "Like the sweet south" in Dyce and Singer. This change was made at the suggestion of Pope.
[74-3] See Heywood, page 12.
[76-1] Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce.
[77-1] Act iii. sc. 5 in Dyce.
[77-2] Into the jaws of death.—TENNYSON: The Charge of the Light Brigade, stanza 3.
In the jaws of death.—DU BARTAS: Divine Weekes and Workes, second week, first day, part iv.
[77-3] Act iv. sc. 2 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[78-1] Act iv. Sc. 3 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[78-2] Like a wave of the sea.—James i. 6.
[78-3] Act ii. Sc. 2 in Singer, Staunton, and Knight.
[79-1] Act ii. Sc. 2 in White.
[79-2] When fortune flatters, she does it to betray.—PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 278.
[80-1] Qui s'excuse, s'accuse (He who excuses himself accuses himself).—GABRIEL MEURIER: Tresor des Sentences. 1530-1601.
[80-2] See page 63, note 2.
[82-1] It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.—MATT. xix. 24.
[83-1] THOMAS NASH: Have with you to Saffron Walden. DRYDEN: Epilogue to the Duke of Guise.
[85-1] BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1. SWIFT: Mary the Cookmaid's Letter.
[87-1] See Heywood, page 19.
[87-2] It show'd discretion the best part of valour.—BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: A King and no King, act ii. sc. 3.
[88-1] Which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it?—Luke xiv. 28.
[90-1] Act. iv. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[90-2] See Heywood, page 20.
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.—Henry VI. part iii. act ii. sc. 5.
[91-1] Act iii. Sc. 6 in Dyce.
[92-1] With clink of hammers closing rivets up.—CIBBER: Richard III. Altered, act v. sc. 3.
[92-2] "In their mouths" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[93-1] All delays are dangerous in war.—DRYDEN: Tyrannic Love, act i. sc. 1.
[93-2] Have a care o' th' main chance.—BUTLER: Hudibras, part ii. canto ii.
Be careful still of the main chance.—DRYDEN: Persius, satire vi.
[93-3] See Raleigh, page 25; Lyly, page 33.
[94-1] See Marlowe, page 40.
[96-1] For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.—POPE: Essay on Criticism, part iii. line 66.
[96-2] "Stolen forth" in White and Knight.
[97-1] A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.—MIDDLETON: The Phoenix, act i. sc. 1.
[97-2] Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!—CIBBER: Richard III. (altered), act iv. sc. 3.
[98-1] A weak invention of the enemy.—CIBBER: Richard III. (altered), act v. sc. 3.
[98-2] See Spenser, page 27.
[100-1] For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble: and whoso doth us a good tourne we write it in duste.—SIR THOMAS MORE: Richard III. and his miserable End.
All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Philaster, act v. sc. 3.
L'injure se grave en metal; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde. (An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water.)
JEAN BERTAUT. Circa 1611.
[101-1] Act v. Sc. 2 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[101-2] Act v. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[101-3] Labour for his pains.—EDWARD MOORE: The Boy and his Rainbow.
Labour for their pains.—CERVANTES: Don Quixote, The Author's Preface.
[102-1] Unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no one.—PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 1042.
[103-1] When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames.
RICHARD LOVELACE: To Althea from Prison, ii.
[103-2] See Sidney, page 34.
[103-3] Act v. sc. 5 in Singer and Knight.
[104-1] See Heywood, page 18.
[104-2] See Chapman, page 36.
[105-1] My dancing days are done.—BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Scornful Lady, act v. sc. 3.
[105-2] Dyce, Knight, and White read, "Her beauty hangs."
[105-3] Act ii. sc. 1 in White.
[105-4] Act ii. sc. 1. in White.
[106-1] Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers).—TIBULLUS: iii. 6, 49.
[106-2] Act ii. sc. 1 in White.
[107-1] True as steel.—CHAUCER: Troilus and Creseide, book v. Compare Troilus and Cressida, act iii. sc. 2.
[107-2] Word and a blow.—DRYDEN: Amphitryon, act i. sc. 1. BUNYAN: Pilgrim's Progress, part i.
[111-1] "Utmost" in Singer.
[112-1] Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.—GRAY: The Bard, i. 3, line 12.
[113-1] Though last not least.—SPENSER: Colin Clout, line 444.
[118-1] See Heywood, page 14.
[119-1] Act. ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White.
[120-1] Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, White.
[120-2] Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 2 in Staunton.
[120-3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 3 in Staunton.
[123-1] Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.
MIDDLETON: The Witch, act. v. sc. 2.
[126-1] Act v. Sc. 7 in Singer and White.
[127-1] "Can walk" in White.
[127-2] "Eastern hill" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.
[127-3] "One auspicious and one dropping eye" in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton.
[128-1] "Armed at all points" in Singer and White.
[129-1] And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser.
BURNS: Epistle to a Young Friend.
[129-2] "Hooks" in Singer.
[131-1] And makes night hideous.—POPE: The Dunciad, book iii. line 166.
[131-2] "To lasting fires" in Singer.
[131-3] "Porcupine" in Singer and Staunton.
[131-4] "Rots itself" in Staunton.
[133-1] A short saying oft contains much wisdom.—SOPHOCLES: Aletes, frag. 99.
[135-1] See Chaucer, page 5.
[136-1] "Who would these fardels" in White.
[138-1] "Protests" in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton.
[141-1] Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases.—HIPPOCRATES: Aphorism i.
[143-1] Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.—HERRICK: Sorrows Succeed.
Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
YOUNG: Night Thoughts, night iii. line 63.
And woe succeeds to woe.—POPE: The Iliad, book xvi. line 139.
[144-1] And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.
