Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell KING RICHARD. Be eloquent in my behalf to her. From heaven; for even in heaven his looks and QUEEN ELIZABETH. An honest tale speeds best, Words are like leaves; and where they most Who shall decide, when doctors disagree, abound, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me ? Hudibras, Part III. H. FIELDING. DR. S. BUTLER Quoth she, I've heard old cunning stagers Say, fools for arguments use wagers. Hudibras, Part II. ר S. BUTI.FR. To syllable-dissectors they appeal. Those who would make us feel - must feel them- With too much quickness ever to be taught; selves. I have heard The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. Hamlet, Acti. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, Curiosity. C. SPRAGUE, Nay, an thon 'It mouth, I'll rant as well as thou. With too much thinking to have common Moral Essays, Epistle II. POPE. J. GAY. Whence is thy learning? Hath tly toil are. SHAKESPEARE Love seldom haunts the breast where learning Immodest words admit of no defence, lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise. The Wife of Bath: Her Prologue. POPE. It down, until at last it came to be, Oh! rather give me commentators plain, The Parish Register, Part I., Introduction. G. CRABBE. The readers and the hearers like my books, For length and breadth, the bigness which you But what care I? for when I make a feast see. "T is pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view. The traveller leaping o'er those bounds, The credit of his book confounds. BYRON. I would my guests should praise it, not the cooks. Then felt I like some watcher of the skies The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody. J. GAY. On first looking into Chapman's Homer. KEATS Then, at the last and only couplet fraught Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length The lunatic, the lover, and the poet along, Essay on Criticism, Part II. POPE. Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE For rhyme the rudder is of verses, DR. S. BUTLER. Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. Paradise Lost, Book vii. With which, like ships, they steer their courses. Thanks untraced to lips unknown Shall greet me like the odors blown Snow-Bound. THE MIND. MILTON. J. G. WHITTIER. How small, of all that human hearts endure, Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller. DR. S. JOHNSON. |