{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2728", "width": "1832", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": ".4 r\\nIt\\n,i\\ni ^o\\n1- o\\nN\\ns\\n50", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "Otf", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "rS", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "r ^t/\\n(/t/rt^ t\\nFAMILIAR QUOTATIONS.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "I have gathered a posie of other men s flowers, and nothing\\nbut the thread that binds them is mine own. Montaigne.\\nFOURTEENTH THOUSAND.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS:\\nBEING AN ATTEMPT TO TEACE\\nTO THEIR SOURCE\\nImages attb prases lit Common; fe;\\nCHIEFLY FROM ENGLISH AUTHORS.\\nBx JOHN BARTLETT.\\nFOURTH REVISED EDITION.\\nBOSTON:\\nLITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.\\n1866.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1863, by\\nJohn Bartlett,\\nin the Clerk s Office of the District Court of the District of Massa-\\nchusetts.\\nCAMBRIDGE\\nPRESS-WORK BY JOHN WILSON AND SON.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION.\\nThe object of this work is to show, to some ex-\\ntent, the obligations our language is under to various\\nauthors for numerous phrases and familiar quota-\\ntions which have become household words.\\nThis Collection, originally made without any\\nview of publication, has been considerably enlarged\\nby additions from an English work on a similar\\nplan, and is now sent forth with the hope that it\\nmay be found a convenient book of reference.\\nThough perhaps imperfect in some respects, it\\nis believed to possess the merit of accuracy, as\\nthe quotations have been taken from the original\\nsources.\\nShould this be favorably received, endeavors will\\nbe made to make it more worthy of the approba-\\ntion of the public in a future edition.\\nCambridge, May, 1855.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "ADVERTISEMENT\\nFOURTH EDITION\\nThe favor shown to former editions has en-\\ncouraged the compiler of this Collection to go\\non with the work and make it more worthy.\\nIt is not easy to determine in all cases the\\ndegree of familiarity that may belong to phrases\\nand sentences which present themselves for ad-\\nmission for what is familiar to one class of\\nreaders may be quite new to another.\\nMany maxims of the most famous writers of\\nour language, and numberless curious and happy\\nturns from orators and poets, have knocked at\\nthe door, and it was hard to deny them. But\\nto admit these simply on their own merits,\\nwiihout assurance that the general reader would\\nreadily recognize them as old friends, was aside\\nfrom the purpose of this Collection.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Viii AD VER TISEMENT.\\nStill, it has been thought better to incur the\\nrisk of erring on the side of fulness.\\nOwing to the great number of Quotations\\nadded in this edition, it has been necessary to\\nmake an entire reconstruction of the book.\\nIt is hoped the lovers of this agreeable sub-\\nsidiary literature may find an increased useful-\\nness in the Collection corresponding with its\\npresent enlargement.\\nCambridge, December, 1863.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF AUTHORS.\\nTaoe\\nAddison, Joseph, 179\\nAkenside, Mark, 237\\nAldrich, James, 355\\nAlonso of Aragon, 396\\nAppius, Claudius, 393\\nAugustine, Saint, .394\\nBacon, Francis, 369\\nBailey, Philip James, 354\\nBarbauld, Mrs., 268\\nBarnfield, Richard, 125\\nBarrett, E. Stannard, 365\\nBarrington, George, 406\\nBasse, William, 160\\nBaxter, Richard, 173\\nBeattic, James, 255\\nBeaumont, Francis, 129\\nBerkeley, Bishop, 215\\nBickerstaff, Isaac, 183\\nBlackstone, William, 378\\nBlair, Robert, 216\\nBobart, Jacob, 406\\nBolingbroke, Lord, 376\\nBook of Common\\nPrayer,\\n26\\nBooth, Barton,\\n256\\nBramston, Rev. Mr\\n401\\nBrcreton, Jane,\\n215\\nBrougham, Lord,\\n389\\nBrown, John,\\n230\\nBrown, Tom,\\n176\\nPagik\\nBryant, William C, 356\\nBrydges, S. Egerton, 281\\nBunyan, John, 173\\nBurke, Edmund, 380\\nBurns, Robert, 274\\nBurton, Robert, 394\\nButler, Samuel, 161\\nByrom, John, 214\\nByron, Lord, 324\\nCambronne, 398\\nCampbell, Thomas, 304\\nCanning, Geoige, 281\\nCarew, Thomas, 129\\nCarey, Henry, 215\\nCentlivre, Mrs., 225\\nCervantes, Miguel de, 367\\nCharles II., 397\\nChoate, llufus, 389\\nChurchill, Charles, 256\\nCibbcr, Colley, 182\\nCoke, Sir Edward, 370\\nColeridse, S. Taylor, 298\\nCollins, William, 244\\nColman, George, 279\\nCongreve, AVilliam, 185\\nCornuel, Madame, 398\\nCotton, Nathaniel, 245\\nCowley, Abraham, 137\\nCowper, William, 257\\nCrabbe, George, 273", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF AUTHORS.\\nPage\\nPage\\nCranch, C. P.,\\n364\\nGreville, Mrs.,\\n267\\nCrashaw, Richard,\\n135\\nHalleck, Fitz-Greene, 357\\nDefoe, Daniel,\\n177\\nHeber, Reginald,\\n322\\nDekker, Thomas,\\n136\\nHemans, Felicia,\\n342\\nDenham, Sir John,\\n136\\nHenry, Patrick,\\n383\\nDennis, John,\\n401\\nHerbert, George,\\n131\\nDickinson, John,\\n280\\nHerrick, Robert,\\n133\\nDoddridge, Philip,\\n230\\nHervey, Thomas K.,\\n355\\nDodsley, Robert,\\n230\\nHesiod,\\n392\\nDonne, Dr. John,\\n126\\nHill, Aaron,\\n226\\nDrake, J. Rodman,\\n342\\nHobbes, Thomas,\\n367\\nDryden, John,\\n166\\nHolmes, Oliver W.,\\n361\\nDyer, John,\\n229\\nHoly Scriptures,\\n1\\nDyer,\\n405\\nHome, John,\\n245\\nHood, Thomas,\\n346\\nEmerson, R. Waldo,\\n357\\nHooker, Richard,\\n368\\nEmmet, Robert,\\n386\\nHopkinson, Joseph,\\n282\\nErasmus,\\n402\\nHunt, Leigh,\\n341\\nEuripides,\\n392\\nHurd, Richard,\\n383\\nEverett, David,\\n282\\nIrving, Washington,\\n391\\nFarquhar, George,\\n214\\nFletcher, Andrew,\\n375\\nJohnson, Samuel,\\n231\\nFletcher, John,\\n129\\nJones, Sir William,\\n269\\nFouche, Joseph,\\n384\\nJonson, Ben,\\n127\\nFrancis I.,\\n397\\nFranklin, Benjamin,\\n377\\nKeats, John,\\n343\\nFrere, J. Hookam,\\n282\\nKempis, Thomas a,\\n366\\nFuller, Thomas,\\n374\\nKey, Francis S.,\\n363\\nKing, William,\\n173\\nGarrick, David,\\n237\\nGarth, Samuel,\\n406\\nLamb, Charles,\\n297\\nGay, John,\\n212\\nLanghorne, John,\\n268\\nGilford, Richard,\\n177\\nLee, Henry,\\n385\\nGoldsmith, Oliver,\\n246\\nLee, Nathaniel,\\n175\\nGrafton, Richard,\\n403\\nLe Sage,\\n377\\nGray, Thomas,\\n238\\nL Estrange, Roger,\\n160\\nGreen, Matthew,\\n225\\nLogan, John,\\n279\\nGreene, Albert G.,\\n364\\nLongfellow, H. W.,\\n36C\\nGreville, Fulke,\\n125\\nLovelace, Richard,\\n134", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF AUTHORS.\\nPage\\nLowell, J. Russell, 3G2\\nLyttelton, Lord, 234\\nLytton, E. Bulwer, 350\\nMacaulay, T. B., 389\\nMackintosh, Sir J., 384\\nMallett, David, 280\\nMarcy, William L., 389\\nMarlowe, Christopher, 124\\nMason, William, 350\\nMelchidr, 396\\nMenander, 402\\nMerrick, James, 273\\nMickle, W. Julius, 267\\nMilnes, R. Monckton, 345\\nMilton, John, 140,371\\nMiscellaneous, 392\\nMontague, Lady, 213\\nMontgomery, James, 303\\nMontrose, Marquis of, 139\\nPage\\nPhilips, John, 237\\nPinckney, Charles C, 385\\nMoore, Edward,\\n235\\nMoore, Thomas,\\n315\\nMore, Hannah,\\n269\\nMorris, Charles,\\n270\\nMorton, Thomas,\\n281\\nMoss, Thomas,\\n280\\nNew England Prim\\ner, 404\\nNew Testament,\\n15\\nNewton, Isaac,\\n375\\nNorris, John,\\n176\\nOld Testament, 1\\nOtway, Thomas, 174\\nOverbury, Thomas, 130\\nPaine, Thomas, 383\\nParker, Marty n, 391\\nParnell, Thomas, 211\\nPayne, J. Howard, 345\\nPercy, Thomas, 253\\nPitt, William,\\n401\\nPlutarch,\\n393\\nPollok, Robert,\\n344\\nPope, Alexander,\\n186\\nPope, Dr. Walter,\\n17G\\nPorteus, Beilby,\\n255\\nPowell, Sir John,\\n379\\nPrior, Matthew,\\n177\\nProcter, B. Waller,\\n318\\nQuarles, Francis,\\n131\\nRabelais, Francis, 366\\nRaleigh, Sir Walter, 124\\nRochefoucauld, 376\\nRochester, Earl of, 1 74\\nRogers, Samuel, 349\\nRoland, Madame, 385\\nRoscommon, Earl of, 174\\nRowe, Nicholas, 185\\nRumbold, Richard, 376\\nSavage, Richard, 183\\nScott, Sir Walter, 308\\nSelden, John, 374\\nSewall, Jonathan M., 323\\nSewell, Dr. George, 183\\nShakspeare, 29\\nSheffield, Duke of\\nBuckinghamshire, 1 75\\nShelley, Percy B., 341\\nShcnstohe, William, 236\\nSheridan, R B., 271\\nShirley, James, 135\\nSidney, Sir Philip, 368\\nSmollett, Tobias, 253\\nSoutherne, Thomas, 181\\nSouthey, Robert, 296\\nSpencer, William R., 307", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF AUTHORS.\\nSpenser, Edmund,\\nSprague, Charles,\\nSteele, Sir Richard,\\nSteers, Miss Fanny,\\nSterne, Lawrence^\\nStill, Bishop (John),\\nStory, Joseph,\\nSuckling, Sir John,\\nSwift, Jonathan,\\nSylvester, Joshua,\\nTarlton, Richard,\\nTate and Brady,\\nTaylor, Henry,\\nTennyson, Alfred,\\nTertullian,\\nTheobald, Louis,\\nThomson, James,\\nThrale, Mrs.,\\nTickell, Thomas,\\nTourneur, Cyril,\\nTownley, James,\\nTrumbull, John,\\nTuke, Sir Samuel,\\nTusser, Thomas,\\nPage\\n27\\n359\\n378\\n365\\n379\\n123\\n323\\n132\\n184\\n125\\n183\\n26\\n354\\n351\\n393\\n182\\n227\\n266\\n211\\n364\\n280\\n270\\n226\\n123\\nPage\\nUhland, John Louis, 364\\nVaughan, Henry, 160\\nValerius Maximus, 394\\nVillars, Marshal, 399\\nVoltaire, 400\\nWalton, Izaak, 371\\nWaller, Edmund, 138\\nWalpole, Robert, 378\\nWarburton, Thomas, 396\\nWatts, Isaac, 224\\nWebster, Daniel, 386\\nWilliam of Orange, 398\\nWither, George, 130\\nWolcot, John 267\\nWolfe, Charles, 344\\nAVoodworth, Samuel, 323\\nWordsworth, William, 283\\nWotton, Sir Henry, 126\\nWrother, Miss, 365\\nYoun r, Edward,\\n217\\nAddenda 481", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS.\\nHOLY SCRIPTURES.\\nIt is not good that the man should be alone.\\nGen. ii. 18.\\nIn the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread.\\nFor dust thou art, and unto dust shalt\\nthou return. Gen. iii. 19.\\nAm I my brother s keeper Gen. iv. 9.\\nMy punishment is greater than I can bear.\\nGen. iv. 13.\\nThere were giants in the earth in those days.\\nGen. vi. 4.\\nWhoso sheddeth man s blood, by man shall his\\nblood be shed. Gen. ix. 6.\\nIn a good old age. Gen. xv. 15.\\nHis hand will be against every man, and every\\nman s hand against him. Gen. xvi. 12.\\nBring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the\\ngrave. Gen. xlii. 38.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "2 OLD TESTAMENT.\\nUnstable as water, thou shalt not excel.\\nGen. xlix. 4.\\nI have been a stranger in a strange land.\\nEx. ii. 22.\\nUnto a land flowing with milk and honey.\\nEx. iii. 8.\\nThe wife of thy bosom. Deut. xiii. 6,\\nEye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand,\\nfoot for foot. Dent. xix. 21.\\nThe secret things belong unto the Lord our\\nGod. Deut. xxix. 29.\\nHe kept him as the apple of his eye.\\nDeut. xxxii. 10.\\nI am going the way of all the earth.\\nJosh, xxiii. 14.\\nI arose a mother in Israel. Judg. v. 7.\\nShe brought forth butter in a lordly dish.\\nJudg. v. 25\\nThe Philistines be upon thee, Samson.\\nJudg. xvi. 9.\\nFor whither thou goest, I will go and where\\nthou lodgest, I will lodge thy people shall te\\nmy people, and thy God my God. Ruth i 16,\\nA man after his own heart. l Sam. xiii. 14", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "OLD TESTAMENT. 3\\nTell it not in Gath publish it not in the streets\\nof Askelon. 2 Sam. i. 20.\\nSaul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in\\ntheir lives, and in their death they were not\\ndivided. 2 Sam. i. ^3.\\nHow are the mighty fallen in the midst of the\\nbattle 2 Sam. i. 25.\\nVery pleasant hast thou been unto me thy\\nlove to me was wonderful, passing the love of\\nwomen. 2 Sam. i. 26.\\nAnd Nathan said to David, Thou art the man.\\n2 Sam. xii. 7.\\nAnd are as water spilt on the ground, which\\ncannot be gathered up again. 2 Sam. xiv. 14.\\nA proverb and a by-word among all people.\\n1 Kings ix. 7.\\nHow long halt ye between two opinions\\n1 Kings xviii. 21.\\nBehold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the\\nsea, like a man s hand. 1 Kings xviii. 44.\\nA still, small voice. 1 Kings xix. 12.\\nLet not him that girdeth on his harness boast\\nhimself as he that putteth it off. l Kings xx. 11.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "4 OLD TESTAMENT.\\nThere is death in the pot. 2 Kings iv. 40.\\nAnd the driving is like the driving of Jehu, the\\nson of Nimshi for he driveth furiously.\\n2 Kings ix. 20.\\nThe Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away\\nblessed be the name of the Lord. Job i. 21.\\nThere the wicked cease from troubling, and\\nthere the weary be at rest. Job Hi. 17.\\nYet man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly\\nupward. Job v. 7.\\nMy days are swifter than a weaver s shuttle.\\nJob vii. 6.\\nHe shall return no more to his house, neither\\nshall his place know him any more.* Job vii. 10.\\nI would not live alway. Job vii. 16.\\nMiserable comforters are ye all. Job xvi. 2.\\nI am escaped with the skin of my teeth.\\nJob xix. 20.\\nFor the wind passeth over it, and it is gone and the place\\nthereof shall know it no more. Psalm ciii. 16.\\nUsually quoted, The place that has known him shall know\\nhim no more.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "OLD TESTAMENT. 5\\nSeeing the root of the matter is found in me.\\nJob xix. 28.\\nThe price of wisdom is ahove rubies.\\nJob xxviii. 18.\\nI was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the\\nlame Job xxix. 15.\\nOh that mine adversary had written a book.\\nJob xxxi. 35.\\nWhen the morning stars sang together, and all\\nthe sons of God shouted for joy. Job xxxviii. 7.\\nHitherto shalt thou come, but no further and\\nhere shall thy proud waves be stayed.\\nJob xxxviii. 11.\\nThe sweet influences of Pleiades.\\nJob xxxviii. 31.\\nThe lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places.\\nPs. xvi. 6.\\nYea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.\\nPs. xviii. 10.\\nHe maketh me to lie down in green pastures he\\nleadeth me beside the still waters. Ps. xxiii. 2.\\nThy rod and thy staff they comfort me.\\nPs. xxiii. 4.\\n1 have been young, and now am old yet have\\nI not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed\\nDegging bread. Ps. xxxvii. 25.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "6 OLD TESTAMENT.\\nSpreading himself like a green bay-tree.\\nPs. xxxvii. 35.\\nMark the perfect man, and behold the up-\\nright. Ps. xxxvii. 37.\\nWhile I was musing the fire burned.\\nPs. xxxix. 3.\\nMy tongue is the pen of a ready writer.\\nPs. xlr. 1.\\nOh that I had wings like a dove Ps. Iv. 6\\nThey are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her\\near which will not hearken to the voice of charm-\\ners, charming never so wisely. Ps. lviii. 4, 5\\nHis enemies shall lick the dust. p s lxxii. 9.\\nMercy and truth are met together righteous-\\nness and peace have kissed each other.\\nPs. lxxxv. 10.\\nWe spend our years as a tale that is told.\\nPs. xc. 9.\\nThey reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken\\nman, and are at their wit s end. p s cvii. 27.\\nHe giveth his beloved sleep. p s cxxvii. 2.\\nBehold, how good and how pleasant it is for\\nbrethren to dwell together in unity. p s cxxxiii. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "OLD TESTAMENT. 7\\nWe hanged our harps upon the willows.\\nPs. cxxxvii. 2.\\nIf I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand\\nforget her cunning. Ps. cxxxvii. 5.\\nFor I am fearfully and wonderfully made.\\nPs. cxxxix. 14.\\nHer ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her\\npaths are peace. Prov. iii. 17.\\nGo to the ant, thou sluggard consider her ways\\nand be wise. Prov. vi. 6.\\nYet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little fold-\\ning of the hands to sleep. Prov. vi. 10 xxiv. 33.\\nStolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in\\nsecret is pleasant. Prov. ix. 17.\\nIn the multitude of counsellors there is safety.\\nProv. xi. 14.\\nA righteous man regardeth the life of his\\nbeast but the tender mercies of the wicked\\nare cruel. Prov. xii. 10.\\nHope deferred maketh the heart sick.\\nProv. xiii. 12.\\nFools make a mock at sin. Prov. xiv. 9.\\nThe heart knoweth his own bitterness.\\nProv. xiv. 10", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "8 OLD TESTAMENT.\\nRighteousness exalteth a nation. Prov. xiv. 34.\\nA soft answer turneth away wrath. Prov. xv. 1.\\nBetter is a dinner of herbs where love is, than\\na stalled ox and hatred therewith. Prov. xv. 17.\\nPride goeth before destruction, and an haughty\\nspirit before a fall. Prov. xvi. 18.\\nThe hoary head is a crown of glory.\\nProv. xvi. 31.\\nA wounded spirit who can bear? Prov. xviii. 14.\\nA man that hath friends must show himself\\nfriendly and there is a friend that sticketh closer\\nthan a brother. Prov. xviii. 24.\\nTrain up a child in the way he should go and\\nwhen he is old, he will not depart from it.\\nProv. xxii. 6.\\nFor riches certainly make themselves wings.