I count myself in nothing else so happy ALL that is left to us is to recommend our pro ductions by the imitation of the Ancients; and it will be found true, that in every age, the highest character for sense and learning has been obtain'd by those who have been most indebted to them. For, to say truth, whatever is very good sense, must have been common sense in all times; and what we call Learning, is but the knowledge of the sense of our predecessors. POPE. How pleasing wears the wintry night, AKENSIDE. Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods. MERCHANT OF VENICE V. I. 'S it nature, or by the error of fantasy, that the seeing of places we know to have been frequented or inhabited by men, whose memory is esteemed or mentioned in stories, doth in some sort move and stir us up as much or more than the hearing of their noble deeds, or reading of their compositions? FLORIO's Montaigne. THEN old songs waken from enclouded tombs ; Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot; In every place where infant Orpheus slept. KEATS. How far that little candle throws his beams! MERCHANT OF VENICE V. I. ANOTHER old custom there is, of saying, when light is brought in, God sends us the light of Heaven; and the parson likes this very well. Light is a great blessing, and as great as food, for which we give thanks: and those that think this superstitious, neither know superstition nor themselves. GEORGE HERBERT. MEN scarcely know how beautiful fire is— SHELLEY. What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths. MEN MEASURE FOR MEASURE iii. 1. EN that look no further than their outsides think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick; but I, that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do thank my God that we can die but once. SIR THOMAS BROWNE. DEVOURING Famine, Plague, and War, Each able to undo mankind, Death's servile emissaries are; Nor to these alone confined, More quaint and subtle ways to kill; Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart. SHIRLEY. |