Footnotes
'T was he that ranged the words at random flung,
Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.
Eastwick: Anvari Suhaili. (Translated from Firdousi.)
[438:1] Neither walls, theatres, porches, nor senseless equipage, make states, but men who are able to rely upon themselves.—Aristides: Orations (Jebb's edition), vol. i. (trans. by A. W. Austin).
By Themistocles alone, or with very few others, does this saying appear to be approved, which, though Alcæus formerly had produced, many afterwards claimed: "Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans, make a state; but where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are cities and walls."—Ibid. vol. ii.
JOHN LOGAN. 1748-1788.
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No winter in thy year.
To the Cuckoo.
Oh could I fly, I 'd fly with thee!
We 'd make with joyful wing
Our annual visit o'er the globe,
Companions of the spring.
To the Cuckoo.
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JONATHAN M. SEWALL. 1748-1808.
No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,
But the whole boundless continent is yours.
Epilogue to Cato.[439:1]