\\nProv. xxiii. 5.\\nAs he thinketh in his heart, so is he.\\nProv. xxiii. 7.\\nLook not thou upon the wine, when it is red\\nwhen it giveth his color in the cup at the\\nlast it bitet.h like a serpent and stingeth like an\\nadder. Prov. xxiii. 31, 32.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "OLD TESTAMENT, 9\\nA word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in\\npictures of silver. Prov. xxv. 11.\\nFor thou shalt heap coals of fire upon bis\\nhead. Prov. xxv. 22.\\nAs cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good\\nnews from a far country. Prov. xxv. 25.\\nThere is a Hon in the way; a lion is in the\\nstreets. Prov. xxvi. 13.\\nBoast not thyself of to-morrow for thou\\nknowest not what a day may bring forth.\\nProv. xxvii. 1.\\nOpen rebuke is better than secret love.\\nProv. xxvii. 5.\\nA continual dropping in a very rainy day and a\\ncontentious woman are alike. Prov. xxvii. 15.\\nThe wicked flee when no man pursueth.\\nProv. xxviii. 1.\\nGive me neither poverty nor riches.\\nProv. xxx. 8.\\nThe horse-leech hath two daughters, crying,\\nGive, give. Prov. xxx. 15.\\nHer children rise up and call her blessed.\\nProv. .(xxl 28.\\nThere is no new thing under the sun. Eccles. i. 9.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "10 OLD TESTAMENT.\\nAll is vanity and vexation of spirit. Eccles. i. 14.\\nTo everything there is a season, and a time to\\nevery purpose under the heaven. Eccles. iii. 1.\\nThe sleep of a laboring man is sweet.\\nEccles. v. 12.\\nA good name is better than precious oint-\\nment. Eccles. vii. 1.\\nIt is better to go to the house of mourning than\\nto go to the house of feasting. Eccles. vii. 2.\\nBe not righteous overmuch. Eccles. vii. 16.\\nTo eat and to drink and to be merry.\\nEccles. viii. 15. Luke xii. 19.\\nFor a living dog is better than a dead lion.\\nEccles. ix. 4.\\nWhatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with\\nthy might. Eccles. ix. 10.\\nThe race is not to the swift, nor the battle to\\nthe Strong. Eccles. ix. 11.\\nCast thy bread upon the waters for thou shalt\\nfind it after many days. Eccles. xi. 1.\\nIn the place where the tree falleth, there it\\nBhall be. Eccles. xi. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "OLD TESTAMENT. 11\\nTruly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it\\nis for the eye to behold the sun. Ecdes. xi. 7.\\nRemember now thy Creator in the days of thy\\nyouth. Eccles. xii. 1.\\nAnd the grasshopper shall be a burden.\\nEccles. xii. 5\\nMan goeth to his long home. Eccles. xii. 5.\\nOr ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden\\nbowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the\\nfountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.\\nEccles. xii. 6.\\nThen shall the dust return to the earth as it\\nwas and the spirit shall return unto God who\\ngave it. Eccles. xii. 7.\\nVanity of vanities, saith the Preacher all is\\nvanity. Eccles. i. 2; xii. 8.\\nOf making many books there is no end and\\nmuch study is a weariness of the flesh.\\nEccles. xii. 12.\\nFor lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and\\ngone the flowers appear on the earth the time\\nof the singing of birds is come, and the voice of\\nthe turtle is heard in our land.\\nThe Song of Solomon ii. 11, 12.\\nThe little foxes, that spoil the vines.\\nThe Song of Solomon ii. 15.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "12 OLD TESTAMENT.\\nTerrible as an army with banners.\\nThe Song of Solomon vi. 10.\\nGrind the faces of the poor. h. m. 15.\\nTo the law and to the testimony. Is. viii. 20.\\nThe wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and\\nthe leopard shall he down with the kid. Is. xi. 6.\\nHow art thou fallen from heaven, Lucifer,\\nBon of the morning s x iv. 12.\\nWhose merchants are princes. is. xxiii. 8.\\nFor precept must be upon precept, precept upon\\nprecept line upon line, line upon line here a\\nlittle, and there a little. fa xxviii. 10.\\nThe desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the\\nrose. fa xxxv. 1.\\nSet thine house in order. Is. x xxviii. 1.\\nAll flesh is grass. 7s. xl. 6\\nBehold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket,\\nand are counted as the small dust of the balance.\\nIs. xl. 15.\\nA biiiised reed shall he not break, and the\\nsinoking flax shall he not quench. Is. xlii. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "OLD TESTAMENT. 13\\nThere is no peace, saith the Lord, unto the\\nwicked. Is. xlviii. 22.\\nHe is brought as a lamb to the slaughter.\\n7s. liii. 7.\\nA little one shall become a thousand, and a small\\none a strong nation. 7s. lx. 22,\\nTo give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of\\njoy for mourning, the garment of praise for the\\nspirit of heaviness. 7s. lxi. 3.\\nI have trodden the wine-press alone. 7s. lxiii. 3.\\nWe all do fade as a leaf. 7s. lxiv. 6.\\nPeace, peace when there is no peace.\\nJer. vi. 14 viii. 11.\\nAmend your ways and your doings. Jer. vii. 3.\\nIs there no balm in Gilead is there no phy-\\nsician there Jer. viii. 22.\\nCan the Ethiopian change his skin, or the\\nleopard his spots Jer. xiii. 23.\\nAs if a wheel had been in the midst of a\\nwheel. Ez. x. 10\\nThe fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the\\nchildren s teeth are set on edge. Ez. xviii. 2", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "1.4 OLD TESTAMENT,\\nThou art weighed in the balances, and art\\nfound wanting. Dan. v. 27.\\nThe thing is true, according to the law of the\\nINIedes and Persians, which altereth not.\\nDan. vi. 12,\\nFor they have sown the wind, and they shall\\nreap the whirlwind. Eos. viii, 7.\\nAnd they shall beat their swords into plough-\\nshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks.\\nMic. iv. 3.\\nBut they shall sit every man under his vine and\\nunder his fig-tree. Mic. iv. 4.\\nWrite the vision, and make it plain upon tables,\\nthat he may run that readeth it. Bab. ii. 2.\\nBut unto you that fear my name shall the Sun\\nof righteousness arise with healing in his wings.\\nMai. iv. 2.\\nFor a bird of the air shall carry the voice,\\nand that which hath wings shall tell the matter.\\nEccles. x. 20.\\nHe that toucheth pitch shall be defiled there-\\nwith. Ecclus. xiii. 1.\\nHe will laugh thee to scorn. Ecclus. xiii. 7.\\nGreat is truth and mighty above all things.\\nEsd. iv. 51.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "NEW TESTAMENT. 15\\nAnd Nicanor lay dead in his harness.\\n1 Mac. xv. 28.\\nNEW TESTAMENT.\\nRachel weeping for her children, and would\\nnot be comforted, because they are not.\\nMatt. ii. 18.\\nMan shall not live by bread alone. Matt. iv. 4.\\nYe are the salt of the earth but if the salt\\nhave lost his savor, wherewith shall it be salted\\nMatt. v. 13.\\nYe are the light of the world. A city that is\\nset on an hill cannot be hid. Matt. v. 14.\\nBut when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand\\nknow what thy right hand doeth. Matt. vi. 3.\\nWhere your treasure is, there will your heart\\nbe also. Matt. vi. 21\\nYe cannot serve God and Mammon.\\nMatt. vi. 24.\\nConsider the lilies of the field, how they grow\\nthey toil not, neither do they spin. Matt. vi. 28", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "16 NEW TESTAMENT.\\nTake therefore no thought for the morrow for\\nthe morrow shall take thought for the things of\\nitself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.\\nMatt. vi. 34.\\nNeither east ye your pearls before swine.\\nMatt. vii. 6.\\nAsk, and it shall be given you seek, and ye\\nshall find knock, and it shall be opened unto\\nyou. Matt. vii. 7.\\nThe foxes have holes, and the birds of the air\\nhave nests but the Son of Man hath not where\\nto lay his head. Matt. viii. 20.\\nThe harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers\\nare few. Matt. ix. 37.\\nBe ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless\\nas doves. Matt. x. 16.\\nBut the very hairs of your head are all num-\\nbered. Matt. x. 30.\\nThe tree is known by his fruit. Matt. xii. 33.\\nOut of the abundance of the heart the mouth\\nspeaketh. Matt. xii. 34.\\nA prophet is not without honor, save in his own\\ncountry and in his own house. Matt. xiii. 57.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "NEW TESTAMENT. 17\\nBe of good cheer it is I be not afraid.\\nMatt. xiv. 27.\\nAnd if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall\\ninto the ditch. Matt, xv 14.\\nYet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from\\nI heir masters table. Matt. xv. 27.\\nGet thee behind me, Satan. Matt. xvi. 23\\nFor what is a man profited, if he shall gain the\\nwhole world, and lose his own soul Matt. xvi. 26.\\nIt is good for us to be here. Matt. xvii. 4.\\nWhat therefore God hath joined together let\\nnot man put asunder. Matt. xix. 6.\\nIt is easier for a camel to go through the eye of\\na needle, than for a rich man to enter into the\\nkingdom of God. Matt. xix. 24.\\nWhich have borne the burden and heat of the\\nday. Matt. xx. 12.\\nIs it not lawful for me to do what I will with\\nmine own? Matt. xx. 15..\\nFor many are called, but few are chosen.\\nMatt. xxii. 14.\\n2", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "18 NEW TESTAMENT.\\nYe blind guides, which strain at a gnat, and\\nswallow a camel. Matt, xxiii. 24.\\nFor ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which\\nindeed appear beautiful outward, but are within\\nfull of dead men s bones. Matt, xxiii. 27.\\nFor wheresoever the carcass is, there will he\\neagles be gathered together. Matt. xxiv. 28.\\nUnto every one that hath shall be given, and\\nhe shall have abundance but from him that\\nhath not shall be taken away even that which\\nhe hath. Matt. xxv. 29.\\nWatch and pray, that ye enter not into temp-\\ntation the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh\\nis weak. Mat. xxvi. 41.\\nlie that hath ears to hear, let him hear.\\nMark iv. 9\\nMy name is Legion. Mark v. 9.\\nWhere their worm dieth not, and the fire is not\\nquenched. Mark ix. 44.\\nAnd now also the axe is laid unto the root of\\nthe trees. Luke ill. 9.\\nPhysician, heal thyself. Luke iv. 23", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "NEW TESTAMENT. 19\\nGo, and do thou likewise. Luke x. 37.\\nBut one thing is needful: and Mary hath chosen\\nthat good part, which shall not be taken away from\\nher- Luke x. 42.\\nHe that is not with me is against me.\\nLuke xi. 23.\\nAnd I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much\\ngoods laid up for many years take thine ease, eat,\\ndrink, and be merry. Luke xii. 19.\\nLet your loins be girded about, and your lights\\nburning. Luke xii. 35.\\nFor the children of this world are in their gen-\\neration wiser than the children of light.\\nLuke xvi. 8.\\nIt were better for him that a mill-stone were\\nhanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea.\\nLuke xvii. 2.\\nRemember Lot s wife. Luke xvii. 32.\\nOut of thine own mouth will I judge thee.\\nLuke xix. 22.\\nCan there any good thing come out of Nazareth?\\nJohn i. 46.\\nThe wind bloweth where it listeth. John iii. 8\\nJohn v. 35-", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "20 NEW TESTAMENT.\\nGather up the fragments that remain, that noth-\\ning be lost. John vi. 12.\\nJudge not according to the appearance.\\nJohn vii. 24.\\nFor the poor always ye have with you.\\nJohn xii. 8.\\nWalk while ye have the light, lest darkness\\ncome upon you. John xii. 35.\\nLet not your heart be troubled. John xiv. 1.\\nIn my Father s house are many mansions.\\nJohn xiv. 2.\\nGreater love hath no man than this, that a man\\nlay down his life for his friends. John xv. 13.\\nIt is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.\\nActs ix. 5.\\nTt is more blessed to give than to receive.\\nActs xx. 35.\\nFor there is no respect of persons with God.\\nTwin. ii. 11.\\nAs some affirm that Ave say, Let us do evil that\\ngood may come. Rom. iii. 8\\nFor the wages of sin is death. Rom. vi. 23.\\nAnd we know that all things work together foi\\ngood to them that love God. AW. viii. 28", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "NEW TESTAMENT. 21\\nA zeal of God, but not according to knowledge.\\nRom. x. 2\\nBe not wise in your own conceits. Rom. xii. 16.\\nTherefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him if\\nhe thirst, give him drink for in so doing thou\\nshalt heap coals of fire on his head. Rom. xii. 20.\\nBe not overcome of evil, but overcome evil\\nwith good. Rom. xii. 21.\\nThe powers that be are ordained of God.\\nRom. xiii. 1.\\nRender therefore to all their dues. Rom. xiii. 7.\\nLove is the fulfilling of the law. Rom. xiii. 10.\\nLet every man be fully persuaded in his own\\nmind. Rom. xiv. 5.\\nI have planted, Apollos watered but God gave\\nthe increase. 1 Cor. iii. 6.\\nEvery man s work shall be made manifest.\\n1 Cor. iii. 13.\\nNot to think of men above that which is\\nwritten.* 1 Cor. iv. 6.\\nAbsent in body, but present in spirit. 1 Cor. v. 3.\\nAlways quoted, to be icise above that which is written.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "22 NEW TESTAMENT.\\nKnow ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the\\nwhole lump 1 Cor. v. 6\\nFor the fashion of this world passeth away.\\n1 Cor. vii. 81.\\nI am made all things to all men. l Cor. ix. 22\\nWherefore let him that thinketh he standeth\\ntake heed lest he fall. l Cor. x. 12.\\nAs sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.\\n1 Cor. xiii. 1.\\nWhen I was a child, I spake as a child.\\n1 Cor. xiii. 11.\\nFor now we see through a glass, darkly.\\n1 Cor. xiii. 12.\\nBe not deceived evil communications corrupt\\ngood maimers.* 1 Cor. xv. 33.\\nThe first man is of the earth, earthy.\\n1 Cor. xv. 47.\\nIn the twinkling of an eye. l Cor. xv. 52.\\nO death, where is thy sting grave, where\\nis thy victory 1 Cor. xv. 55-\\nQdeipovoiv j/ 7j xpV a ofii/.iai Kauai. Mexaxdeh. f\\nBonos coirumpunt mores congressns irmli.\\nTektullian, Ad Uxorem, Lib. I. c. 8.\\nt Diihner s edition of his Fragments, appended to Aris-\\ntophanes in Didot s Bibliotheca Grseca, p. 102, 1. 102.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "NEW TESTAMENT. 23\\nNot of the letter, but of the spirit for the let-\\nter killeth, but the spirit giveth life. 2 Cor. iii. G.\\nWe walk by faith, not by sight. 2 Cor. v. 7.\\nBehold, now is the accepted time. 2 Cor. vi. 2.\\nBy evil report and good report. 2 Cor. vi. 8.\\nFor every man shall bear his own burden.\\nGal. vi. 5.\\nWhatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also\\nreap. Gal. vi. 7.\\nBe ye angry, and sin not let not the sun go\\ndown upon your wrath. Eph. iv. 26.\\nWhose -God is their belly, and whose glory is\\nin their shame. Phil, iii. 19.\\nFor to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.\\nPhil. i. 21.\\nTouch not taste not handle not. Col. ii. 21.\\nRemembering without censing your work of\\nfaith, and labor of love. 1 Tliess. i. 3.\\nProve all things hold fast that which is good.\\n1 Tkess. v. 21.\\nNot greedy of filthy lucre. 1 Tim. iii. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "24 NEW TESTAMENT.\\nThe laborer is worthy of his reward.*\\n1 Tim. v. 18.\\nDrink no longer water, but use a little wine Jor\\nthy stomach s sake. 1 Tim. v. 23\\nFor the love of money is the root of all evil.\\n1 Tim. vi. 10\\nScience falsely so called. 1 2V/n. vi. 20.\\nI have fought a good fight, I have finished my\\ncourse, I have kept the faith. 2 Tim. iv. 7.\\nUnto the pure, all things are pure. Titus i. 15.\\nNow faith is the substance of things hoped for,\\nthe evidence of things not seen. Heb. xi. 1.\\nOf whom the world was not worthy. Heb. xi. 38.\\nA cloud of witnesses. Heb. xii. 1.\\nFor whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.\\nHeb. xii. 6\\nBe not forgetful to entertain strangers, for\\nthereby some have entertained angels unawares.\\nHeb. xiii. 2.\\nBlessed is the man that endureth temptation\\nfor when he is tried, he shall receive the crown\\nof life. James i. 12.\\nThe laborer is worthy of his hire. Luke x. 7.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "NEW TESTAMENT. 25\\nBehold, how great a matter a little fire kin-\\ndleth James iii. 5.\\nResist the devil, and he will flee from you.\\nJames 7\\nCharity shall cover the multitude of sins.\\n1 Peter iv. 8,\\nBe sober, be vigilant because your adversary,\\nthe Devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seek-\\ning whom he may devour. 1 Peter v. 8.\\nBut the day of the Lord will come as a thief\\nin the night.* 2 Peter iii. 10.\\nThere is no fear in love but perfect love\\ncasteth out fear. 1 John iv. 18.\\nBe thou faithful unto death. Eev. ii. 10.\\nHe shall rule them with a rod of iron.\\nRev. ii. 27.\\nI am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the\\nend, the first and the last. R ev xxii. 13.