1631-1700.
Alexander's feast.
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None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain;
Fought all his battles o'er again;
And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew the slain.
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Fallen from his high estate,
And weltering in his blood; Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;
On the bare earth exposed he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.
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For pity melts the mind to love.
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War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honor, but an empty bubble.
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Take the good the gods provide thee.
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Sighed and looked, and sighed again.
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And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.
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Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
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He raided a mortal to the skies
She drew an angel down.
Cymon and Iphigenia.
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He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
Absalom and Achitophet.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way
Fretted the pigmy body to decay,
And o'er informed the tenement of clay.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
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Who think too little, and who talk too much
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A man so various, that he seemed to be
Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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For every inch, that is not fool, is rogue.
All for Love. Prologue.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
Men are but children of a larger growth.
Conquest of Grenada. Part i. Sc. 1.
I am as free as nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.
There is a pleasure
In being mad which none but madmen know.
Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.
This is the porcelain clay of human kind.
Translation of Juvenal's 10th Satire.
Look round the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue.
Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba.
Thespis, the first professor of our art,
At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.
Imitation of the 29th of Horace.
Book i. Line 65.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say,
To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.
On Milton.
Three Poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn;
The first in loftiness of thought surpassed,
The next in majesty, in both the last.
The force of nature could no further go;
To make a third she joined the other two.