TENNYSON: In Memoriam, xviii.
[144-2] A ministering angel thou.—SCOTT: Marmion, canto vi. st. 30.
[145-1] But they that are above Have ends in everything.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Maid's Tragedy act v. sc. 4.
[147-1] The prince of darkness is a gentleman.—SUCKLING: The Goblins.
[149-1] Though I be rude in speech.—2 Cor. xi. 6.
[150-1] "These things to hear" in Singer.
[152-1] Though these lines are from an old ballad given in Percy's Reliques, they are much altered by Shakespeare, and it is his version we sing in the nursery.
[153-1] For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
Venus and Adonis.
[153-2] "Fondly" in Singer and White; "soundly" in Staunton.
[155-1] CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. i.
[155-2] "His slow and moving finger" in Knight and Staunton.
[159-1] See Marlowe, page 41.
[159-2] See Lyly, page 32.
[161-1] "Worth" in White.
FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626.
(Works: Spedding and Ellis).
I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a help and ornament thereunto.
Maxims of the Law. Preface.
Come home to men's business and bosoms.
Dedication to the Essays, Edition 1625.
No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth.
Of Truth.
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
Of Death.
Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.
Of Revenge.
It was a high speech of Seneca (after the manner of the Stoics), that "The good things which belong to prosperity are to be wished, but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired."
Of Adversity.
It is yet a higher speech of his than the other, "It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god."
Of Adversity.
Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament; adversity is the blessing of the New.
Of Adversity.
Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes; and adversity is not without comforts and hopes.
Of Adversity.
Virtue is like precious odours,—most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed.[165-1]
Of Adversity.
He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.
Of Marriage and Single Life.
Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses.[165-2]
Of Marriage and Single Life.
Men in great place are thrice servants,—servants of the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business.
Of Great Place.
Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of his law. The people assembled. Mahomet called the hill to come to him, again and again; and when the hill stood still he was never a whit abashed, but said, "If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet will go to the hill."
Of Boldness.
The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.[165-3]
Of Goodness.
The remedy is worse than the disease.[165-4]
Of Seditions.
I had rather believe all the fables in the legends and the Talmud and the Alcoran, than that this universal frame is without a mind.
Of Atheism.
A little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion.[166-1]
Of Atheism.
Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school, and not to travel.
Of Travel.
Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil times, and which have much veneration but no rest.[166-2]
Of Empire.
In things that a man would not be seen in himself, it is a point of cunning to borrow the name of the world; as to say, "The world says," or "There is a speech abroad."
Of Cunning.
There is a cunning which we in England call "the turning of the cat in the pan;" which is, when that which a man says to another, he lays it as if another had said it to him.
Of Cunning.
It is a good point of cunning for a man to shape the answer he would have in his own words and propositions, for it makes the other party stick the less.
Of Cunning.
It hath been an opinion that the French are wiser than they seem, and the Spaniards seem wiser than they are; but howsoever it be between nations, certainly it is so between man and man.
Of Seeming Wise.
There is a wisdom in this beyond the rules of physic. A man's own observation, what he finds good of and what he finds hurt of, is the best physic to preserve health.
Of Regimen of Health.
Discretion of speech is more than eloquence; and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good words or in good order.
Of Discourse.
Men's thoughts are much according to their inclination,[167-1] their discourse and speeches according to their learning and infused opinions.
Of Custom and Education.
Chiefly the mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.[167-2]
Of Fortune.
If a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for though she is blind, she is not invisible.[167-3]
Of Fortune.
Young men are fitter to invent than to judge, fitter for execution than for counsel, and fitter for new projects than for settled business.
Of Youth and Age.
Virtue is like a rich stone,—best plain set.
Of Beauty.
God Almighty first planted a garden.[167-4]
Of Gardens.
And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Of Gardens.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
Of Studies.
Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.
Of Studies.
Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
Of Studies.
The greatest vicissitude of things amongst men is the vicissitude of sects and religions.[168-1]
Of Vicissitude of Things.
Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books.
Proposition touching Amendment of Laws.
Knowledge is power.—Nam et ipsa scientia potestas est.[168-2]
Meditationes Sacrae. De Haeresibus.
Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.[168-3]
Historia Vitae et Mortis; Sylva Sylvarum, Cent. i. Exper. 100.
When you wander, as you often delight to do, you wander indeed, and give never such satisfaction as the curious time requires. This is not caused by any natural defect, but first for want of election, when you, having a large and fruitful mind, should not so much labour what to speak as to find what to leave unspoken. Rich soils are often to be weeded.
Letter of Expostulation to Coke.
"Antiquitas saeculi juventus mundi." These times are the ancient times, when the world is ancient, and not those which we account ancient ordine retrogrado, by a computation backward from ourselves.[169-1]
Advancement of Learning. Book i. (1605.)
For the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate.
Advancement of Learning. Book i.
The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as pure as before.[169-2]
Advancement of Learning. Book ii.
It [Poesy] was ever thought to have some participation of divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind by submitting the shews of things to the desires of the mind.
Advancement of Learning. Book ii.
Sacred and inspired divinity, the sabaoth and port of all men's labours and peregrinations.
Advancement of Learning. Book ii.
Cleanness of body was ever deemed to proceed from a due reverence to God.[170-1]
Advancement of Learning. Book ii.
States as great engines move slowly.
Advancement of Learning. Book ii.
The world 's a bubble, and the life of man Less than a span.[170-2]
The World.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns on water, or but writes in dust.
The World.
What then remains but that we still should cry For being born, and, being born, to die?[170-3]
The World.
For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, to foreign nations, and to the next ages.
From his Will.
