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For friendship, of itself a holy tie,
Is made more sacred by adversity.
- The Hind and the Panther (pt. III, l. 47)
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
- The Maiden Queen (act I, sc. 2)
I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five and twenty.
- The Maiden Queen (act III, sc. 1) [Women]
And plenty makes us poor.
- The Medal (l. 126) [Poverty]
A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
- The Secular Masque (l. 40) [Merriment]
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
- The Secular Masque (l. 82) [Joy]
Bless the hand that gave the blow.
- The Spanish Friar (act II, sc. 1) [Hand]
Like a led victim, to my death I'll go,
And dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.
- The Spanish Friar (act II, sc. 1, l. 64)
He's a sure card.
- The Spanish Friar (act II, sc. 2) [Cards]
Second thoughts, they say, are best.
- The Spanish Friar (act II, sc. 2)
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
- The Spanish Friar (act V, sc. 2) [Heaven]
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun,
Is Nature's eye.
- The Story of Acis, Polyphemus, and Galatea
from Ovid "Metamorphoses", bk. xiii
But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be;
Within that circle none durst walk but he.
- The Tempest--Prologue [Shakespeare]
Long stood the noble youth oppress'd with awe,
And stupid at the wondrous things he saw,
Surpassing common faith, transgressing nature's law.
- Theodore and Honoria (l. 217) [Wonder]
The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, the last of ills, remain'd behind,
And horrow heavy sat on every mind.
- Theodore and Honoria (l. 336) [Fear]
And that one hunting, which the devil design'd
For one fair female, lost him half the kind.
- Theodore and Honoria (l. 427) [Women]
Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
- Third Book of Horace (ode 29) [Poverty]
Thou spring'st a leak already in thy crown,
A flaw is in thy ill-bak'd vessel found;
'Tis hollow, and returns a jarring sound,
Yet thy moist clay is pliant to command,
Unwrought, and easy to the potter's hand:
Now take the mould; now bend thy mind to feel
The first sharp motions of the forming wheel.
- Third Satire of Persius (l. 35) [Pottery]
Out of the solar walk and Heaven's highway.
- Threnodia Augustalis [Sun]
Ill news is wing'd with fate, and flies apace.
- Threnodia Augustalis (l. 49) [News]
As when the dove returning bore the mark
Of earth restored to the long labouring ark;
The relics of mankind, secure at rest,
Open every window to receive the guest,
And the fair bearer of the message bless'd.
- To Her Grace of Ormond (l. 70) [Doves]
So liv'd our sires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
And multiplied with theirs the weekly bill.
- To John Dryden, Esq. (l. 71) [Medicine]
Maintain your post: That's all the fame you need;
For 'tis impossible you should proceed.
- To Mr. Congreve, on his Comedy "The Double Dealer"
Hard features every bungler can command:
To draw true beauty shows a master's hand.
- To Mr. Lee, on his Alexander (l. 53)
Wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
- To the Memory of Mr. Oldham [Wit]
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