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "26 BOOK OB COMMON PRAYER.\\nBOOK OF COMMON PRAYER.\\nWe have left undone those things which we\\nought to have done and we have done those\\nthings which we ought not to have done.\\nMorning Prayer.\\nThe iron entered into his soul. p s cv. 18.\\nRead, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.\\nCollect fur the Second Sunday in Advent.\\nIn the midst of life we are in death.*\\nThe Burial Service.\\nEarth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.\\nIbid.\\nAnd though he promise to his loss,\\nHe makes his promise good.\\nTate and Brady. Ps. xv. 5.\\nThis is derived from a Latin Antiphon, said to have been\\ncomposed by Xotker, a monk of St. Gall, in 911, while watch-\\ning some workmen building a bridge at Martinsbriicke, in peril\\nof their lives. It forms the ground-work of Luther s Anti-\\nphon De Morte.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "27\\nEDMUND SPENSER. 1553-1599.\\nFAERIE QUEENE.\\nThe noblest mind the best contentment has.\\nBook i. Canto i. St. 35.\\nHer angels face,\\nAs the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,\\nAnd made a sunshine hi the shady place.\\nBook i. Canto iii. St. 4.\\nEntire affection hateth nicer hands.\\nBook i. Canto viii. St. 40.\\nThat darksome cave they enter, where they find\\nThat cursed man, low sitting on the ground,\\nMusing full sadly in his sullein mind.\\nBook i. Canto ix. St. 35.\\nNo daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd,\\nNo arborett with painted blossoms drest\\nAnd smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd\\nTo bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al\\narownd. Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.\\nHer berth was of the wombe of morning dew,\\nAnd her conception of the joyous prime.\\nBook iii. Canto vL St. 3.\\nDan Chaucer, well of English undefyled.\\nBook iv. Canto ii. St. 32,\\nWhat more felicitie can fall to creature\\nThan to enjoy delight with libertie,\\nAnd to be lord of all the workes of Nature,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "28 SPEXSER.\\nTo mine in th aire from earth to highest skie,\\nTo feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.\\nThe Fate of the Butterfly. Line 209.\\nJ was promised on a time\\nTo have reason for my rhyme\\nFrom that time unto this season,\\n1 received nor rhyme nor reason.*\\nLines on his promised Pensici.\\nFor of the soul the body form doth take,\\nFor soul is form, and dotli the body make.\\nHymn in Honor of Beauty. Line 132.\\nA sweet attractive kinde of grace,\\nA full assurance given by lookes,\\nContinuall comfort in a face\\nThe lineaments of gospel-books.\\nElegiac on a Friend s Passion for his Astrophe!l.\\\\\\nFull little knowest tho\\\\i that hast not tride,\\nWhat hell it is in suing long to bide\\nTo loose good dayes that might be better spent,\\nTo wast long nights in pensive discontent\\nTo speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow\\nTo feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.\\nTo fret thy soule with crosses and with cares\\nTo cate thy heart tlu-ough comfortlesse dispaires\\nTo fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne,\\nTo spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.\\nMotlier Hubberd s Tale. Line 895.\\nSee Proverbs; page 409.\\nt Todd has shown that this poem was written by Mathew\\nRoydou.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 20\\nSHAKSPEAKE. 1564-1616.\\nTEMPEST.\\nMy library\\nWas dukedom large enough. Act i. Sc. 2\\nFrom the still-vexed Bermoothes. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nI will be correspondent to command,\\nAnd do my spriting gently. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nFull fathom five thy father lies\\nOf his bones are coral made\\nThose are pearls that were his eyes\\nNothing of him that doth fade,\\nBut doth sutler a sea-change\\nInto something rich and strange.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nThere s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple\\nIf the ill spirit have so fair a house,\\nGood things will strive to dwell with t.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nA very ancient and fish-like smell. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nMisery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nFer. Here s my hand.\\nMir. And mine, with my heart in it.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "30 SEAKSPEARE.\\nDeeper than e er plummet sounded. Act hi. Sc 3.\\nOur revels now are ended these our actors,\\nAs I foretold you, were all spirits, and\\nAre melted into air, into thin air\\nAnd, like the baseless fabric of this vision,\\nThe cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,\\nThe solemn temples, the great globe itself,\\nYea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,\\nAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,\\nLeave not a wreck behind. We are such stuff\\nAs dreams are made on and our little life\\nIs rounded with a sleep. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nDeeper than did ever plummet sound,\\nI 11 drown my book. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nWhere the bee sucks, there suck I\\nIn a cowslip s bell I lie. Ad v. Sc. 1.\\nTWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.\\nHome-keeping youth have ever homely wits.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nI have no other but a woman s reason I think\\nhim so, because I think him so. Act i. Sc. 2.\\n0, how this spring of love resembleth\\nThe uncertain glory of an April day. Act i. Sc. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 81\\nHe makes sweet music with tli enamel d stones,\\nGiving a gentle kiss to every sedge\\nHe overtaketh in his pilgrimage. Act ii. 3c 7\\nThat man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,\\nIf with his tongue he cannot win a woman.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nExcept I be by Sylvia in the night,\\nIs she not passing fair Act iv. Sc. 4.\\nHow use doth breed a habit in a man. Act v. Sc. 4.\\nCOMEDY OF ERRORS.\\nOne Pinch a hungry lean-faced villain,\\nA mere anatomy. Ad v. Sc. 1.\\nA needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,\\nA living dead man. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nMERRY WIVES OF AVINDSOR.\\nAll his successors, gone before him, have\\ndone t; and all his ancestors, that come aftei\\nhim, may. Act i. Sc. 1\\nIt is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "32 SHAKSPEARE.\\nMine host of the Garter. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nConvey, the wise it call. Steal foh a fico for\\nthe phrase Act i. Sc. 3.\\nThe humor of it. Act ii. Sc. 1\\nFaith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.\\nAct ii. Sc 1.\\nWhy, then the world s mine oyster,\\nWhich I with sword will open. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nOh, what a world of vile ill-favored faults\\nLooks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4.\\nI have a kind of alacrity in sinking. Act iii. Sc. 5.\\nThe rankest compound of villanous smell, that\\never offended nostril. Act iii. Sc. 5.\\nA man of my kidney. Act iii. Sc. 5.\\nThink of that, Master Brook. Act iii. Sc. 5.\\nIn his old luncs again. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nThey say there is divinity in odd numbers,\\neither in nativity, chance, or death. Act v. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE\\nMEASURE FOR MEASURE.\\nThyself and thy belongings\\nAre not thine own so proper, as to waste\\nThyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.\\nHeaven doth with us as we with torches do,\\nNot light them for themselves for if our virtues\\nDid not go forth of us, t were all alike\\nAs if we had them not. Spirits are not finely\\ntouched,\\nBut to fine issues nor Nature never lends\\nThe smallest scruple of her excellence,\\nBut, like a thrifty goddess, she determines\\nHerself the glory of a creditor,\\nBoth thanks and use. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nI hold you as a thing enskyed and sainted.\\nAct i. Sc. 5\\nOur doubts are traitors,\\nAnd make us lose the good we oft might win,\\nBy fearing to attempt. Act i. Sc. 5.\\nThe jury, passing on the prisoner s life,\\nMay in the sworn twelve have a thief or two\\nGuiltier than him they try. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nThis will last out a night in Russia,\\nWhen nights are longest there. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nCondemn the fault, but not the actor of it.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\n3", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "34 SEAKSPEARE.\\nNo ceremony that to great ones longs,\\nNot the king s crown, nor the deputed sword,\\nThe marshal s truncheon, nor the judge s robe,\\nBecome them with one half so good a grace,\\nAs mercy does. Act ii. Sc 2.\\nWhy, all the souls that were, were forfeit once\\nAnd he that might the vantage best have took,\\nFound out the remedy. Act ii Sc. 2.\\n0, it is excellent\\nTo have a giant s strength but it is tyrannous\\nTo use it like a giant. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nBut man, proud man,\\nDress d in a little brief authority,\\nMost ignorant of what he s most assured,\\nHis glassy essence, like an angry ape,\\nPlays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven,\\nAs make the angels weep. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nThat in the captain s but a choleric word.\\nWhich in the soldier is flat blasphemy.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nThe miserable have no other medicine,\\nBut only hope. Act iii. Sc. 1,\\nServile to all the skyey influences. Act iii Sc. 1\\nPalsied eld. Act iii. Sc. 1", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 35\\nThe sense of death is most in apprehension\\nAnd the poor beetle, that, we tread upon,\\nIn corporal sufferance finds a pang as gree\\nAs when a giant dies. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nAy, but to die, and go we know not where\\nTo lie in cold obstruction, and to rot\\nThis sensible warm motion to become\\nA kneaded clod and the delighted spirit\\nTo bathe in fiery floods, or to reside\\nIn thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice\\nTo be imprison d in the vieAvless winds\\nAnd blown with restless violence round about\\nThe pendent world. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nThe weariest and most loathed worldly life,\\nThat age, ache, penury, and imprisonment\\nCan lay on nature, is a paradise\\nTo what we fear of death. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nVirtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nTake, take those lips away,\\nThat so sweetly were forsworn\\nAnd those eyes, the break of day,\\nLights that do mislead the morn\\nBut my kisses bring again, bring again,\\nSeals of Love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.*\\nAct iv. Sc. 1.\\nThis song is found in The Bloody Brother, or Bollo,\\nDuke of Normandy, by Beaumont and Fletcher, Act v. Sc.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "36 SHAKSPEARE.\\nEvery true man s apparel fits your thief.\\nAct iv. Sc 2\\nGainst the tooth of time\\nAnd razure of oblivion. Act v. Sc. 1\\nMy business in this state\\nMade me a looker-on here in Vienna. Act v. Sc L\\nThey say, best men are moulded out of faults.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nMUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.\\nHe hath indeed better bettered expectation.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nA very valiant trencherman. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nA skirmish of wit between them. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nAs merry as the day is long. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nFriendship is constant in all other things,\\nSave in the office and affairs of love.\\nTherefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues\\nLet every eye negotiate for itself,\\nAnd trust no agent. Act ii. Sc 1.\\nSilence is the perfectest herald of joy I were\\nbut little happy, if I could say how much.\\nAct ii. Sc 1.\\n2, with an additional stanza. There has been much contro-\\nversy about the authorship, but the more probable opinion\\nseems to be that the second stanza was added by Fletcher", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 37\\nSigh no more, ladies, sigh no more\\nMen were deceivers ever\\nOne foot in sea, and one on shore\\nTo one thing constant never.\\nAct ii. Sc. 3.\\nSits the wind in that corner Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nShall quips, and sentences, and these paper\\nbullets of the brain, awe a man from the career\\nof his humor Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nNo the world must be peopled. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nWhen I said I would die a bachelor, I did not\\nthink I should live till I were married.\\nAct ii. Sc. 3.\\nSome, Cupid kills with arrows, some with\\ntraps. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nEvery one can master a grief, but he that has it.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nAre you good men and true An iii. Sc. 3.\\nTo be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune\\nbut to write and read comes by nature.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.\\nThe fashion wears out more apparel than the\\nman. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nIs most tolerable, and not to be endured.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "88 SHAKSPEARE.\\nComparisons are odorous. Act iii. Sc. 5\\nA good old man, sir he will be talking.\\nAct iii. Sc. 5.\\nO, what men dare do what men may do\\nWhat men daily do not knowing what they do.\\nAct iv. Sc. 1\\nI have marked\\nA thousand blushing apparitions start\\nInto her face a thousand innocent shames,\\nIn angel whiteness, bear away those blushes.\\nAct iv. Sc. 1,\\nThe idea of her life shall sweetly creep\\nInto his study of imagination. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nInto the eye and prospect of his soul. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nFlat burglary, as ever was committed.\\nAct iv. Sc. 2.\\nO that he were here to write me down an ass.\\nAct iv. Sc. 2.\\nA fellow that hath had losses and one that\\nhath two gowns, and everything handsome about\\nhim. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nTis all men s office to speak patience\\nTo those that wring under the load of sorrow\\nBut no man s virtue, nor sufficiency,\\nTo be so moral, when he shall endure\\nThe like himself. Act v. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "SEAKSPEAhE. 39\\nFor there was never yet philosopher\\nThat could endure the toothache patiently.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nI was not born under a rhyming planet. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nDone to death by slanderous tongues. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nMIDSUMMER NIGHT S DREAM.\\nBut earthlier happy is the rose distilled,\\nThan that which, withering on the virgin thorn,\\nGrows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nFor aught that ever I could read,\\nCould ever hear by tale or history,\\nThe course of true love never did run smooth.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nLove looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,\\nAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nMasters, spread yourselves. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nThis is Ercles vein. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nI will roar you as gently as any sucking dove\\nI will roar you an t were any nightingale.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nA proper man, as one shall see in a summer s day.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nAnd certain stars shot madly from their spheres,\\nTo hear the sea-maid s music. Act ii. Sc. 2.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "40 SHAKSPEARE.\\nIn maiden meditation, fancy free. Act ii. Sc. 2,\\nI ll put a girdle round about the earth,\\nIn forty minutes. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nI know a bank, whereon the wild thyme blows,\\nWhere ox-lips and the nodding violet grows.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nA lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nBless thee Bottom bless thee thou art translated.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nSo we grew together,\\nLike to a double cherry, seeming parted.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nI have an exposition of sleep come upon me.\\nAct iv. Sc. 1.\\nThe lunatic, the lover, and the poet,\\nAre of imagination all compact. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nThe lover, all as frantic,\\nSees Helen s beauty in a brow of Egypt.\\nThe poet s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,\\nDoth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to\\nheaven,\\nAnd as imagination bodies forth\\nThe forms of things unknown, the poet s pen\\nTurns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing\\nA local habitation, and a name. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nThe best in this kind are but shadows. Act v. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 41\\nLOVES LABORS LOST.\\nLight, seeking light, doth light of light heguile.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nSmall have continual plodders ever won,\\nSave base authority from other s books.\\nThese earthly godfathers of heaven s lights,\\nThat give a name to every fixed star,\\nHave no more profit of their shining nights\\nThan those that walk and wot not what they\\nare. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nThat unlettered, small-knowing soul. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nA child of our grandmother Eve, a female\\nOr, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nThe rational hind Costard. Act i Sc. 2\\nDevise, wit write, pen for I am for whole\\nvolumes in folio. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nA merrier man,\\nWithin the limit of becoming mirth,\\nI never spent an hour s talk withal. Act ii. Sc, 1.\\nSo sweet and voluble is his discourse.\\nAct ii. Sc. 1.\\nA very beadle to a humorous sigh. Act iii. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "42 SEAKSPEARE.\\nThis senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid\\nRegent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,\\nThe anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,\\nLiege of all loiterers and malcontents. Act iii. Sc. 1,\\nHe hath never fed of the dainties that are bred\\nin a book. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nDictynna, good-man Dull. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nThese are begot in the ventricle of memory,\\nnourished in the womb of pia mater, and deliv-\\nered upon the mellowing of occasion. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nFor where is any author in the world,\\nTeaches such beauty as a woman s eye\\nLearning is but an adjunct to ourself.\\nAct iv. Sc. 3.\\nIt adds a precious seeing to the eye. Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nAs sweet, and musical,\\nAs bright Apollo s lute, strung with his hair\\nAnd, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods\\nMakes heaven drowsy with the harmony.\\nAct iv. Sc. 3.\\nThey have been at a great feast of languages,\\nand stolen the scraps. Act v. Sc. 1\\nHe draweth out the thread of his verbosity\\nfiner than the staple of his argument.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 43\\nIn the posteriors of this day; which the rude\\nmultitude call the afternoon. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nThey have measured many a mile,\\nTo tread a measure with you on this grass.\\nAd v. Sc 2.\\nA jest s prosperity lies in the ear\\nOf him that hears it, never in the tongue\\nOf him that makes it. Act v. Sc. 2\\nWhen daisies pied, and violets Hue,\\nAnd lady-smocks all silver white,\\nAnd cuckoo buds of yellow hue,\\nDo paint the meadows with delight.\\nAct v. Sc. 2.\\nMERCHANT OF VENICE.\\nNow, by two-headed Janus,\\nNature hath framed strange fellows in her time.\\nAct i. Sc. i.\\nThough Nestor swear the jest be laughable.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nYou have too much respect upon the world\\nThey lose it, that do buy it with much care.\\nAct i. Sc. I.\\nI hold the world but as the world, Gratiano\\nA stage, where every man must play a part,\\nAnd mine a sad one. Act i. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "44 SHAKSPEARE.\\nWhy should a man, whose blood is warm within,\\nSit like his grandsire cut in alabaster\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nI am Sir Oracle,\\nAnd when I ope my lips, let no dog bark\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nGratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing;\\nmore than any man in all Venice. His reasons\\nare as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of\\nchaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them\\nand, when you have them, they are not worth the\\nsearch. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nGod made him, and therefore let him pass for\\na man. Act i. Sc. 2\\nShips are but boards, sailors but men there be\\nland-rats, and water-rats, land-thieves, and water-\\nthieves. Act Sc. 3.\\nI will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nEven there, where merchants most do congre-\\ngate. Act i. Sc. 3\\nThe devil can cite scripture for his purpose.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nA goodly apple rotten at the heart\\n0, what a goodly outside falsehood hath\\nAct i. Sc. 3", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEAKE. 45\\nMany a time, and oft,\\nIn the Kialto, you have rated me. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nSufferance is the badge of all our tribe.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nIn a bondman s key,\\nWith bated breath, and whispering humbleness.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nIt is a wise father that knows his own child.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nVile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. Act ii. Sc. 5.\\nAll things that are,\\nAre with more spirit chased than enjoyed.\\nAct ii. Sc. 6,\\nI am a Jew hath not a Jew eyes hath not a\\nJew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections,\\npassions Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nThus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall\\ninto Charybdis, your mother.* Act iii. Sc. 5.\\nWhat wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee\\ntwice Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nThe quality of mercy is not strained\\nIt droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven\\nUpon the place beneath it is twice blessed\\nJncidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim.\\nPhilippe Gualtiek, (12 century,) Darius. Book v.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "46 SHAKSPEABE.\\nIt blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.\\nTis mightiest in the mightiest it becomes\\nThe throned monarch better than his crown\\nHis sceptre shows the force of temporal power,\\nThe attribute to awe and majesty,\\nWherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings\\nBut mercy is above this sceptred sway\\nIt is enthroned in the hearts of kings,\\nIt is an attribute to God himself,\\nAnd earthly power doth then show likest God s,\\nWhen mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,\\nThough justice be thy plea, consider this,\\nThat in the course of justice, none of us\\nShould see salvation we do pray for mercy\\nAnd that same prayer doth teach us all to\\nrender\\nThe deeds of mercy. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nYou take my house, when you do take the prop\\nThat doth sustain my house you take my life,\\nWhen you do take the means whereby I live.\\nAct iv. Sc. 1.\\nA Daniel come to judgment. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nIs it so nominated in the bond Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nI have thee on the hip. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nI thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.\\nAct iv. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "SRAKSPEARE. 47\\nHe is well paid, that is well satisfied.\\nAct iv. Sc. 1.\\nHow sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank\\nAct v. Sc. I.\\nLook, how the floor of Heaven\\nIs thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.\\nThere s not the smallest orb which thou behold st,\\nBut in his motion like an angel sings,\\nStill quiring to the young-eyed cherubims\\nSuch harmony is in immortal souls\\nBut, whilst this muddy vesture of decay\\nDoth grossly close it in, we caimot hear it.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nI am never merry when I hear sweet music.\\nAct v. Sc. I.\\nThe man that hath no music in himself,\\nNor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,\\nIs fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils\\nThe motions of his spirit are dull as night,\\nAnd his affections dark as Erebus\\nLet no such man be trusted. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nHow far that little candle throws his beams\\nSo shines a good deed in a naughty world.\\nAct v. Sc. 1\\nAS YOU LIKE IT.\\nWell said that was laid on with a trowel.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nMy pride fell with my fortunes. Act i. Sc. 2-", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "48 SHAKSPEARE.\\nGel. Not a word\\nRos. Not one to throw at a dog. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nhow full of briars is this working-day world\\nAct i. Sc 3.\\nWe ll have a swashing and a martial outside.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nSweet are the uses of adversity,\\nWhich, like the toad, ugly and venomous,\\nWears yet a precious jewel in his head\\nAnd this our life, exempt from public haunt,\\nFinds tongues in trees, books in the running\\nbrooks,\\nSermons in stones, and good in everything.\\nAct ii. Sc. 1.\\nThe big round tears\\nCours d one another down his innocent nose\\nIn piteous chase. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nPoor deer, quoth he, thou mak st a testament,\\nAs worldlings do, giving thy sum of more\\nTo that which hath too much. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nAnd he that doth the ravens feed,\\nYea, providently caters for the sparrow,\\nBe comfort to my age Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nFor in my youth I never did apply\\nHot and rebellious liquors in my blood.\\nAct ii. Sc. 3", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 49\\nTherefore my age is as a lusty winter,\\nFrosty, but kindly. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nO good old man how well in thee appears\\nThe constant service of the antique world,\\nWhen service sweat for duty, not for meed\\nThou art not for the fashion of these times,\\nWhen none will sweat, but for promotion.\\nAct ii. Sc 3.\\nAnd railed on lady Fortune in good terms,\\nIn good set terms. Act ii. Sc. 7.\\nAnd looking on it with lack-lustre eye,\\nSays, very wisely, It is ten o clock.\\nThus we may see, quoth he, how the Avorld\\nwags. Act ii. Sc. 7.\\nAnd so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,\\nAnd then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot,\\nAnd thereby hangs a tale. Act ii. Sc. 7.\\nMy lungs began to crow like chanticleer.\\nAct ii. Sc. 7.\\nMotley s the only wear. Act ii. Sc. 7.\\nIf ladies be but young and fair,\\nThey have the gift to know it and in his brain,\\nWhich is as dry as the remainder biscuit\\nAfter a voyage, he hath strange places crammed\\nWith observation. Act ii. Sc. 7.\\n4", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "50 SHAKSPEARE.\\nI must have liberty\\nWithal, as large a charter as the wind,\\nTo blow on whom I please. Act ii. Sc. 7\\nThe why is plain as way to parish church.\\nAct ii. Sr. 7.\\nAll the world s a stage\\nAnd all the men and women merely players\\nThey have their exits and their entrances\\nAnd one man in his time plays many parts.\\nHis acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,\\nMewling and puking hi the nurse s arms\\nThen, the whining school-boy, with his satchel,\\nAnd shining, morning face, creeping like snail\\nUnwillingly to school. And then the lover,\\nSighing like furnace, with a woful ballad\\nMade to his mistress eyebrow. Then a soldier,\\nFull of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,\\nJealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,\\nSeeking the bubble reputation\\nEven in the cannon s mouth. And then, the jus-\\ntice,\\nIn fair round belly with good capon lin d,\\nWith eyes severe and beard of formal cut,\\nFull of wise saws and modern instances,\\nAnd so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts\\nInto the lean and slippered pantaloon,\\nWith spectacles on nose, and pouch on side\\nHis youthful hose well saved, a world too Avide\\nFor his shrank shank and his big manly voice,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 51\\nTurning again toward childish treble, pipes\\nAnd whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,\\nThat ends this strange, eventful history,\\nIs second childishness and mere oblivion\\nSans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans evfrything.\\nAct vl. Sc. 7.\\nBlow, blow, thou winter wind,\\nThou art not so unkind\\nAs man s ingratitude. Act ii. Sc. 7.\\nThe fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nHast any philosophy in thee, shepherd\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nwonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful\\nwonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after\\nthat out of all whooping. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nEvery one fault seeming monstrous, till his\\nfellow-fault came to match it. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nNeither rhyme nor reason can express how\\nmuch.* Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nTruly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.\\nDown on your knees,\\nAnd thank heaven, fasting, for a good man s love.\\nAct iii. Sc. 5\\nSee Spenser, ante, p. 28.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "52 SHAKSPEARE.\\nIt is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of\\nmany simples, which, by often\\nrumination, wraps me in a most humorous sad-\\nness. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nVery good orators, when they are out, they will\\nspit. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nI had rather have a fool to make me merry,\\nthan experience to make me sad. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nMen have died from time to time, and worms\\nhave eaten them, but not for love. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nMen are April when they woo, December when\\nthey wed. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nPacing through the forest,\\nChewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.\\nAct iv. Sc 3.\\nNo sooner met, but they looked; no sooner\\nlooked, but they loved no sooner loved, but\\nthey sighed no sooner sighed, but they asked\\none another the reason. Act t. Sc. 2.\\nHow bitter a thing it is to look into happiness\\nthrough another man s eyes Act v. Sc 2.\\nAn ill-favored thing, sir, but mine own.\\nAct v. Sc. 4.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 53\\nThe Eetort courteous the Lie direct. Act v. Sc. 4.\\nYour If is the only peacemaker much virtue\\nin If Act v. Sc. 4.\\nGood wine needs no bush. Epilogue.\\nTAMING OF THE SHREW.\\nAs Stephen Sly, and, old John Naps of Greece,\\nAnd Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell\\nAnd twenty more such names and men as these,\\nWhich never were, nor no man ever saw.\\nInduction, Sc. 2.\\nNo profit grows where is no pleasure ta en\\nIn brief, sir, study what you most affect.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nThere is small choice in rotten apples. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nAnd thereby hangs a tale.* Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nMy cake is dough. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nIntolerable, not to be endured. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nA woman moved is like a fountain troubled\\nMuddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.\\nAct v. Sc. 2.\\nOthello; Act Hi. Sc. 1. Merry Wives ofWindsor; Act\\ni. Sc. 4. As You Like It; Act ii. Sc. 7.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "54 SHAKSPEABE.\\nwinter s TALE.\\nA snapper- up of unconsidered trifles. Act iv Sc. 2\\nA merry heart goes all the day,\\nYour sad tires in a mile-a. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nDaffodils,\\nThat come before the swallow dares, and take\\nThe winds of March with beauty violets, dim,\\nBut sweeter than the lids of Juno s eyes,\\nOr Cytherea s breath. Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nWhen you do dance, I wish you\\nA wave o the sea, that you might ever do\\nNothing but that. Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL.\\nIt were all one,\\nThat I should love a bright particular star,\\nAnd think tS wed it. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nThe hind that would be mated by the lion,\\nMust die for love. Act i. Sc. 1\\nOur remedies oft in ourselves do lie,\\nWhich we ascribe to Heaven. Act i. Sc L\\nOft expectation fails, and most oft there\\nWhere most it promises. Act ii. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 55\\nFrom lowest place when virtuous things proceed,\\nThe place is dignified by the doer s deed.\\nAct ii. Sc. 3.\\nThe web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good\\nand ill together. Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nWhose words all ears took captive. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nThe inaudible and noiseless foot of time.\\nAct v. Sc. 3.\\nPraising what is lost\\nMakes the remembrance dear. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nAll impediments in fancy s course\\nAre motives of more fancy. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nTWELFTH NIGHT.\\nIf music be the food of love, play on,\\nGive me excess of it that, surfeiting,\\nThe appetite may sicken, and so die.\\nThat strain again it had a dying fall\\nO, it came o er my ear like the sweet south,\\nThat breathes \\\\ipon a bank of violets,\\nStealing and giving odor. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nI am sure care s an enemy to life. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nT is beauty truly blent, whose red and white\\nNature s own sweet and cunning hand laid on.\\nAct i. Sc. 5.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "56 SEAKSPEARE.\\nJourneys end in lovers meeting\\nEvery wise man s son doth know. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nSir To. Dost thou think, because thou art vir-\\ntuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale\\nGlo. Yes, by Saint -Anne and ginger shall be\\nhot i the mouth too. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nLet still the woman take\\nAn elder than herself; so wears she to him,\\nSo sways she level in her husband s heart.\\nFor, boy,, however we do praise ourselves,\\nOur fancies are more giddy and unfirm,\\nMore longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,\\nThan women s are. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nShe never told her love,\\nBut let concealment, like a worm i the bud,\\nFeed on her damask cheek she pined in thought,\\nAnd, with a green and yellow melancholy,\\nShe sat, like Patience on a monument,\\nSmiling at grief. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nI am all the daughters of my father s house,\\nAnd all the brothers too. Act ii. Sc 4.\\nAn you had any eye behind you, you might\\nsee more detraction at your heels, than fortune\\nbefore you. Act ii. Sc. 5", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 57\\nSome are born great, some achieve greatness,\\nand some have greatness thrust upon them.\\nAct ii. Sc. 5.\\n0, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful\\nIn the contempt and anger of his lip Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nLove sought is good, but given unsought is better.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nLet there be gall enough in thy ink though\\nthou write with a goose-pen, no matter.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nStill you keep o the windy side of the law.\\nAct ii. Sc. 3.\\nAn I thought he had been valiant, and so cun-\\nning in fence, I d have seen him damned ere I d\\nhave challenged him. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nClo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras con-\\ncerning wild-fowl\\nMai. That the soul of our grandam might haply\\ninhabit a bird.\\nClo. What thinks t thou of his opinion\\nMai. I think nobly of the soul, and no way ap-\\nprove his opinion. Act iii. Sc, 4.\\nThus the whirligig of time brings in his re-\\nvenges. Act v. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "58 shakspeAre.\\nking john.\\nLord of thy presence, and no land beside.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nAnd if his name be George, I ll call him Peter\\nFor new-made honor doth forget men s names.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nHe is but a bastard to the time,\\nThat doth not smack of observation. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nSweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age s tooth.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nFor courage mounteth with occasion. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nI would that I were low laid in my grave\\nI am not worth this coil that s made for me.\\nAct ii. Sc. 1.\\nHere I and sorrow sit\\nHere is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.\\nAct ii. Sc. 1\\nThou slave, thou wretch, thou coward,\\nThou little valiant, great in villany\\nThou ever strong upon the stronger side\\nThou fortune s champion, that dost never fight\\nBut when her humorous ladyship is by\\nTo teach thee safety Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nThou wear a lion s hide doff it for shame,\\nAnd hang a calf s skin on those recreant limbs.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "SEAKSPEARE. 59\\nGrief fills the room up of my absent child,\\nLies in his bed, walks up and down with me\\nPuts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,\\nRemembers me of all his gracious parts,\\nStuffs out his vacant garments with his form\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\nAct iii. Sc. 1\\nLife is as tedious as a twice-told tale,\\nVexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nWhen fortune means to men most good,\\nShe looks upon them with a threatening eye.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4.\\nAnd he that stands upon a slippery place,\\nMakes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.\\nAct iii. Sc. i.\\nTo gild refined gold, to paint the lily,\\nTo throw a perfume on the violet,\\nTo smooth the ice, or add another hue\\nUnto the rainbow, or with taper-light,\\nTo seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,\\nIs wasteful and ridiculous excess. Act iy. Sc. 2.\\nAnd, oftentimes, excusing of a fault,\\nDoth make the fault the worse by the excuse.\\nAct iv. Sc. 2.\\nHow oft the sight of means to do ill deeds\\nMakes ill deeds done Act iv. Sc 2,\\nMocking the air with colors idly spread.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "60 SHAKSPEARE.\\nKING RICHARD II.\\nAll places that the eye of Heaven visits,\\nAre to a wise man ports and happy havens.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nOh, who can hold a fire in his hand,\\nBy thinking on the frosty Caucasus\\nOr cloy the hungry edge of appetite,\\nBy bare imagination of a feast Act i. Sc. 3.\\nThe apprehension of the good\\nGives but the greater feeling to the worse.\\nAct i. Sc 3.\\nThe ripest fruit first falls. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nNot all the waters in the rough rude sea\\nCan wash the balm from an anointed king.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nAnd nothing can we call our own but death\\nAnd that small module of the barren earth,\\nWhich serves as paste and cover to our bones.\\nFor heaven s sake, let us sit upon the ground,\\nAnd tell sad stories of the death of kings.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nKING HENRY IV. PART I.\\nIn those holy fields,\\nOver whose acres walked those blessed feet,\\nWhich, fourteen hundred years ago, were nailed\\nFor our advantage, on the bitter cross. Act i. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 61\\nDiana s foresters, gentlemen of the shade, min-\\nions of the moon. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nOld father antic the law. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nThou hast damnable iteration. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nAnd now am I, if a man should speak truly,\\nlittle better than one of the wicked. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nT is my vocation, Hal t is no sin for a man\\nto labor in his vocation. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nHe will give the devil his due. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nAnd as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,\\nHe called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,\\nTo bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse\\nBetwixt the wind and his nobility. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nAnd that it was great pity, so it was,\\nThis villanous saltpetre should be digged\\nOut of the bowels of the harmless earth,\\nWhich many a good tall fellow had destroy d\\nSo cowardly and but for these vile guns\\nHe would himself have been a soldier.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nThe blood more stirs,\\nTo rouse a lion, than to start a hare. Act i. Sc 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "62 SHAKSPEARE.\\nBy heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,\\nTo pluck bright honor from the pale-faced moon\\nOr dive into the bottom of the deep,\\nWhere fathom-line could never touch the ground,\\nAnd pluck up drowned honor by the locks.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nI know a trick worth two of that. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nIf the rascal have not given me medicine to\\nmake me love him, I 11 be hanged. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nFalstaff sweats to death,\\nAnd lards the lean earth as he walks along.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nOut of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower,\\nsafety. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nBrain him with his lady s fan. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nA plague of all cowards, I say. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nCall you that backing of your friends a plague\\nupon such backing Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nI am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nThou knowest my old ward here I lay, and\\nthus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram\\nlet drive at me. Act ii. Sc. 4.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 63\\nGive you a reason on compulsion if reasons\\nwere as plenty as blackberries, I would give no\\nman a reason upon compulsion. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nMark now, how a plain tale shall put you\\ndown. Act ii. be 4\\nI was a coward on instinct. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nNo more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me.\\nAct ii. Sc. 4.\\nA plague of sighing and grief it blows a man\\nup like a bladder. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nIn King Cambyses vein. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nBanish plump Jack, and banish all the world.\\nAct ii. Sc. 4.\\nmonstrous but one half penny-worth of\\nbread to this intolerable deal of sack. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nDiseased nature oftentimes breaks forth\\nIn strange eruptions. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nI am not in the roll of common men. Act iii. Sc. 1\\nGlen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.\\nHot. Why, so can I, or so can any man\\nBut will they come when you do call for them\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "64 SHAKSPEARE.\\n0, while you live, tell truth, and shame the\\nDevil. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nI had rather be a kitten, and cry mew,\\nThan one of these same metre ballad-mongers.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nBut in the way of bargain, mark ye me,\\nI ll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nA good mouth-filling oath. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nShall I not take mine ease in mine inn\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.\\nThis sickness doth infect\\nThe very life-blood of our enterprise. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nAnd witch the world with noble horsemanship.\\nAct iv. Sc. 1.\\nThe cankers of a calm world and a long peace.\\nAct iv. Sc. 2.\\nA mad fellow met me on the way, and told me,\\nI had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed the\\ndead bodies. No eye hath seen such scare-crows.\\nI ll not march through Coventry with them, that s\\nflat. Nay, and the villains march wide betwixt\\nthe legs, as if they had gyves on for indeed, I\\nhad most of them out of prison. There s but a\\nshirt and a half in all my company and the half-\\nshirt is two napkins, tacked together, and thrown", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "SEAKSPEARE. 65\\nover the shoulders like a herald s coat without\\nsleeves. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nFood for powder, food for powder they 11 fill a\\npit as well as better. Act iv. Sc 2.\\nI would it were bedtime, Hal, and all well.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nHonor pricks me on. Yea, but how if honor\\nprick me off when I come on how then Can\\nhonor set to a leg No. Or an arm No. Or\\ntake away the grief of a wound No. Honor\\nhath no skill in surgery then No. What is\\nhonor? A word. What is that word honor?\\nAir. A trim reckoning Who hath it He\\nthat died o Wednesday. Doth he feel it\\nNo. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible\\nthen Yea, to the dead. But will it not live\\nwith the living No. Why Detraction will\\nnot suffer it therefore I ll none of it Honor is\\na mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nTwo stars keep not their motion in one sphere.\\nAct v. Sc. 4\\nI could have better spared a better man.\\nAct v. Sc. 4.\\nThe better part of valor is discretion. Act v. Sc. 4.\\nLord, Lord, how this world is given to lying\\nI grant you, I was down, and out of breath and\\n5", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "66 SUAE SPE ARE.\\nso was he but we rose both at an instant, and\\nfought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.\\nAct v. Sc. 4,\\nPurge, and leave sack, and live cleanly.\\nAct v. Sc. 4.\\nKING HENRY IV. PART II.\\nEven such a man, so faint, so spiritless,\\nSo dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,\\nDrew Priam s curtain in the dead of night,\\nAnd would have told him, half his Troy was\\nburned. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nYet the first bringer of unwelcome news\\nHath but a losing office and his tongue\\nSounds ever after as a sullen bell,\\nRemembered knolling a departed friend.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nI am not only witty in myself, but the cause\\nthat wit is in other men. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nFor my voice, I have lost it with hollaing, and\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nI ll tickle your catastrophe. Act ii. 3 1,\\nlie hath eaten me out of house and home.\\nAct ii. Sc. 1", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "STIAKSPEARE. 67\\nHe was, indeed, the glass\\nWherein the noble youth did dress themselves.\\nAct ii. Sc. 3.\\nSleep, O gentle sleep,\\nNature s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,\\nThat thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,\\nAnd steep my senses in forgetfulness\\nAct iii. Sic. 1\\nWith all appliances and means to boot.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nUneasy lies the head that wears a crown.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nAccommodated That is, when a man is, as\\nthey say, accommodated or, when a man is,\\nbeing, whereby, he may be thought to be\\naccommodated which is an excellent thing.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nLet that suffice, most forcible Feeble. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nWe have heard the chimes at midnight.\\nAct. iii. Sc. 2.\\nLike a man made after supper of a cheese-\\nparing when he was naked, he was, for all the\\nworld, like a forked radish, with a head fan-\\ntastically carved upon it with a knife.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2,\\nlie hath a tear for pity, and a hand\\nOpen as day for melting charity. Act iv. Sc. 4", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "68 SHAKSPEARE.\\nThy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.\\nAct iv. Sc. i.\\nUnder which king Bezonian, speak, or die.\\nAct v. Sc. 3.\\nKING HENRY V.\\nConsidei^ation like an angel came,\\nAnd whipped the offending Adam out of him.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nWhen he speaks,\\nThe air, a chartered libertine, is still. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nBase is the slave that pays. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nA babbled of green fields. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nOnce more unto the breach, dear friends, once\\nmore\\nOr close the wall up with our English dead\\nIn peace, there s nothing so becomes a man,\\nAs modest stillness, and humility\\nBut when the blast of war blows in our ears,\\nThen imitate the action of the tiger\\nStiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.