My Lord St. Albans said that Nature did never put her precious jewels into a garret four stories high, and therefore that exceeding tall men had ever very empty heads.[170-4]
Apothegms. No. 17.
Like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones.[171-1]
Apothegms. No. 54.
Sir Henry Wotton used to say that critics are like brushers of noblemen's clothes.
Apothegms. No. 64.
Sir Amice Pawlet, when he saw too much haste made in any matter, was wont to say, "Stay a while, that we may make an end the sooner."
Apothegms. No. 76.
Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appears to be best in four things,—old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.[171-2]
Apothegms. No. 97.
Pyrrhus, when his friends congratulated to him his victory over the Romans under Fabricius, but with great slaughter of his own side, said to them, "Yes; but if we have such another victory, we are undone."[171-3]
Apothegms. No. 193.
Cosmus, Duke of Florence, was wont to say of perfidious friends, that "We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends."
Apothegms. No. 206.
Cato said the best way to keep good acts in memory was to refresh them with new.
Apothegms. No. 247.
FOOTNOTES:
[165-1] As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; But crushed or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
GOLDSMITH: The Captivity, act i.
The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.
ROGERS: Jacqueline, stanza 3.
[165-2] BURTON (quoted): Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 2, memb. 5, subsect. 5.
[165-3] Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes; Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.
POPE: Essay on Man, ep. i. line 125.
[165-4] There are some remedies worse than the disease.—PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 301.
[166-1] Who are a little wise the best fools be.—DONNE: Triple Fool.
A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.—FULLER: The Holy State. The True Church Antiquary.
A little learning is a dangerous thing.—POPE: Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 15.
[166-2] Kings are like stars: they rise and set; they have The worship of the world, but no repose.
SHELLEY: Hellas.
[167-1] Of similar meaning, "Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought." See Shakespeare, page 90.
[167-2] Every man is the architect of his own fortune.—PSEUDO-SALLUST: Epist. de Rep. Ordin. ii. 1.
His own character is the arbiter of every one's fortune.—PUBLIUS SYRUS: Maxim 283.
[167-3] Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is blind.—SHAKESPEARE: Henry V. act iii. sc. 6.
[167-4] God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
COWLEY: The Garden, Essay v.
God made the country, and man made the town.
COWPER: The Task, book i. line 749.
Divina natura dedit agros, ars humana aedificavit urbes (Divine Nature gave the fields, human art built the cities).—VARRO: De Re Rustica, iii. 1.
[168-1] The vicissitude of things.—STERNE: Sermon xvi. GIFFORD: Contemplation.
[168-2] A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength.—Proverbs xxiv. 5.
Knowledge is more than equivalent to force.—JOHNSON: Rasselas, chap. xiii.
[168-3] The bee enclosed and through the amber shown, Seems buried in the juice which was his own.
MARTIAL: book iv. 32, vi. 15 (Hay's translation).
I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried.
HERRICK: On a Fly buried in Amber.
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms.
POPE: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, line 169.
[169-1] As in the little, so in the great world, reason will tell you that old age or antiquity is to be accounted by the farther distance from the beginning and the nearer approach to the end,—the times wherein we now live being in propriety of speech the most ancient since the world's creation.—GEORGE HAKEWILL: An Apologie or Declaration of the Power and Providence of God in the Government of the World. London, 1627.
For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it?—PASCAL: Preface to the Treatise on Vacuum.
It is worthy of remark that a thought which is often quoted from Francis Bacon occurs in [Giordano] Bruno's "Cena di Cenere," published in 1584: I mean the notion that the later times are more aged than the earlier.—WHEWELL: Philosophy of the Inductive Sciences, vol. ii. p. 198. London, 1847.
We are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
TENNYSON: The Day Dream. (L' Envoi.)
[169-2] The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before.—Advancement of Learning (ed. Dewey).
The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.—DIOGENES LAERTIUS: Lib. vi. sect. 63.
Spiritalis enim virtus sacramenti ita est ut lux: etsi per immundos transeat, non inquinatur (The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light: although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted).—SAINT AUGUSTINE: Works, vol. iii., In Johannis Evang. cap. i. tr. v. sect. 15.
The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.—LYLY: Euphues, The Anatomy of Wit (Arber's reprint), p. 43.
The sun reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores is unpolluted in his beam.—TAYLOR: Holy Living, chap. i. p. 3.
Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.—MILTON: The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce.
[170-1] Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.—JOHN WESLEY (quoted): Journal, Feb. 12, 1772.
According to Dr. A. S. Bettelheim, rabbi, this is found in the Hebrew fathers. He cites Phinehas ben Yair, as follows: "The doctrines of religion are resolved into carefulness; carefulness into vigorousness; vigorousness into guiltlessness; guiltlessness into abstemiousness; abstemiousness into cleanliness; cleanliness into godliness,"—literally, next to godliness.
[170-2] Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.—BROWNE: Pastoral ii.
Our life is but a span.—New England Primer.
[170-3] This line frequently occurs in almost exactly the same shape among the minor poems of the time: "Not to be born, or, being born, to die."—DRUMMOND: Poems, p. 44. BISHOP KING: Poems, etc. (1657), p. 145.
[170-4] Tall men are like houses of four stories, wherein commonly the uppermost room is worst furnished.—HOWELL (quoted): Letter i. book i. sect. ii. (1621.)
Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.—FULLER: Andronicus, sect. vi. par. 18, 1.
Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished.
BUTLER: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 161.
[171-1] The custom is not altogether obsolete in the U. S. A.
[171-2] Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.—WEBSTER: Westward Hoe, act ii. sc. 2.
Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.—SELDEN: Table Talk. Friends.
Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old authors to read!—Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appeared to be best in these four things.—MELCHIOR: Floresta Espanola de Apothegmas o sentencias, etc., ii. 1, 20.
What find you better or more honourable than age? Take the preheminence of it in everything,—in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedigree.—SHAKERLEY MARMION (1602-1639): The Antiquary.
I love everything that 's old,—old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.—GOLDSMITH: She Stoops to Conquer, act i.
[171-3] There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.—MONTAIGNE: Of Cannibals, chap. xxx.
THOMAS MIDDLETON. —— -1626.
As the case stands.[172-1]
The Old Law. Act ii. Sc. 1.
On his last legs.
The Old Law. Act v. Sc. 1.
Hold their noses to the grindstone.[172-2]
Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3.
I smell a rat.[172-3]
Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3.
A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.[172-4]
The Phoenix. Act i. Sc. 1.
The better day, the better deed.[172-5]
The Phoenix. Act iii. Sc. 1.
The worst comes to the worst.[172-6]
The Phoenix. Act iii. Sc. 1.
'T is slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.[172-7]
Michaelmas Term. Act iv. Sc. 1.
From thousands of our undone widows One may derive some wit.[172-8]
A Trick to catch the Old One. Act i. Sc. 2.
Ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary.[172-9]
The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Spick and span new.[172-10]
The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3.
A flat case as plain as a pack-staff.[172-11]
The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3.
Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering?
The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3.
As true as I live.
The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3.
From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.[173-1]
A Mad World, my Masters. Act i. Sc. 3.
That disease Of which all old men sicken,—avarice.[173-2]
The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1.
Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes.
The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1.
There is no hate lost between us.[173-3]
The Witch. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.[173-4]
The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2.
Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.[173-5]
The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2.
All is not gold that glisteneth.[173-6]
A Fair Quarrel. Act v. Sc. 1.
As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet.
More Dissemblers besides Women. Act i. Sc. 4.
'T is a stinger.[173-7]
More Dissemblers besides Women. Act iii. Sc. 2.
The world 's a stage on which all parts are played.[173-8]
A Game at Chess. Act v. Sc. 1.
Turn over a new leaf.[174-1]
Anything for a Quiet Life. Act iii. Sc. 3.
My nearest And dearest enemy.[174-2]
Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 1.
This was a good week's labour.
Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 3.
How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer's days!
No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 1.
By many a happy accident.[174-3]
No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 2.
FOOTNOTES:
[172-1] As the case stands.—MATHEW HENRY: Commentaries, Psalm cxix.
[172-2] See Heywood, page 11.
[172-3] I smell a rat.—BEN JONSON: Tale of a Tub, act iv. Sc. 3. BUTLER: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 281.
I begin to smell a rat.—CERVANTES: Don Quixote, book iv. chap. x.
[172-4] See Shakespeare, page 97.
[172-5] The better day, the worse deed.—HENRY: Commentaries, Genesis iii.
[172-6] Worst comes to the worst.—CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part i. book iii. chap. v. MARSTON: The Dutch Courtezan, act iii. sc. 1.
[172-7] It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize.—POPE: The Iliad, book xxiii. line 383.
[172-8] Some undone widow sits upon mine arm.—MASSINGER: A New Way to pay Old Debts, act v. sc. 1.
[172-9] For drames always go by contraries.—LOVER: The Angel's Whisper.
[172-10] Spick and span new.—FORD: The Lover's Melancholy, act i. sc. 1. FARQUHAR: Preface to his Works.
[172-11] Plain as a pike-staff.—Terence in English (1641). BUCKINGHAM: Speech in the House of Lords, 1675. Gil Blas (Smollett's translation), book xii. chap. viii. BYROM: Epistle to a Friend.
[173-1] See Shakespeare, page 51.
[173-2] So for a good old gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.
BYRON: Don Juan, canto i. stanza 216.
[173-3] There is no love lost between us.—CERVANTES: Don Quixote, book iv. chap. xxiii. GOLDSMITH: She Stoops to Conquer, act iv. GARRICK: Correspondence, 1759. FIELDING: The Grub Street Opera, act i. sc. 4.
[173-4] See Shakespeare, page 123.
[173-5] These lines are introduced into Macbeth, act iv. sc. 1. According to Steevens, "the song was, in all probability, a traditional one." Collier says, "Doubtless it does not belong to Middleton more than to Shakespeare." Dyce says, "There seems to be little doubt that 'Macbeth' is of an earlier date than 'The Witch.'"
[173-6] See Chaucer, page 5.
[173-7] He 'as had a stinger.—BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1.
[173-8] See Shakespeare, page 69.
[174-1] A Health to the Gentlemanly Profession of Servingmen (1598). Turn over a new leaf.—DEKKER: The Honest Whore, part ii. act i. sc. 2. BURKE: Letter to Mrs. Haviland.
[174-2] See Shakespeare, page 128.
[174-3] A happy accident.—MADAME DE STAEL: L' Allemagne, chap. xvi. CERVANTES: Don Quixote, book iv. part ii. chap. lvii.
SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639.
How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
The Character of a Happy Life.
Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend.
The Character of a Happy Life.
Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.[174-4]
The Character of a Happy Life.
You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies,— What are you when the moon[174-5] shall rise?
On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia.[174-6]
He first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died.
Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife.
I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff.
Preface to the Elements of Architecture.
Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.
The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex.
An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the commonwealth.[175-1]
Reliquiae Wottonianae.
The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.[175-2]
A Panegyric to King Charles.
FOOTNOTES:
[174-4] As having nothing, and yet possessing all things.—2 Corinth. vi. 10.
[174-5] "Sun" in Reliquiae Wottonianae (eds. 1651, 1654, 1672, 1685).
