Footnotes

[286:2] A slightly different version is found in Brown's Works collected and published after his death:—

Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare;

Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te

(I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; this only I can say, I do not love thee).—Martial: Epigram i. 33.

Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas;

Je n'en saurois dire la cause,

Je sais seulement une chose;

C'est que je ne vous aime pas.

Bussy: Comte de Rabutin. (1618-1693.)

[286:3] Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.—Sorbienne (1610-1670).

Goldsmith: The Haunch of Venison.

[287:1] Who never mentions hell to ears polite.—Pope: Moral Essays, epistle iv. line 149.

MATTHEW PRIOR.  1664-1721.

All jargon of the schools.[287:2]

I am that I am. An Ode.

Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim

At objects in an airy height;

The little pleasure of the game

Is from afar to view the flight.[287:3]

To the Hon. Charles Montague.

From ignorance our comfort flows.

The only wretched are the wise.[287:4]

To the Hon. Charles Montague.

Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?

A Better Answer.

Be to her virtues very kind;

Be to her faults a little blind.

An English Padlock.

That if weak women went astray,

Their stars were more in fault than they.

Hans Carvel.

The end must justify the means.

Hans Carvel.

And thought the nation ne'er would thrive

Till all the whores were burnt alive.

Paulo Purganti.

They never taste who always drink;

They always talk who never think.[287:5]

Upon a passage in the Scaligerana.

That air and harmony of shape express,

Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.[287:6]

Henry and Emma.

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Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,

And often took leave, but was loth to depart.[288:1]

The Thief and the Cordelier.

Nobles and heralds, by your leave,

Here lies what once was Matthew Prior;

The son of Adam and of Eve:

Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?[288:2]

Epitaph. Extempore.

Soft peace she brings; wherever she arrives

She builds our quiet as she forms our lives;

Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,

And opens in each heart a little heaven.

Charity.

His noble negligences teach

What others' toils despair to reach.

Alma. Canto ii. Line 7.

Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em,

And oft repeating, they believe 'em.

Alma. Canto iii. Line 13.

Abra was ready ere I called her name;

And though I called another, Abra came.

Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book ii. Line 364.

For hope is but the dream of those that wake.[288:3]

Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 102.

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Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn;

And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.

Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 240.

A Rechabite poor Will must live,

And drink of Adam's ale.[289:1]

The Wandering Pilgrim.