Footnotes
[539:1] See Waller, pages 219-220.
Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat
(In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers).—Lucretius: iv. 1133.
[541:1] "War even to the knife" was the reply of Palafox, the governor of Saragossa, when summoned to surrender by the French, who besieged that city in 1808.
[541:2] See Waller, page [221].
[542:1] See Sheridan, page [443].
[543:1] I am a part of all that I have met.—Tennyson: Ulysses.
[544:1] See Gibbon, page [430].
Good bye, proud world; I 'm going home.
Thou art not my friend, and I 'm not thine.
Emerson: Good Bye, proud World.
See Johnson, page [374].
[545:1] See Wordsworth, page [474].
[545:2] A translation of the famous sonnet of Filicaja: "Italia, Italia! O tu cui feo la sorte."
[546:1] See Wordsworth, page [478].
[546:2] Literally the exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century.
[547:1] See Cowper, page [418].
And thou vast ocean, on whose awful face
Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.
Robert Montgomery: The Omnipresence of the Deity.
He laid his hand upon "the ocean's mane,"
And played familiar with his hoary locks.
Pollok: The Course of Time, book iv. line 389.
Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom,
Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom,
Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,
And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
Goethe: Wilhelm Meister.
[550:2] See Lovelace, page [259]. Browne, page [218].
[550:3] Solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant (They make solitude, which they call peace).—Tacitus: Agricola, c. 30.
[550:4] I came to the place of my birth, and cried, "The friends of my youth, where are they?" And echo answered, "Where are they?"—Arabic MS.
[550:5] See Churchill, page [413].
To all nations their empire will be dreadful, because their ships will sail wherever billows roll or winds can waft them.—Dalrymple: Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 152.
[551:1] See Burton, page [186].
[551:2] The subject of these lines was Mrs. R. Wilmot.—Berry Memoirs, vol. iii. p. 7.
[552:1] See Congreve, page [294].
[552:2] Natura il fece, e poi ruppe la stampa (Nature made him, and then broke the mould).—Ariosto: Orlando Furioso, canto x. stanza 84.
The idea that Nature lost the perfect mould has been a favorite one with all song-writers and poets, and is found in the literature of all European nations.—Book of English Songs, p. 28.
[553:1] She floats upon the river of his thoughts.—Longfellow: The Spanish Student, act ii. sc. 3.
[553:2] With a heart for any fate.—Longfellow: A Psalm of Life.
[554:1] My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.—Cervantes: The Little Gypsy.
Vixerunt fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi.
Horace: Ode iv. 9. 25.
[556:1] See Middleton, page [173].
[557:1] Dans les premières passions les femmes aiment l'amant, et dans les autres elles aiment l'amour.—Rochefoucauld: Maxim 471.
[558:1] See Shakespeare, page [63].
[558:2] See Dryden, page [277].
[558:3] See Wordsworth, page [479].
All her innocent thoughts
Like rose-leaves scatter'd.
John Wilson: On the Death of a Child. (1812.)
[559:1] See Southey, page [507].
[559:2] See Robert Walpole, page [304].
[560:1] What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind.—T. H. Key (once Head Master of University College School). On the authority of F. J. Furnivall.
[560:2] For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.—Piozzi: Anecdotes of Samuel Johnson, p. 149.
[561:1] See Lady Montagu, page [350].
WILLIAM KNOX. 1789-1825.
Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the grave.[561:2]
Mortality.[561:3]