[174-6] This was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's "Sixth Set of Books," etc., and is found in many MSS.—HANNAH: The Courtly Poets.
[175-1] In a letter to Velserus, 1612, Wotton says, "This merry definition of an ambassador I had chanced to set down at my friend's, Mr. Christopher Fleckamore, in his Album."
[175-2] He directed the stone over his grave to be inscribed:—
Hic jacet hujus sententiae primus author: DISPUTANDI PRURITUS ECCLESIARUM SCABIES. Nomen alias quaere
(Here lies the author of this phrase: "The itch for disputing is the sore of churches." Seek his name elsewhere).
WALTON: Life of Wotton.
RICHARD BARNFIELD. —— -1570.
As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made.
Address to the Nightingale.[175-3]
FOOTNOTES:
[175-3] This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to Barnfield; it is found in his collection of "Poems in Divers Humours," published in 1598.—ELLIS: Specimens, vol. ii. p. 316.
SIR JOHN DAVIES. 1570-1626.
Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side.[176-1]
The Immortality of the Soul.
Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been To public feasts, where meet a public rout,— Where they that are without would fain go in, And they that are within would fain go out.[176-2]
Contention betwixt a Wife, etc.
FOOTNOTES:
[176-1] Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own webs from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
DRYDEN: Mariage a la Mode, act ii. sc. 1.
The spider's touch—how exquisitely fine!— Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
POPE: Epistle i. line 217.
[176-2] 'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden: the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.—WEBSTER: The White Devil, act i. sc. 2.
Le mariage est comme une forteresse assiegee: ceux qui sont dehors veulent y entrer, et ceux qui sont dedans veulent en sortir (Marriage is like a beleaguered fortress: those who are outside want to get in, and those inside want to get out).—QUITARD: Etudes sur les Proverbes Francais, p. 102.
It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.—MONTAIGNE: Upon some Verses of Virgil, chap. v.
Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?—EMERSON: Representative Men: Montaigne.
MARTYN PARKER. —— -1630.
Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas.
Song.
When the stormy winds do blow.[176-3]
Song.
FOOTNOTES:
[176-3] When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
CAMPBELL: Ye Mariners of England.
DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631.
He was the Word, that spake it: He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it.[177-1]
Divine Poems. On the Sacrament.
We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought That one might almost say her body thought.
Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury.
She and comparisons are odious.[177-2]
Elegy 8. The Comparison.
Who are a little wise the best fools be.[177-3]
The Triple Fool.
FOOTNOTES:
[177-1] Attributed by many writers to the Princess Elizabeth. It is not in the original edition of Donne, but first appears in the edition of 1654, p. 352.
[177-2] See Fortescue, page 7.
[177-3] See Bacon, page 166.
BEN JONSON.[177-4] 1573-1637.
It was a mighty while ago.
Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3.
Hang sorrow! care 'll kill a cat.[177-5]
Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3.
As he brews, so shall he drink.
Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Get money; still get money, boy, No matter by what means.[177-6]
Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years.
Every Man in his Humour. Act iii. Sc. 3.
It must be done like lightning.
Every Man in his Humour. Act iv. Sc. v.
There shall be no love lost.[178-1]
Every Man out of his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast.[178-2]
Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1.
Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free,— Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1.
That old bald cheater, Time.
The Poetaster. Act i. Sc. 1.
The world knows only two,—that 's Rome and I.
Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1.
Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression.
The Masque of Hymen.
Courses even with the sun Doth her mighty brother run.
The Gipsies Metamorphosed.
Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live.
Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H.
Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice,—almighty gold.[178-3]
Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland.
Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I 'll not look for wine.[179-1]
The Forest. To Celia.
Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room.[179-2]
To the Memory of Shakespeare.
Marlowe's mighty line.
To the Memory of Shakespeare.
Small Latin, and less Greek.
To the Memory of Shakespeare.
He was not of an age, but for all time.
To the Memory of Shakespeare.
For a good poet 's made as well as born.
To the Memory of Shakespeare.
Sweet swan of Avon!
To the Memory of Shakespeare.
Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse,— Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.[179-3]
Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink.[180-1]
Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to be sealed of the Tribe of Ben.
Still may syllabes jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!
Underwoods. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme.
In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
Underwoods. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Morison. III.
What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?[180-2]
Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet.
FOOTNOTES:
[177-4] O rare Ben Jonson!—SIR JOHN YOUNG: Epitaph.
[177-5] Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat.—WITHER: Poem on Christmas.
[177-6] Get place and wealth,—if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.
POPE: Horace, book i. epistle i. line 103.
[178-1] There is no love lost between us.—CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. xxxiii.
[178-2] A translation from Bonnefonius.
[178-3] The flattering, mighty, nay, almighty gold.—WOLCOT: To Kien Long, Ode iv.
Almighty dollar.—IRVING: The Creole Village.
[179-1] Emoi de monois propine tois ommasin. . . . Ei de boulei, tois cheilesi prospherousa, plerou philematon to ekpoma, kai outos didou
(Drink to me with your eyes alone. . . . And if you will, take the cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me).
PHILOSTRATUS: Letter xxiv.
[179-2] Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.
BASSE: On Shakespeare.
[179-3] This epitaph is generally ascribed to Ben Jonson. It appears in the editions of his Works; but in a manuscript collection of Browne's poems preserved amongst the Lansdowne MS. No. 777, in the British Museum, it is ascribed to Browne, and awarded to him by Sir Egerton Brydges in his edition of Browne's poems.
[180-1] They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think.
PRIOR: Upon a passage in the Scaligerana.
[180-2] What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
POPE: To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady.
JOHN WEBSTER. —— -1638.
I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit.[180-3]
Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2.
