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THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685.
WOMAN! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man; we had been brutes without you.
Angels are painted fair, to look like you :
There's in you all that we believe of heaven ;
Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. 1.
SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. 1649-1721.
F all those arts in which the wise excel,
Essay on Poetry.
There's no such thing in nature, and you'll draw
Read Homer once, and you can read no more,
NATHANIEL LEE. 1650-1692.
HEN he will talk-good gods, how he will talk!
Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3.
See the conquering hero comes,
Sound the trumpet, beat the drums.
Ibid. Act . Sc. 1.
'Tis beauty calls and glory leads the way.
Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 2.
When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.
Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 2.
DR. WALTER POPE.
AY I govern my passion with absolute sway,
The Old Man's Wish.
JOHN NORRIS. 1657-1711.
HOW fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone ; But those which soonest take their flight Are the most exquisite and strong;
Like angel's visits, short and bright, Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
DANIEL DEFOE. 1661-1731.
HEREVER God erects a house of prayer,
And 't will be found upon examination,
The True-Born Englishman. Parti. Line 1.
RICHARD GIFFORD. 1725-1807.
ERSE sweetens toil, however rude the sound; All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.
Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare;
Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te.
Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas;
Je sais seulement un chose;
C'est que je ne vous aime pas.
MARTIAL, Ep. 1. xxxiii.
ROGER DE BUSSY, Comte de Rabutin, Epistle 33, Book 1.
† See Proverbs, page 391.
MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721.
E to her virtues very kind;
Be to her faults a little blind. An English Padlock.
Be to her merits kind,
And to her faults whate'er they are be blind.
Prologue to the Royal Mischief.
Abra was ready ere I called her name;
Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Part ii.
Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,
The Thief and the Cordelier.
Of two evils I have chose the least.* Imitation of Horace.
Here lies what once was Matthew Prior ;+
The son of Adam and of Eve:
Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?
Epitaph on Himself.
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
That, if weak women went astray,
A Better Answer.
Their stars were more in fault than they.
* Of two evils the less is always to be chosen.-THOMAS A KEMPIS. Imitation of Christ. Book iii. Ch. 12.
The following epitaph was written long before the time of Prior:
Johnnie Carnegie lais heer,
Descendit of Adam and Eve,
Gif ony con gang hieher,
Ise willing give him leve.
The end must justify the means.
And virtue is her own reward.
Ode in Imitation of Horace. B. iii. Od. 2. That air and harmony of shape express, Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.*
Henry and Emma.
Our hopes, like tow'ring falcons, aim
To the Hon. Charles Montague.
'HE dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, the important day, big with the fate
Acti. Sc. 1.
Thy steady temper, Portius,
Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cæsar,
Act i. Sc. 1.
In the calm lights of mild philosophy.
'Tis not in mortals to command success,
But we'll do more, Sempronius: we'll deserve it.
Acti. Sc. 2.
*Fine by defect and delicately weak.-POPE, p. 183.