Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
His honor and the greatness of his name
Shall be, and make new nations.
King Henry VIII., Act iv. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out.
Twelfth Night, Act i. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.
My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only son, myself, at home.
Douglas, Act ii. Sc. 1. J. HOME.
And if his name be George. I'll call him Peter;
For new-made honor doth forget men's names.
King John, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
What woful stuff this madrigal would be
If some starved hackney sonneteer, or me,
But let a lord once own the happy lines,
How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
Essay on Criticism, Pt. II A. POPE.
'Tis from high life high characters are drawn;
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
Moral Essays, Epistle I. A. POPE.
Oh! Amos Cottle![A] Phoebus! What a name
To fill the speaking trump of future fame!
English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. LORD BYRON.
[Footnote A: "Mr. Cottle, Amos or Joseph, I don't know which, but one or both, once sellers of books they did not write, but now writers of books that do not sell, have published a pair of epics."—THE AUTHOR.]
NATURE.
The fall of kings,
The rage of nations, and the crush of states,
Move not the man, who, from the world escaped,
In still retreats and flowery solitudes,
To nature's voice attends, from month to month,
And day to day, through the revolving year.
The Seasons: Autumn. J. THOMSON.