'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,—the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.[180-4]
The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2.
Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't.
The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.[181-1]
The White Devil. Act iv. Sc. 4.
Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men.
The White Devil. Act. v. Sc. 2.
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.[181-2]
Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I saw him now going the way of all flesh.
Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2.
FOOTNOTES:
[180-3] Death hath so many doors to let out life.—BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Customs of the Country, act ii. sc. 2.
[180-4] See Davies, page 176.
[181-1] The mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and smooth, but when beheld close they are rough.—DIOGENES LAERTIUS: Pyrrho.
Love is like a landscape which doth stand Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.
ROBERT HEGGE: On Love.
We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness, But near approaches make the prospect less.
YALDEN: Against Enjoyment.
As distant prospects please us, but when near We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.
GARTH: The Dispensatory, canto iii. line 27.
'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
CAMPBELL: Pleasures of Hope, part i. line 7.
[181-2] See Bacon, page 171.
THOMAS DEKKER. —— -1641.
A wise man poor Is like a sacred book that 's never read,— To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.
Old Fortunatus.
And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
Old Fortunatus.
The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed.[182-1]
The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12.
I was ne'er so thrummed since I was a gentleman.[182-2]
The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 2.
This principle is old, but true as fate,— Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.[182-3]
The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4.
We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.
The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.
Turn over a new leaf.[182-4]
The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act ii. Sc. 1.
To add to golden numbers golden numbers.
Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1.
Honest labour bears a lovely face.
Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1.
FOOTNOTES:
[182-1] Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.—JULIANA BERNERS: Heraldic Blazonry.
[182-2] See Shakespeare, page 78.
[182-3] Caesar said he loved the treason, but hated the traitor.—PLUTARCH: Life of Romulus.
[182-4] See Middleton, page 174.
BISHOP HALL. 1574-1656.
Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.
Christian Moderation. Introduction.
Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.[182-5]
Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2.
There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.[182-6]
Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses.
FOOTNOTES:
[182-5] And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun.
YOUNG: Night Thoughts, night v. line 718.
[182-6] Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
GRAY: Elegy, stanza 14.
JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625.
Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,[183-1] Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."
All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,— Even we among ourselves.
Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."
Man is his own star; and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.[183-2]
Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.[183-3]
The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2.
O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
Monsieur Thomas. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Let us do or die.[183-4]
The Island Princess. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Hit the nail on the head.
Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.[184-1]
Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2.
He went away with a flea in 's ear.
Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 3.
There 's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy; O sweetest Melancholy![184-2]
The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves.
The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3.
Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow.
The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2.
And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf still in October.[184-3]
The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we,[184-4] As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallows-tree.
The Bloody Brother. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.[184-5]
The Bloody Brother. Act v. Sc. 2.
Something given that way.
The Lover's Progress. Act i. Sc. 1.
Deeds, not words.[185-1]
The Lover's Progress. Act iii. Sc. 4.
FOOTNOTES:
[183-1] Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending him in particular all his life long.—BURTON: Anatomy of Melancholy, part i. sect. 2, memb. 1, subsect. 2. Burton also quotes Anthony Rusca in this connection, v. xviii.
[183-2] An honest man's the noblest work of God.—POPE: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 248. BURNS: The Cotter's Saturday Night.
[183-3] Weep no more, Lady! weep no more, Thy sorrow is in vain; For violets plucked, the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again.
PERCY: Reliques. The Friar of Orders Gray.
[183-4] Let us do or die.—BURNS: Bannockburn. CAMPBELL: Gertrude of Wyoming, part iii. stanza 37.
Scott says, "This expression is a kind of common property, being the motto, we believe, of a Scottish family."—Review of Gertrude, Scott's Miscellanies, vol. i. p. 153.
[184-1] See Bacon, page 165.
[184-2] Naught so sweet as melancholy.—BURTON: Anatomy of Melancholy. Author's Abstract.
[184-3] The following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this song:—
He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October; But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow, Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow.
[184-4] Three merry men be we.—PEELE: Old Wives' Tale, 1595. WEBSTER (quoted): Westward Hoe, 1607.
[184-5] See Shakespeare, page 49.
[185-1] Deeds, not words.—BUTLER: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 867.
ROBERT BURTON. 1576-1640.
Naught so sweet as melancholy.[185-2]
Anatomy of Melancholy.[185-3] The Author's Abstract.
I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.[185-4]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.[185-5]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
We can say nothing but what hath been said.[185-6] Our poets steal from Homer. . . . Our story-dressers do as much; he that comes last is commonly best.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
I say with Didacus Stella, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than a giant himself.[185-7]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
It is most true, stylus virum arguit,—our style bewrays us.[186-1]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young ones.[186-2]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
As that great captain, Ziska, would have a drum made of his skin when he was dead, because he thought the very noise of it would put his enemies to flight.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Like the watermen that row one way and look another.[186-3]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he salutes.[186-4]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.[186-5]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Rob Peter, and pay Paul.[186-6]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Penny wise, pound foolish.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Women wear the breeches.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Like AEsop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his fellow foxes cut off theirs.[186-7]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Our wrangling lawyers . . . are so litigious and busy here on earth, that I think they will plead their clients' causes hereafter,—some of them in hell.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; he had two distinct persons in him.[186-8]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.
Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5.
Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.[187-1]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio daemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3.
Can build castles in the air.[187-2]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3.
Joh. Mayor, in the first book of his "History of Scotland," contends much for the wholesomeness of oaten bread; it was objected to him, then living at Paris, that his countrymen fed on oats and base grain. . . . And yet Wecker out of Galen calls it horse-meat, and fitter juments than men to feed on.[187-3]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1.
Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2.
As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.[187-4]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2.
