Footnotes
So in the Libyan fable it is told
That once an eagle, stricken with a dart,
Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
"With our own feathers, not by others' hands,
Are we now smitten."
Æschylus: Fragm. 123 (Plumptre's Translation).
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
Byron: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, line 826.
Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart
Which rank corruption destines for their heart.
Thomas Moore: Corruption.
[221:1] The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.—Byron: Childe Harold, canto ii. stanza 6.
[221:2] See Daniel, page [39].
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.—Rogers: Pæstum.
THOMAS FULLER. 1608-1661.
Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.
Life of Monica.
He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.[221:3]
Life of the Duke of Alva.
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She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant obeying him.
Holy and Profane State. The Good Wife.
He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows.
Holy and Profane State. The Good Husband.
One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be confuted by his conscience.
Holy and Profane State. The Good Advocate.
A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.[222:1]
Holy and Profane State. The True Church Antiquary.
But our captain counts the image of God—nevertheless his image—cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven.
Holy and Profane State. The Good Sea-Captain.
To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.
Holy and Profane State. The Virtuous Lady.
The lion is not so fierce as painted.[222:2]
Holy and Profane State. Of Preferment.
Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit; sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room.
Holy and Profane State. Of Natural Fools.
The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders.
Holy and Profane State. Of Tombs.
Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost.
Holy and Profane State. Of Books.
They that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter.
Holy and Profane State. Of Marriage.
Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing.
Holy and Profane State. Fame.
Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.[222:3]
Andronicus. Sect. vi. Par. 18, 1.