\\nAct iii. Sc. I\\nI see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,\\nStraining upon the start. Act iii. Sc 1\\nYou may as well say, that s a valiant flea,\\ntfiat dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1-", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 69\\nThe hum of either army stilly sounds,\\nThat the fix d sentinels almost receive\\nThe secret whispers of each other s watch\\nFire answers fire and through their paly flames\\nEach hattle sees the other s umbered face:\\nSteed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs\\nPiercing the night s dull ear and from the tents\\nThe armorers, accomplishing the knights,\\nWith busy hammers closing rivets up,\\nGive dreadful note of preparation. Act iv. Chorus.\\nThere is some sort of goodness in things evil,\\nWould men observingly distil it out. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nEvery subject s duty is the king s but every\\nsubject s soul is his own. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nThat s a perilous shot out of an elder gun.\\nAct iv. Sc. 1.\\nGets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.\\nAct iv. Sc. 1.\\nThis day is called the feast of Crispian\\nHe that outlives this day, and comes safe home,\\nWill stand a tip-toe when the day is named,\\nAnd rouse him at the name of Crispian.\\nAct iv. Sc. 3.\\nThen shall our names,\\nFamiliar in their mouths as household words,\\nHarry the King, Bedford and Exeter,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "70 SHAKSPEARE.\\nWarwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,\\nBe in their flowing cups freshly remembered.\\nAct iv. Sc. 3.\\nIf he be not fellow with the best king, thou shall\\nrind the best king of good fellows. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nKING HENRY VI. PART I.\\nHung be the heavens with black. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nShe s beautiful and therefore to be wooed\\nShe is a woman therefore to be won. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nKING HENRY VI. PART II.\\nSmooth runs the water where the brook is deep.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nWhat stronger breastplate than a heart untainted\\nThrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just\\nAnd he but naked, though locked up in steel,\\nWhose conscience with injustice is corrupted.*\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nHe dies and makes no sign. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nIs not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin\\nof an innocent lamb should be made parchment\\nthat parchment, being scribbled o er, should undo\\na man Act iv. Sc. 2\\nI m armed with more than complete steel,\\nThe justice of my quarrel. Marlowe. Lust s Dominion.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "STIAKSPEARE. 71\\nSir, he made a chimney in my father s house,\\nand the bricks are alive at this day to testify it.\\nAct iv. Sc. 2\\nThou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth\\nof the realm, in erecting a grammar-school and\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books\\nbut the score and the tally, thou hast caused\\nprinting to be used and contrary to the king, his\\ncrown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.\\nAct iv. Sc. 7.\\nKING HENRY VI. PART III.\\nThe smallest worm will turn being trodden on.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nSuspicion alway haunts the guilty mind\\nThe thief doth fear each bush an officer.\\nAct v. Sc. 6.\\nKING RICHARD III.\\nNow is the winter of our discontent\\nMade glorious summer by this sun of York\\nAnd all the, clouds that lowered upon our house,\\nIn the deep bosom of the ocean buried.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nGrim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nI, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,\\nCheated of feature by dissembling nature,\\nDeformed, unfinished, sent before my time\\nInto this breathing world, scarce half made up.\\nAct i. Sc. 1", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "72 SHAKSPEARE.\\nWhy I, in this weak piping time of peace,\\nHave no delight to pass away the time.\\nAct i. Sc 1\\nTo leave this keen encounter of our wits.\\nAct i. Sc. 2\\nWas ever woman in this humor wooed\\nWas ever woman in this humor won\\nAct i. Sc. 2\\nAnd thus I clothe my naked villany\\nWith old odd ends, stol n forth of lioly writ\\nAnd seem a saint, when most I play the devil.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\n0, I have passed a miserable night,\\nSo full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,\\nThat, as I am a christian faithful man,\\nI would not spend another such a night,\\nThough t were to buy a world of happy days.\\nAct i. Sc. 4,\\nSo wise, so young, they say, do ne er live long.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nThou troublest me I am not in the vein.\\nAct iv. Sc. 2.\\nTheir lips were four red roses on a stalk.\\nAct iv. Sc 3.\\nLet not the heavens hear these tell-tale women\\nRail on the Lord s anointed. Act iv. Sc 4\\nAn honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.\\nAct iv. Sc. 4.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 73\\nThus far into the bowels of the land\\nHave we marched on without impediment.\\nAct v. Sc. 2,\\nTrue hope is swift, and flies with SAvallow s wings,\\nKings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.\\nActv.Sc. 2\\nThe king s name is a tower of strength.\\nAct v. Sc. 3.\\nA thing devised by the enemy. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nA horse a horse My kingdom for a horse\\nActv. Su.4,\\nI have set my life upon a cast,\\nAnd I will stand the hazard of the die.\\nAct v. Sc. 4.\\nKING HENRY Vni.\\nVerily\\nI swear, t is better to be lowly born,\\nAnd range with humble livers in content,\\nThan to be perked up in a glistering grief,\\nAnd wear a golden sorrow. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nAnd then to breakfast with\\nWhat appetite you have. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nTress not a falling man too far. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nFarewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness\\nThis is the state of man. To-day he puts forth", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "74 SIIAKSPEARE.\\nThe tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,\\nAnd bears his blushing honors thick upon him\\nThe third day, comes a frost, a killing frost.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2\\nVain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye\\nI feel my heart new opened. how wretched\\nIs that poor man, that hangs on princes favors\\nThere is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,\\nThat sweet aspect of princes, and their rum,\\nMore pangs and fears than wars or women have\\nAnd when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,\\nNever to hope again. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nAnd sleep in dull, cold marble. Act iii. Sc 2.\\nFling away ambition\\nBy that sin fell the angels. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nLove thyself last. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nStill in thy right hand carry gentle peace,\\nTo silence envious tongues be just, and fear not\\nLet all the ends thou aim st at be thy country s,\\nThy God s, and truth s. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nHad I but served my God with half the zeal\\nI served my king, he would not in mine age\\nHave left me naked to mine enemies.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 7o\\nAn old man, broken with the storms of state,\\nIs come to lay his weary bones among ye\\nGive him a little earth for charity Act iv. Sc. 2\\nHe gave his honors to the world again,\\nHis blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.\\nt Act iv. Sc. 2\\nHe was a man\\nOf an unbounded stomach. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nMen s evil manners live in brass their virtues\\nWe write in water. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nPie was a scholar, and a ripe and good one\\nExceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading\\nLofty, and sour, to them that loved him not\\nBut, to those men that sought him, sweet as sum-\\nmer. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nTo dance attendance on their lordships pleasures.\\nAct v. Sc. 2.\\nTROILUS AND CRESSIDA.\\nI have had my labor for my travel. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nOne touch of nature makes the whole world kin.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.\\nAnd, like a dew-drop from the lion s mane,\\nBe shook to airy air. Act iii. Sc. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "76 SHAKSPEARE.\\nCORIOLANUS.\\nHear you this Triton of the minnows\\nAct hi. Sc.\\nJULIUS CAESAR.\\nBeware theTdes of March Act i. Sc. 1.\\nI cannot tell what you and other men\\nThink of this life but for my single self,\\nI had as lief not be, as live to be\\nIn awe of such a thing as I myself. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nDar st thou, Cassius, now\\nLeap hi with me into this angry flood,\\nAnd swim to yonder point Upon the word,\\nAccoutred as I was, I plunged in,\\nAnd bade him follow. Act i. Sc. 2,\\nYe gods, it doth amaze me,\\nA man of such a feeble temper should\\nSo get the start of the majestic world,\\nAnd bear the palm alone. Act i. Sc. 2\\nWhy, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,\\nLike a Colossus and we petty men\\nWalk under his huge legs, and peep about\\nTo find ourselves dishonorable graves.\\nMen at some time are masters of their fates", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 77\\nThe fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,\\nBut in ourselves, that we are underlings.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nRome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.\\nAct i. Sc, 2.\\nLet me have men about me, that are fat\\nSleek-headed men, and such as sleep o nights\\nYond Cassius has a lean and hungry look\\nHe thinks too much such men are dangerous.\\nAct i. Sc. 2\\nSeldom he smiles and smiles in such a sort,\\nAs if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit,\\nThat could be moved to smile at any thing.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nBut, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nBetween the acting of a dreadful thing\\nAnd the first motion, all the interim is\\nLike a phantasma, or a hideous dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nBut, when I tell him, he hates flatterers,\\nHe says, he does being then most flattered.\\nAct ii. Sc. 1.\\nYou are my true and honorable wife,\\nAs dear to me, as are the ruddy drops\\nThat visit my sad heart. Act ii. Sc. 1\\nWhen beggars die, there are no comets seen\\nThe heavens themselves blaze forth the death of\\nprinces. Act ii. Sc. 2", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "78 SHAKSPEAEE.\\nCowards die many times before their deaths\\nThe valiant never taste of death but once.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nBut I am constant as the northern star,\\nOf whose true-fixed and resting quality\\nTLere is no fellow in the firmament. Act iii. Sc 1.\\nThe choice and master spirits of this age.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nThough last, not least, in love. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nCry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nRomans, countrymen, and lovers hear me for\\nmy cause and be silent that you may hear.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nNot that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved\\nRome more. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nWho is here so base, that would be a bondman\\nIf any, speak for him have I offended.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nThe evil that men do, lives after them\\nThe good is oft interred with their bones.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nFor Brutus is an honorable man\\nSo are they all, all honorable men. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nWhen that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept\\nAmbition should be made of sterner stuff.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "SIIAKSPEARE. 79\\nBut yesterday, the word of Caesar might\\nHave stood against the world now lies he there,\\nAnd none so poor to do him reverence.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nIf you have tears, prepare to shed them now.\\nAct iii. Sc 2\\nSee, what a rent the envious Casca made\\nAct iii. 2\\nThis was the most unkindest cut of all.\\nAct iii. Se. 2.\\nGreat Caesar fell.\\nwhat a fall was there, my countrymen\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\n1 come not, friends, to steal away your hearts\\nI am no orator, as Brutus is.\\nI only speak right on. Act iii. Sc. 2\\nPut a tongue\\nIn every wound of Caesar, that should move\\nThe stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.\\nAct iii. Sc 2.\\nThere are no tricks in plain and simple faith.\\nAct iv. Se. 2.\\nYou yourself\\nAre much condemned to have an itching palm.\\nAct iv. Sc, 3\\nThe foremost man of all this world. Act iv. Sc. 3,\\nI had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,\\nThan such a Roman. Act iv. Sc. S;", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "80 SHAKSPEARE.\\nThere is no terror, Cassius, in your threats\\nFor I am armed so strong in honesty,\\nThat they pass by me as the idle wind,\\nWhich I respect not. Act iv. Sc. 3\\nA friend should bear his friend s infirmities,\\nBut Brutus makes mine greater than they are.\\nAct iv. Sc. 3\\nThere is a tide in the affairs of men,\\nWhich, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune\\nOmitted, all the voyage of their life\\nIs bound in shallows, and in miseries.\\nAct iv. Sc 3.\\nThe last of all the Romans, fare thee well.\\nAct v. Sc. 3.\\nThis was the noblest Roman of them all.\\nAd v. Sc. 5.\\nHis life was gentle, and the elements\\nSo mixed in him, that Nature might stand up\\nAnd say to all the world, This was a man\\nAct v. Sc. 5.\\nANTONY AND CLEOrATRA.\\nThere s beggary in the love that can be reckoned.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nFor her own person,\\nTt beggared all description. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nAge cannot wither her, nor custom stale\\nHer infinite variety. Act ii. Sc. 2,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 81\\nThis morning, like the spirit of a youth\\nThat means to be of note, begins betimes.\\nAct iv. lc. 4.\\nCYMBELINE.\\nElark hark the lark at heaven s gate sings,*\\nAnd Phoebus gins arise. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nSome griefs are med cinable. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nProuder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.\\nWeariness\\nCan snore upon the flint, when restive sloth\\nFinds the down pillow hard. Act iii. Sc. 6.\\nKING LEAR.\\nHow sharper than a serpent s tooth it is,\\nTo have a thankless child. Act i. Sc. 4.\\nStriving to better, oft we mar what s well.\\nAct i. Sc. 4.\\n0, let not women s weapons, water-drops,\\nStain my man s cheeks. Act ii. Sc 4.\\nNone b it the lark so shrill and clear!\\nNow at Heaven s gate she claps her wings,\\nThe morn not waking till she sings. John Lyly.\\nAlexander and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "82 SHAKSPEARE.\\nBlow, wind, and crack your cheeks rage\\nblow Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nA poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2,\\nTremble, thou wretch,\\nThat hast within thee undivulged crimes,\\nUnwhipped of justice. Act iii. St, 2,\\nI am a man\\nMore sinned against than sinning. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\n0, that way madness lies let me shun that.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4.\\nPoor naked wretches, whereso er you are,\\nThat bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,\\nHow shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,\\nYour looped and windowed raggedness, defend you\\nFrom seasons such as these Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nTake physic, pomp\\nExpose thyself to feel what wretches feel.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4.\\nThe green mantle of the standing pool.\\nAct iii. Sc, 4,\\nBut mice, and rats, and such small deer,\\nHave been Tom s food for seven long year.\\nAct iii. 5c. 4\\nThe prince of darkness is a gentleman.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 83\\nI 11 talk a word with this same learned Theban.