No rule is so general, which admits not some exception.[187-5]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3.
Idleness is an appendix to nobility.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 6.
Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 2.
A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 6.
They do not live but linger.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10.
[Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so many anatomies.[188-1]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10.
[Desire] is a perpetual rack, or horsemill, according to Austin, still going round as in a ring.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 11.
[The rich] are indeed rather possessed by their money than possessors.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12.
Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12.
Were it not that they are loath to lay out money on a rope, they would be hanged forthwith, and sometimes die to save charges.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12.
A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12.
I may not here omit those two main plagues and common dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people; they go commonly together.[188-2]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 13.
All our geese are swans.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14.
Though they [philosophers] write contemptu gloriae, yet as Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14.
They are proud in humility; proud in that they are not proud.[188-3]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14.
We can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars; kings can invest knights and barons, as Sigismund the emperor confessed.[189-1]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 15.
Hinc quam sic calamus saevior ense, patet. The pen worse than the sword.[189-2]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 4.
Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him."[189-3]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 6.
See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea, one river, and see all.[189-4]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 7.
Felix Plater notes of some young physicians, that study to cure diseases, catch them themselves, will be sick, and appropriate all symptoms they find related of others to their own persons.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.
Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3.
Like him in AEsop, he whipped his horses withal, and put his shoulder to the wheel.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2.
Fabricius finds certain spots and clouds in the sun.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3.
Seneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they see great men contending with adversity.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1.
Machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one man.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2.
Almost in every kingdom the most ancient families have been at first princes' bastards; their worthiest captains, best wits, greatest scholars, bravest spirits in all our annals, have been base [born].
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2.
As he said in Machiavel, omnes eodem patre nati, Adam's sons, conceived all and born in sin, etc. "We are by nature all as one, all alike, if you see us naked; let us wear theirs and they our clothes, and what is the difference?"
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2.
Set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallop.[190-1]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2.
Christ himself was poor. . . . And as he was himself, so he informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets poor, apostles poor.[190-2]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3.
Who cannot give good counsel? 'T is cheap, it costs them nothing.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3.
Many things happen between the cup and the lip.[190-3]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3.
What can't be cured must be endured.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3.
Everything, saith Epictetus, hath two handles,—the one to be held by, the other not.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3.
All places are distant from heaven alike.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 4.
The commonwealth of Venice in their armoury have this inscription: "Happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of war."
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 6.
"Let me not live," saith Aretine's Antonia, "if I had not rather hear thy discourse than see a play."
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1.
Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers' end.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1.
Birds of a feather will gather together.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.
And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his Creator.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1.
And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.[191-1]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3.
Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.[191-2]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3.
No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.[191-3]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.
To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.
He is only fantastical that is not in fashion.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3.
[Quoting Seneca] Cornelia kept her in talk till her children came from school, "and these," said she, "are my jewels."
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3.
To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 4.
Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.[192-1]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5.
Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5.
Though it rain daggers with their points downward.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3.
Going as if he trod upon eggs.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3.
I light my candle from their torches.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 5, Subsect. 1.
England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.
The miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.[192-2]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1.
As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.[192-3]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1.
Make a virtue of necessity.[192-4]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1.
Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.[192-5]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1.
If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.
For "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world knows.[193-1]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.
The fear of some divine and supreme powers keeps men in obedience.[193-2]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.
Out of too much learning become mad.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2.
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3.
Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 5.
When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.[193-3]
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1.
One religion is as true as another.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1.
They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.
Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3.
FOOTNOTES:
[185-2] See Fletcher, page 184.
There 's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy.
HOOD: Ode to Melancholy.
[185-3] Dr. Johnson said Burton's "Anatomy of Melancholy" was the only book that ever took him out of bed two hours sooner than he wished to rise. And Byron said, "If the reader has patience to go through his volumes, he will be more improved for literary conversation than by the perusal of any twenty other works with which I am acquainted."—Works, vol. i. p. 144.
[185-4] A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.—GARRICK: Prologue on quitting the stage.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco (Being not unacquainted with woe, I learn to help the unfortunate).—VIRGIL: AEneid, lib. i. 630.
[185-5] See Shakespeare, page 84.
[185-6] Nihil dictum quod non dictum prius (There is nothing said which has not been said before).—TERENCE: Eunuchus. Prol. 10.
[185-7] A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two.—HERBERT: Jacula Prudentum.
A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's shoulders to mount on.—COLERIDGE: The Friend, sect. i. essay viii.
Pigmaei gigantum humeris impositi plusquam ipsi gigantes vident (Pigmies placed on the shoulders of giants see more than the giants themselves).—Didacus Stella in Lucan, 10, tom. ii.
[186-1] Le style est l'homme meme (The style is the man himself).—BUFFON: Discours de Reception (Recueil de l'Academie, 1750).
[186-2] Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.—MONTAIGNE: Apology for Raimond Sebond, book ii. chap. xii.
[186-3] Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead.—PLUTARCH: Whether 't was rightfully said, Live concealed.
Like rowers, who advance backward.—MONTAIGNE: Of Profit and Honour, book iii. chap. i.
[186-4] See Shakespeare, page 132.
[186-5] See Heywood, page 15.
[186-6] See Heywood, page 14. RABELAIS: book i. chap. xi.
[186-7] AESOP: Fables, book v. fable v.
[186-8] He left a corsair's name to other times, Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.
BYRON: The Corsair, canto iii. stanza 24.
[187-1] See Fletcher, page 183.
[187-2] "Castles in the air,"—Montaigne, Sir Philip Sidney, Massinger, Sir Thomas Browne, Giles Fletcher, George Herbert, Dean Swift, Broome, Fielding, Cibber, Churchill, Shenstone, and Lloyd.
