PARALLEL PASSAGES.
"The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of."—Macbeth, Act II. Sc. 3.
"These spells are spent, and, spent with these,
The wine of life is on the lees."—Marmion, introd. to canto i.
"The old and true saying, that a man is generally more inclined to feel kindly towards one on whom he has conferred favours than towards one from whom he has received them."—Macaulay, Essay on Bacon, p. 367. (1-vol. edit.)—Query, whose saying?
"On s'attache par les services qu'on rend, bien plus qu'on n'est attaché par les services qu'on reçoit. C'est qu'il y a, dans le cœur de l'homme, bien plus d'orgueil que de reconnaissance."—Alex. Dumas, La Comtesse de Charny, II. ch. iii.
"But earthlier happy is the rose distilled
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness."—Midsum. Night's Dream, Act I. Sc. 1.
"Maria. Responde tu mihi vicissim:—utrum spectaculum amœnius: rosa nitens et lactea in suo frutice, an decerpta digitis ac paulatim marcescens?
"Pamphilus. Ego rosam existimo feliciorem quæ marcescit in hominis manu, delectans interim et oculos et nares, quam quæ senescit in frutice."—Erasmus, Procus et Puella.
"And spires whose silent finger points to heaven." (?)
"And the white spire that points a world of rest."—Mrs. Sigourney, Connecticut River.
"She walks the waters like a thing of life."—Byron.
"The master bold,
The high-soul'd and the brave,
Who ruled her like a thing of life
Amid the crested wave."—Mrs. Sigourney, Bell of the Wreck.
"Thy heroes, tho' the general doom
Have swept the column from the tomb,
A mightier monument command,—
The mountains of their native land!"—Byron.
"Your mountains build their monument,
Tho' ye destroy their dust."—Mrs. Sigourney, Indian Names.
"Else had I heard the steps, tho' low
And light they fell, as when earth receives,
In morn of frost, the wither'd leaves
That drop when no winds blow."—Scott, Triermain, i. 5.
"Dropp'd, like shed blossoms, silent to the grass."—Hood, Mids. Fairies, viii.
"There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass."—Tennyson, Lotos-eaters.
"Two such I saw, what time the labour'd ox
In his loose traces from the furrow came."—Milton, Comus.
"While labouring oxen, spent with toil and heat,
In their loose traces from the field retreat."—Pope, Pastoral, iii.
"It is the curse of kings, to be attended
By slaves that take their humours for a warrant
To break into the bloody house of life,
And, on the winking of authority,
To understand a law: to know the meaning
Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns
More upon humour than advised respect."—King John, Act IV. Sc. 2.
"O curse of kings!
Infusing a dread life into their words,
And linking to the sudden transient thought
The unchangeable, irrevocable deed!"—Coleridge, Death of Wallenstein, v. 9.
"Conscience! . . . . . .
Your lank jawed, hungry judge will dine upon 't,
And hang the guiltless rather than eat his mutton cold."—C. Cibber, Richard III.
"The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine."—Pope, Rape of the Lock, iii. 21.
Harry Leroy Temple.
"Death and his brother Sleep." Quoted (from Shelley) with parallel passages from Sir T. Browne, Coleridge, and Byron in "N. & Q.," Vol. iv., p. 435. Add to them the following:
"Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born."
Samuel Daniel, Spenser's successor as "voluntary Laureate."
"Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to Death."—Fletcher, Valentinian.
"The death of each day's life."—Shakspeare, Macbeth, Act II. Sc. 2.
"Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed."—Bishop Ken.
"We thought her sleeping when she died;
And dying, when she slept."—Hood.
"Somne levis, quanquam certissima mortis imago
Consortem cupio te tamen esse tori;
Alma quies, optata, veni, nam sic sine vitâ
Vivere quam suave est; sic sine morte mori."—T. Warton.
[Finely translated by Wolcot.]
"Come, gentle sleep! attend thy vot'ry's pray'r,
And, though Death's image, to my couch repair;
How sweet, though lifeless, yet with life to lie,
And, without dying, oh, how sweet to die!"
"While sleep the weary world reliev'd,
By counterfeiting death revived."—Butler, Hudibras.
"Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,
And look on death itself!"—Shakspeare, Macbeth, Act II. Sc. 3.
"Nature, alas! why are thou so
Obliged unto thy greatest foe?
Sleep that is thy best repast,
Yet of death it bears a taste,
And both are the same things at last."—Dennis, Sophonisba.
"Great Nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast."—Shakspeare, Macbeth, Act II. Sc. 2.
Cuthbert Bede, B.A.
"Nothing doth countervail a faithful friend."—Ecclesias. vi. 15.
"Nil ego contulerim jucundo sanus amico."—Hor. Sat. v. 44.
"If thou wouldst get a friend, prove him first, and be not hasty to credit him."—Ecclesias. v. 7.
"Diu cogita, an tibi in amicitiam aliquis recipiendus sit: cum placuerit fieri, toto illum pectore admitte: tam audacter cum illo loquere, quam tecum."—Seneca, Epist. iii.
"Quid dulcius, quam habere amicum quicum omnia audeas sic loquere quam tecum."—Cic., de Amic. 6.
"The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy heart with hoops of steel."
"But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade."—Shakspeare, Hamlet, Act I. Sc. 3.
"Bring not every man into thy house."—Ecclesias. vi. 7.
"A man's attire, and excessive laughter, and gait, show what he is."—Ecclesias. xix. 30.
"—— The apparel oft proclaims the man."—Hamlet, Act I. Sc. 3.
"Unus Pellæo juveni non sufficit orbis:
Æstuat infelix angusto limite mundi,
Ut Gyaræ clausus scopulis, parvâque Seripho."—Juv. x. 168.
"Hamlet. What have you, my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison here?
Guildenstern. Prison, my lord!
Ham. Denmark's a prison.
Rosencrantz. Then is the world one.
Ham. A goodly one, in which there are many confines, wards, and dungeons; Denmark being one of the worst.
Ros. We think not so, my lord.
Ham. Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.
Ros. Why, then, your ambition makes it one; 'tis too narrow for your mind."—Shakspeare, Hamlet, Act II. Sc. 2.
"Ad hanc legem natus es; hoc patri tuo accidit, hoc matri, hoc majoribus, hoc omnibus ante te, hoc omnibus post te, series invicta, et nullâ mutabilis ope, illigat ac trahit cuncta."
"King. —— You must know, your father lost a father;
That father lost—lost his; . . .
. . . . . . . .
To reason most absurd, whose common theme
Is death of fathers, and who still hath cry'd,
From the first corse, 'till he that died to-day,
This must be so."—Hamlet, Act I. Sc. 2.
"Ἀπὸ δὲ τοῦ μὴ ἔχοντος," &c.—Ante, Vol. viii., p. 372.
"Besides this, nothing that he so plentifully gives me."—Shakspeare, As You Like It, Act I. Sc. 1.
J. W. F.
Having observed several Notes in different Numbers of your interesting publication, in which sentences have been quoted from the works of ancient and modern authors that are almost alike in words, or contain the same ideas clothed in different language, I would only add, that those of your readers or correspondents who take an interest in such inquiries will find instances enough, in a work which was published in Venice in 1624, to fill several columns of "N. & Q." The volume is entitled Il Seminario de Governi di Stato, et di Guerra.
W. W.
Malta.