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4.\\nFie, foh, and fum,\\nT smell the blood of a British man. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nThe little dogs and all,\\nTray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.\\nAct iii. Sc. 6.\\nPatience and sorrow strove,\\nWho should express her goodliest. Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nHalf way down\\nHangs one that gathers samphire dreadful trade\\nMethinks, he seems no bigger than his head\\nThe fishermen, that walk upon the beach,\\nAppear like mice. Act iv. Sc. 6.\\nAy, every inch a king. Act iv. Sc. 6.\\nGive me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to\\nsweeten my imagination. Act iv. Sc. 6.\\nThrough tattered clothes small vices do appear\\nBobes and furred gowns hide all. Act iv. Sc. 6.\\nThe gods are just, and of our pleasant vices\\nMake instruments to scourge us. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nPier voice was ever soft,\\nGentle, and low an excellent thing in woman.\\nAct v. Sc. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "84 SHAKSPEARE.\\nVex not his ghost: 0, let him pass he hates him\\nThat would upon the rack of this tough world\\nStretch him out longer. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nTITUS ANDRONICUS.\\nSweet mercy is nobility s true badge. Act i. Sc. 2\\nShe is a woman, therefore may be woo d\\nShe is a woman, therefore may be Avon\\nShe is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.\\nAct ii. Sc. 1\\nROMEO AND JULIET.\\nThe weakest goes to the wall. Act i. Sc. 1\\nEre he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,\\nOr dedicate his beauty to the sun. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nOne fire burns out another s burning.\\nOne pain is lessened by another s anguish.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nThat book in many s eyes doth share the glory,\\nThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story.\\nAct i. Sc. 3\\nFor I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase.\\nAct i. Sc. 1\\nO, then I see, Queen Mab hath been with you,\\nShe is the fairies midwife and she comes\\nIn shape no bigger than an agate-stone", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "SnAKSPEARE. 85\\nOn the forefinger of an alderman,\\nDrawn with a team of little atomies\\nAthwart men s noses as they lie asleep.\\nAct i. Sc. 4.\\nTrue, I talk of dreams\\nWhich are the children of an idle brain,\\nBegot of nothing but vain fantasy. Act i. Sc. 4.\\nHer beauty hangs upon the cheek of night\\nLike a rich jewel in an Ethiop s ear. Act i. Sc. 5.\\nToo early seen unknown, and known too late.\\nAct i. Sc. 5.\\nHe jests at scars, that never felt a wound.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nSee, how she leans her cheek upon her hand\\n0, that I were a glove upon that hand,\\nThat I might touch that cheek Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nRomeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nWhat s in a name that which we call a rose\\nBy any other name would smell as sweet.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nAlack there lies more peril in thine eye,\\nThan twenty of their swords. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nAt lovers perjuries,\\nThey say, Jove laughs. Act ii. Sc 2.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "86 SHAKSPEARE.\\nRom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,\\nThat tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,\\nJul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant\\nmoon,\\nThat monthly changes in her circled orb,\\nLest that thy love prove likewise variable.\\nAct ii. 51c. a\\nThe god of my idolatry. Act ii. Sc 2\\nGood night, good night parting is such sweet\\nsorrow,\\nThat I shall say good night, till it be morrow.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nNor aught so good, but, strained from that fair use,\\nRevolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.\\nAct ii. Sc 3.\\nCare keeps his watch in every old man s eye.\\nAct ii. Sc. 3.\\nThy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.\\nAct ii. Sc. 3.\\nStabbed with a white wench s black eye.\\nAct ii. Sc. 4.\\nflesh, flesh, how art thou fishified Act ii. Sc. 4.\\n1 am the very pink of courtesy. Act ii. Sc, 4\\nMy man s as true as steel. Act ii. Sc. i\\nHere comes the lady 0, so light a foot\\nWill ne er wear out the everlasting flint.\\nAct ii. Sc. 6", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "SEAKSPEARE. 87\\nA plague o both the houses Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nHorn. Courage, man the hurt cannot be\\nmuch.\\nMer. No, t is not so deep as a well, nor so\\nwide as a church-door but t is enough.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1.\\nWhen he shall die,\\nTake him and cut him out in little stars,\\nAnd he will make the face of heaven so fine,\\nThat all the world will be in love with night\\nAnd pay no worship to the garish sun.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nBeautiful tyrant fiend angelical. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\n0, that deceit should dwell\\nIn such a gorgeous palace Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nAdversity s sweet milk, philosophy. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nNight s candles are burnt out, and jocund day\\nStands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.\\nAct iii. Sc. 5.\\nStraining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.\\nAct iii. Sc. 5.\\nVillain and he are many miles asunder.\\nAct iii. Sc. 5.\\nNot stepping o er the bounds of modesty.\\nAct iv. Sc. 2.\\nMy bosom s lord sits lightly in his tin-one.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "38 SHAKSPEARE.\\nA beggarly account of empty boxes. Act v. 5c. 1.\\nMy poverty, but not my will, consents.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nA feasting presence full of light. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nBeauty s ensign yet\\nIs jrimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,\\nAnd death s pale flag is not advanced there.\\nAct v. Sc. 3.\\nEyes, look your last\\nArms, take your last embrace Act v. Sc. 3.\\nTIMON OF ATHENS.\\nAre not within the leaf of pity writ. Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nI ll example you with thievery\\nThe sun s a thief, and with his great attraction\\nRobs the vast sea the moon s an arrant thief,\\nAnd her pale fire sl\u00c2\u00bb3 snatches from the sun\\nThe sea s a thief, w^iose liquid surge resolves\\nThe moon into salt tears the earth s a thief,\\nThat feeds and breeds by a composture stolen\\nFrom general excrement each thing s a thief.\\nAct iv. Sc, 2\\nMACBETH.\\n1 Witch. When shall we three meet again,\\nIn thunder, lightning, or in l ain\\nAct i. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "SnAKSPEARE. 89\\nFair is foul, and foul is fair. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nIf you can look into the seeds of time,\\nAnd say, which grain will grow, and which will\\nnot. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nThe earth hath bubbles, as the water has,\\nAnd these are of them. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nStands not within the prospect of belief.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nThe insane root\\nThat takes the reason prisoner. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nTwo truths are told,\\nAs happy prologues to the swelling act\\nOf the imperial theme. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nAnd make my seated heart knock at my ribs.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nPresent fears\\nAre less than horrible imaginings. Act i. Sc 3.\\nCome what come may,\\nTime and the hour runs through the roughest\\nday. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nNothing in his life\\nBecame him like the leaving it he died,\\nAs one that had been studied in his death", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "90 SHAKSPEARE.\\nTo throw away the dearest tiling he owed.\\nAs t were a careless trifle. Act i. Sc 4\\nThere s no art\\nTo find the mind s construction in the face.\\nAct i. Sc. 4.\\nYet do I fear thy nature\\nIt is too full of the milk of human kindness.\\nAct i. Sc. 5.\\nWhat thou wouldst highly,\\nThat wouldst thou holily wouldst not play false,\\nAnd yet wouldst wrongly win. Act i. Sc. 5.\\nThat no compunctious visitings of nature\\nShake my fell purpose. Act i. Sc. 5.\\nYour face, my thane, is as a book, where men\\nMay read strange matters. Act i. Sc. 5.\\nCoigne of vantage. Act i. Sc. 6.\\nIf it were done, when t is done, then t were\\nwell\\nIt were done quickly. If the assassination\\nCould trammel up the consequence, and catch,\\nWith his surcease, success that but this blow\\nMight be the be-all and the end-all here.\\nAct i. Sc. 7\\nBloody instructions, which, being taught, return\\nTo plague the inventor this even-handed justice", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 91\\nCommends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice\\nTo our own lips. Act i. Sz 7.\\nBesides, this Duncan\\nHath borne his faculties so meek, hath been\\nSo clear in his great oifice, that his virtues\\nWill plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against\\nThe deep damnation of his taking-off. Act i. Sc. 7.\\nI have no spur\\nTo prick the sides of my intent, but only-\\nVaulting ambition, which o erleaps itself,\\nAnd falls on the other Act i. Sc. 7.\\nI have bought\\nGolden opinions from all sorts of people.\\nAct i. Sc. 7.\\nLetting I dare not wait upon I would,\\nLike the poor cat i the adage. Act i. Sc. 7.\\nI dare do all that may become a man\\nWho dares do more, is none. Act i. Sc. 7.\\nNor time, nor place, did then adhere. Act i. Sc. 7.\\nScrew your courage to the sticking-place.\\nAct i. Sc. 7.\\nMemory, the warder of the brain. Act i. Sc. 7.\\nIs this a dagger which I see before me,\\nThe handle toward my hand", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "92 SIIAKSPEARE.\\nArt thou not, fatal vision, sensible\\nTo feeling, as to sight or art thou but\\nA dagger of the mind a false creation,\\nProceeding from the heat oppressed brain\\nAct ii. Sc. 1,\\nThou marshal st me the way that I was going.\\nActii. Sc. 1.\\nThou. sure and firm-set earth,\\nHear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear\\nThy very stones prate of my whereabout.\\nAct ii. Sc 1.\\nHear it not, Duncan for it is a knell\\nThat summons thee to heaven or to hell\\nAct ii. Sc. 1.\\nIt was the owl that shrieked,\\nThe fatal bellman, which gives the stern st good\\nnight. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nThe attempt, and not the deed, confounds us.\\nAct ii. Sc 2.\\nI had most need of blessing, and Amen\\nStuck in my throat. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nMethought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more\\nMacbeth does murder sleep the innocent sleep\\nSleep, that knits up the ravelled sleave of care.\\nThe death of each day s life, sore labor s bath,\\nBalm of hurt minds, great nature s second course,\\nChief nourisher in life s feast. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nInfirm of purpose Act ii. Sc. 2.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 93\\nMy hand will rather\\nThe multitudinous seas incarnadine,\\nMaking the green one red. Act ii. Sc 2.\\nThe labor we delight in, physics pain. Act ii. Sc 3,\\nConfusion now hath made his masterpiece\\nMost sacriligeous murder hath broke ope\\nThe Lord s anointed temple, and stole thence\\nThe life o the building. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nThe wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees\\nIs left this vault to brag of. Act ii. Sc 3.\\nA falcon, towering in her pride of place,\\nWas by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed.\\nAct ii. Sc. 4,\\nUpon my head they placed a fruitless crown,\\nAnd put a barren sceptre in my gripe,\\nThence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,\\nNo son of mine succeeding. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nMur. We are men, my liege.\\nMac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1\\nThings without all remedy,\\nShould be without regard what s done is done.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nWe have scotched the snake, not killed it.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "94 SHAKSPEARE.\\nDuncan is in his grave\\nAfter life s fitful fever lie sleeps well.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nBut now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in\\nTo saucy doubts and fears. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nNow good digestion wait on appetite,\\nAnd health on both Act iii. Sc 4.\\nThou canst not say, I did it never shake\\nThy gory locks at me. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nThe times have been,\\nThat, when the brains were out, the man would die,\\nAnd there an end but now they rise again,\\nWith twenty mortal murders on their crowns,\\nAnd push us from our stools. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nThou hast no speculation in those eyes\\nWhich thou dost glare with Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nWhat man dare, I dare. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nTake any shape but that, and my firm nerves\\nShall never tremble. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nI Tnreal mockery, hence Act iii. Sc. 4\\nYou have displaced the mirth, broke the good\\nmeeting, with most admired disorder.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "SEAKSPEARE. 95\\nCan suck things be,\\nAnd overcome us like a summer s cloud,\\nWithout our special wonder Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nStand not upon the order of your going,\\nBut gO at once. Act iii. Sc. 1\\nDouble, double, toil and trouble. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nBlack spirits and white,\\nRed spirits and gray,\\nMingle, mingle, mingle,\\nYou that mingle may.*\\nAct iv. Sc. 1.\\nBy the pricking of my thumbs,\\nSomething wicked this way comes.\\nAct iv. Sc. 1.\\nA deed without a name. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nI ll make assurance double sure,\\nAnd take a bond of fate. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nShow his eyes, and grieve his heart\\nCome like shadows, so depart. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nWhat will the line stretch out to the crack of\\ndoom Act iv. Sc 1.\\nThese lines occur also in The Witch of Thomas Mid-\\ndleton, Act 5, Sc. 2 and it is uncertain to which the priority\\nshould be ascribed.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "96 SHAKSPEARE.\\nThe flighty purpose never is o ertook,\\nUnless the deed go with it. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nWhen our actions do not,\\nOur fears do make us traitors. Act iv. Sc. 2.\\nAngels are bright still, though the brightest fell.\\nAct iv. Sc. 3.\\nStands Scotland where it did Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nGive sorrow words the grief that does not speak,\\nWhispers the o erfraught heart, and bids it break.\\nAct iv. Sc. 3.\\nWhat, all my pretty chickens, and their dam,\\nAt one fell swoop Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nI cannot but remember such things were,\\nThat were most precious to me. Act iv. Sc. 3.\\n0, I could play the woman with mine eyes,\\nAnd braggart with my tongue Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nFie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeared. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nAll the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten\\nthis little hand. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nMy way of life\\nIs fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf;\\nAnd that which should accompany old age,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "SRAKSPEARE. 97\\nAs honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,\\nI must not look to have but, in their stead,\\nCurses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath,\\nWhich the poor heart would fain deny, and dare\\nnot. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nNot so sick, my lord,\\nAs she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,\\nThat keep her from her rest. Act v. Sc 3.\\nCanst thou not minister to a mind diseased\\nPluck from the memory a rooted sorrow\\nRaze out the written troubles of the brain\\nAnd, with some sweet oblivious antidote,\\nCleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff\\nWhich weighs upon the heart Act v. Sc. 3.\\nTherein the patient must minister to himself.\\nAct v. Sc. 3.\\nThrow physic to the dogs I 11 none of it.\\nAct v. Sc. 3.