[187-3] Oats,—a grain which is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.—SAMUEL JOHNSON: Dictionary of the English Language.
[187-4] Carpet knights are men who are by the prince's grace and favour made knights at home. . . . They are called carpet knights because they receive their honours in the court and upon carpets.—MARKHAM: Booke of Honour (1625).
"Carpet knights,"—Du Bartas (ed. 1621), p. 311.
[187-5] The exception proves the rule.
[188-1] See Shakespeare, page 50.
[188-2] Qui vino indulget, quemque alea decoquit, ille In venerem putret
(He who is given to drink, and he whom the dice are despoiling, is the one who rots away in sexual vice).—PERSIUS: Satires, satire v.
[188-3] His favourite sin Is pride that apes humility.
SOUTHEY: The Devil's Walk.
[189-1] When Abraham Lincoln heard of the death of a private, he said he was sorry it was not a general: "I could make more of them."
[189-2] Tant la plume a eu sous le roi d'avantage sur l'epee (So far had the pen under the king the superiority over the sword).—SAINT SIMON: Memoires, vol. iii. p. 517 (1702), ed. 1856.
The pen is mightier than the sword.—BULWER LYTTON: Richelieu, act ii. sc. 2.
[189-3] Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead, Through which the living Homer begged his bread.
ANONYMOUS.
Great Homer's birthplace seven rival cities claim, Too mighty such monopoly of Fame.
THOMAS SEWARD: On Shakespeare's Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon.
Seven cities warred for Homer being dead; Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.
THOMAS HEYWOOD: Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells.
[189-4] A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.—JOHNSON: Piazzi, 52.
[190-1] Set a beggar on horseback, and he 'll outride the Devil.—BOHN: Foreign Proverbs (German).
[190-2] See Wotton, page 174.
[190-3] There is many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip.—HAZLITT: English Proverbs.
Though men determine, the gods doo dispose; and oft times many things fall out betweene the cup and the lip.—GREENE: Perimedes the Blacksmith (1588).
[191-1] See Heywood, page 11.
[191-2] See Heywood, page 20.
[191-3] Those curious locks so aptly twin'd, Whose every hair a soul doth bind.
CAREW: Think not 'cause men flattering say.
One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.—HOWELL: Letters, book ii. iv. (1621).
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.
DRYDEN: Persius, satire v. line 246.
Beauty draws us with a single hair.—POPE: The Rape of the Lock, canto ii. line 27.
And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair.
BLAND: Anthology, p. 20 (edition 1813).
[192-1] See Heywood, page 10.
[192-2] See Heywood, page 18.
[192-3] See Shakespeare, page 44.
[192-4] See Chaucer, page 3.
[192-5] For where God built a church, there the Devil would also build a chapel.—MARTIN LUTHER: Table Talk, lxvii.
God never had a church but there, men say, The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.
DRUMMOND: Posthumous Poems.
No sooner is a temple build to God but the Devil builds a chapel hard by.—HERBERT: Jacula Prudentum.
Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there.
DEFOE: The True-born Englishman, part i. line 1.
[193-1] Ignorance is the mother of devotion.—JEREMY TAYLOR: To a Person newly Converted (1657).
Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.—DRYDEN: The Maiden Queen, act i. sc. 2.
[193-2] The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order.
BURNS: Epistle to a Young Friend.
[193-3] Saint Augustine was in the habit of dining upon Saturday as upon Sunday; but being puzzled with the different practices then prevailing (for they had begun to fast at Rome on Saturday), consulted Saint Ambrose on the subject. Now at Milan they did not fast on Saturday, and the answer of the Milan saint was this: "Quando hic sum, non jejuno Sabbato; quando Romae sum, jejuno Sabbato" (When I am here, I do not fast on Saturday; when at Rome, I do fast on Saturday).—Epistle xxxvi. to Casulanus.
SIR THOMAS OVERBURY. 1581-1613.
In part to blame is she, Which hath without consent bin only tride: He comes to neere that comes to be denide.[193-4]
A Wife. St. 36.
FOOTNOTES:
[193-4] In part she is to blame that has been tried: He comes too late that comes to be denied.
MARY W. MONTAGU: The Lady's Resolve.
PHILIP MASSINGER. 1584-1640.
Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it;[194-1] and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears, Will not be drawn.
A New Way to pay Old Debts. Act v. Sc. 1.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.[194-2]
A Very Woman. Act v. Sc. 4.
This many-headed monster.[194-3]
The Roman Actor. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Grim death.[194-4]
The Roman Actor. Act iv. Sc. 2.
FOOTNOTES:
[194-1] See Middleton, page 172.
[194-2] Death hath so many doors to let out life.—BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: The Custom of the Country, act ii. sc. 2.
The thousand doors that lead to death.—BROWNE: Religio Medici, part i. sect. xliv.
[194-3] See Sir Philip Sidney, page 34.
[194-4] Grim death, my son and foe.—MILTON: Paradise Lost, book ii. line 804.
THOMAS HEYWOOD. —— -1649.
The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill.[194-5]
Apology for Actors (1612).
I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom.
Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells.
Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.[194-6]
Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells.
Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.[194-7]
History of Women (ed. 1624). Page 286.
FOOTNOTES:
[194-5] See Shakespeare, page 69.
[194-6] See Burton, page 189.
[194-7] See Heywood, page 11.
JOHN SELDEN. 1584-1654.
Equity is a roguish thing. For Law we have a measure, know what to trust to; Equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is Equity. 'T is all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a "foot" a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be! One Chancellor has a long foot, another a short foot, a third an indifferent foot. 'T is the same thing in the Chancellor's conscience. |
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