Whipping, that's virtue's governess,
Tutoress of arts and sciences;
That mends the gross mistakes of nature,
And puts new life into dull matter;
That lays foundation for renown,
And all the honors of the gown.
Hudibras, Pt. II. Canto I. S. BUTLER.
ROMANCE.
Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys.
To Romance. LORD BYRON.
He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.
Tales of a Wayside Inn: Prelude. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
A Narrow Girdle of Bough Stones. W. WORDSWORTH.
Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings.
There 's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife,
He would have written sonnets all his life?
Don Juan, Canto III. LORD BYRON.
ROYALTY.
When beggars die there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Julius Cæsar, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
What infinite heart's ease
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy?
And what have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
King Henry V., Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm from an anointed king.
King Richard II., Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.