"Rapt into future times, the bard begun."
—POPE.—Ib., p. 165.
"Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy
But to confront the visage of offence?"
—Shak., Hamlet.
"Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through."
—Id., J. Cæsar.
"And when they list, their lean and flashy songs
Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw."
—Milton, Lycidas.
"Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?"
—Dodd and Shak. cor.
"May I express thee' unblam'd? since God is light"
—Milton, B. iii, l. 3.
"Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream?"
—Id., B. iii, l. 7.
"Republics, kingdoms, empires, may decay;
Great princes, heroes, sages, sink to nought."
—Peirce or La-Rue cor.
"Thou bringst, gay creature as thou art,
A solemn image to my heart."
—Hallock cor.
"Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is Man."
—Pope, on Man, Ep. ii, l. 1.