\\nI would applaud thee to the very echo,\\nThat should applaud again. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nHang out our banners on the outward walls\\nThe cry is still, They come. Our castle s strength\\nWill laugh a siege to scorn. Act v. Sc. 5.\\nI have supped full with horrors. Act v. Sc. 6.\\n7", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "98 SEAKSPEARE.\\nTo-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,\\nCreeps in this petty pace from day to day,\\nTo the last syllable of recorded time\\nAnd all our yesterdays have lighted fools\\nThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle\\nLife s but a walking shadow a poor player,\\nThat struts and frets his hour upon the stage,\\nAnd then is heard no more it is a tale\\nTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,\\nSignifying nothing. Act v. Sc. 5\\nLies like truth. Act. v. Sc 5\\nBlow, wind come, wrack\\nAt least we 11 die with harness on our back.\\nAct v. Sc. 5.\\nI bear a charmed life. Act v. Sc. 7.\\nThat palter with us in a double sense\\nThat keep the word of promise to our ear,\\nAnd break it to our hope. Art v. Sc. 7.\\nLay on, Macduff;\\nAnd damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough\\nAct v. Sc. 7.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "SBAKSPEARE. 99\\nThis bodes some strange eruption to our state.\\nAct i. Set\\nDoes not divide the Sunday from the week.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nDoth make the night joint-laborer with the day-\\nArt i. Sc, 1\\nIn the most high and palmy state of Rome,\\nA little ere the mightiest Julius fell,\\nThe graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead\\nDid squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nAnd then it started like a guilty thing\\nUpon a fearful summons. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nSome say, that ever gainst that season comes\\nWherein our Saviour s birth is celebrated,\\nThis bird of dawning singeth all night long\\nAnd then they say no spirit dares stir abroad\\nThe nights are wholesome then no planets strike,\\nNo fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,\\nSo hallowed and so gracious is the time.\\nAct i. Sc. 1.\\nThe head is not more native to the heart.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nA little more than kin, and less than kind.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nSeems, madam nay, it is I know not seems.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\n-L0FC.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "100 SHAKSPEARE.\\nBut I have that within which passeth show\\nThese, but the trappings and the suits of woe.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nO that this too, too solid flesh would melt,\\nThaw, and resolve itself into a dew\\nOr that the Everlasting had not fixed\\nHis canon gainst self-slaughter God O God\\nHow weary, st tie, flat, and unprofitable\\nSeem to me all the uses of this world Act i. Sc. 2.\\nThat it should come to this Act i. Sc. 2.\\nHyperion to a satyr so loving to my mother,\\nThat he might not beteem the winds of heaven\\nVisit her face too roughly. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nWhy, she would hang on him,\\nAs if increase of appetite had grown\\nBy what it fed on. Act i. Sc 2.\\nFrailty, thy name is woman Act i Sc. 2.\\nA little month. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nLike Niobe, all tears. Act i. Sc 2.\\nA beast, that wants discourse of reason.\\nAct Sc 2.\\nMy father s brother but no more like my father\\nThan I to Hercules. Act i. Sc. 2.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 101\\nThrift, thrift, Horatio the funeral baked meats\\nDid coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.\\nAd i. Sc. 2.\\nIn my mind s eye, Horatio. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nHe was a man, take him for all in all,\\nI shall not look upon his like again. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nA countenance more\\nIn sorrow than in anger. Act i. Sc 2.\\nGive it an understanding, but no tongue.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nThe chariest maid is prodigal enough,\\nIf she unmask her beauty to the moon.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nAnd in the morn and liquid dew of youth\\nContagious blastments are most imminent.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nDo not, as some ungracious pastors do.\\nShow me the steep and thorny way to heaven\\nWhilst, like a puffed and reckless libertine,\\nHimself the primrose path of dalliance treads,\\nAnd recks not his own rede. Act i. Sc. 3,\\nGive thy thoughts no tongue. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nBe thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.\\nThe friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,\\nGrapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel.\\nAct i. Sc 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "102 SHAKSPEARE.\\nBeware\\nOf entrance to a quarrel but, being in,\\nBear t that th opposed may beware of thee.\\nGive every man thine ear, but few thy voice\\nTake each man s censure, but reserve thy judg-\\nment. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nCostly thy habit as thy purse can buy,\\nBut not expressed in fancy rich, not gaudy\\nFor the apparel oft proclaims the man.\\nAct i. Sc a\\nNeither a borrower nor a lender be,\\nFor loan oft loses both itself and friend\\nAnd borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.\\nThis above all, To thine ownself be true\\nAnd it must follow, as the night the day,\\nThou canst not then be false to any man.\\nAct i. Sc. 8.\\nSpringes to catch woodcocks.* Act i. Sc. 3.\\nBut to my mind, though I am native here,\\nAnd to the manner born, it is a custom\\nMore honored in the breach, than the observance.\\nAct i. Sc. 4.\\nAngels and ministers of grace, defend us\\nAct i. Sc. 4,\\nThou comest in such a questionable shape,\\nThat I will speak to thee. Act i. Sc. 4.\\nA proverbial phrase.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 103\\nLet me not burst in ignorance Act i. Sc. 4\\nIn complete steel\\nRevisit st thus the glimpses of the moon\\nMaking night hideous. Act i. Sc. 4.\\nI do not set my life at a pin s fee. Act i. Sc. 4.\\nSomething is rotten in the state of Denmark.\\nAct i. Sc. 4.\\nBut that I am forbid\\nTo tell the secrets of my prison house\\nI could a tale unfold, whose lightest word\\nWould harrow up thy soul freeze thy young\\nblood\\nMake thy two eyes, like stars, start from their\\nspheres\\nThy knotted and combined locks to part,\\nAnd each particular hair to stand on end,\\nLike quills upon the fretful porcupine\\nBut this eternal blazon must not be\\nTo ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list\\nAct i. Sc. 5.\\nAnd duller should st thou be than the fat weed\\nThat rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf.\\nAct i. Sc. 5.\\nmy prophetic soul mine uncle Act i. Sc. 5.\\nHamlet, what a falling- off was there\\nAct i. Sc. 6.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "104 SHAKSPEARE.\\nBut soft metliinks I scent the morning air\\nBrief let me be Sleeping within mine orchard,\\nMy custom always in the afternoon. Act i. Sc. 5.\\nUnhouseled, disappointed, unaneled,\\nNo reckoning made, but sent to my account\\nWith all my imperfections on my head.\\nAct i. Sc. 5.\\nLeave her to heaven\\nAnd to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,\\nTo prick and sting her. Act i. Sc. 5.\\nThe glow-worm shows the matin to be near,\\nAnd gins to pale his uneffectual fire. Act. i. Sc. 5.\\nWhile memory holds a seat\\nIn this distracted globe. Remember thee\\nYea, from the table of my memory,\\nI 11 wipe away all trivial, fond records.\\nAct i. Sc. 5.\\nWithin the book and volume of my brain.\\nAct i. Sc. 5.\\nMy tables, my tables, meet it is, I set it down,\\nThat one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.\\nAct i. Sc 5.\\nThere needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave,\\nTo tell us this. Act i. Sc, 5,\\nThere are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio\\nThan are dreamt of in your philosophy.\\nAct i. Sc. 5.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE.\\n105\\nThe time is out of joint.\\nAct i. Sc. 5\\nThis is the very ecstasy of love.\\nAct ii. Sc I.\\nBrevity is the soul of wit.\\nAct ii. Sc 2.\\nThat he is mad, t is true t is true, t is pity\\nAnd pity t is, t is true. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nDoubt thou the stars are fire\\nDoubt that the sun doth move\\nDoubt truth to be a liar\\nBut never doubt I love. Act ii. Sc 2.\\nStill harping on my daughter. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nPol. What do you read, my lord\\nHam. Words, Avords, words Act ii. 6c. 2.\\nThey have a plentiful lack of wit. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nThough this be madness, yet there s method in it.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nOn fortune s cap we are not the very button.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nThis goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a\\nsterile promontory this most excellent canopy,\\nthe air, look you, this brave o erhanging firma-\\nment, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,\\nwhy, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "106 SHAKSPEARE.\\nand pestilent congregation of vapors. What a\\npiece of work is man How noble in reason\\nhow infinite in faculties in form and moving, how\\nexpress and admirable in action, how like an\\nangel in apprehension, how like a God\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nMan delights not me, no, nor woman neither.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nI know a hawk from a hand-saw. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nCome, give us a taste of your quality.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2.\\nT was caviare to the general. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nThey are the abstracts and brief chronicles of\\nthe time. Act ii. Sc 2.\\nUse every man after his desert, and who should\\nscape whipping. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nWhat s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,\\nThat he should weep for her Act ii. Sc. 2\\nThe devil hath power\\nTo assume a pleasing shape. Act ii. Sc. 2,\\nThe play s the thing,\\nWherein I 11 catch the conscience of the king.\\nAct ii. Sc. 2", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 107\\nFor murder, though it have no tongue, will speak\\nWith most miraculous organ. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nWith devotion s visage,\\nAnd pious action, we do sugar o er\\nThe devil himself. Act iii. Se, I\\nTo be, or not to be that is the question\\nWhether t is nobler in the mind, to suffer\\nThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,\\nOr to take arms against a sea of troubles,\\nAnd, by opposing, end them To die\u00e2\u0080\u0094 to sleep\\nNo more and, by a sleep, to say we end\\nThe heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks\\nThat flesh is heir to t is a consummation\\nDevoutly to be wished. To die to sleep\\nTo sleep perchance, to dreani ay, there s the\\nrub\\nFor in that sleep of death what dreams may come,\\nWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,\\nMust give us pause. There s the respect\\nThat makes calamity of so long life\\nFor who would bear the whips and scorns of time,\\nThe oppressor s wrong, the proud man s contumely,\\nThe pangs of despised love, the law s delay,\\nThe insolence of office, and the spurns\\nThat patient merit of the unworthy takes\\nWhen he himself might his quietus make\\nWith a bare bodkin. Who would fardels bear,\\nTo grunt and sweat under a weary life,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "108 SHAKSPEARE.\\nBut that the dread of something after death\\nThe undiscovered country, from whose bourn\\nNo traveller returns puzzles the will\\nAnd makes us rather bear those ills we have,\\nThan fly to others that we know not of?\\nThus conscience does make cowards of us all,\\nAnd thus the native hue of resolution\\nIs sicklied o er with the pale cast of thought\\nAnd enterprises of great pith and moment,\\nWith this regard, their currents turn awry\\nAnd lose the name of action. Act iii. Sc. 1,\\nNymph, in thy orisons\\nBe all my sins remembered. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nRich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.\\nAct iii. Sc. 1\\nBe thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou\\nshalt not escape calumny. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nO, what a noble mind is here o erthrown\\nThe courtier s, scholar s, soldier s eve, tongue,\\nsword. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nThe glass of fashion, and the mould of form,\\nThe observed of all observers Act iii. Sc 1.\\nNow see that noble and most sovereign reason,\\nLike sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh.\\nAct iii. Sc 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 109\\nNor do not saw the air too much with your\\nhand. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nTear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split\\nthe ears of the groundlings. Act iii. Sc. 2\\nIt out-herods Herod. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nSuit the action to the word, the word to the\\naction. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nTo hold, as t were, the mirror up to nature.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nThough it make the unskilful laugh,\\nCannot but make the judicious grieve.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2\\nNot to speak it profanely. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nI have thought some of nature s journeymen\\nhad made men, and not made them well, they\\nimitated humanity so abominably. Act iii. Sc. 2\\n0, reform it altogether. Act iii. Sc 2\\nHoratio, thou art e en as just a man\\nAs e er my conversation coped withal.\\nAct iii. Sc a.\\nNo, let the candid tongue lick absurd pomp\\nAnd crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,\\nWhere thrift may follow fawning. Act iii. Sc. 2", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "110 SBAKbPEABE.\\nA man, that fortune s buffets and rewards\\nHast ta en with equal thanks. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nThey are not a pipe for fortune s finger\\nTo sound what stops she please. Give me that man\\nThat is not passion s slave, and I will wear him\\nIn my heart s core, aye, in my heart of heart,\\nAs I do thee. Something too much of this.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nHere s metal more attractive. Act iii. Sc 2.\\nNay, then let the devil wear black, for I ll have\\na suit of sables. Act. iii. Sc. 2.\\nThis is miching mallecho it means mischief.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nHam. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring\\nOph. T is brief my lord.\\nHam. As woman s love. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nThe lady protests too much, methinks.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2\\nLet the galled jade wince, our withers are\\nunwrung. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nWhy, let the strucken deer go weep,\\nThe hart ungalled play\\nFor some must watch, while some must sleep\\nThus runs the world away. Act iii. Sc. 2.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. Ill\\nT is as easy as lying. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nIt will discourse most eloquent music. Act iii. Sc, 2.\\nPluck out the heart of my mystery. Act iii. Sc 2\\nVery like a whale. Act iii. Sc 2.\\nThey fool me to the top of my bent. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nT is now the very witching time of night,\\nWhen churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes\\nout\\nContagion to the world. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nI will speak daggers to her, but use none.\\nAct iii. Sc. 2.\\nO my offence is rank, it smells to heaven.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.\\nAbout some act,\\nThat has no relish of salvation in t. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nFalse as dicers oaths. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nLook here, upon this picture, and on this\\nThe counterfeit presentment of two brothers.\\nSee what a grace was seated on this brow\\nHyperion s curls the front of Jove himself;\\nAn eye like Mars, to threaten and command.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "112 SHAKSPEARE.\\nA combination, and a form, indeed,\\nWhere every god did seem to set his seal,\\nTo give the world assurance of a man.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4\\nAt your age,\\nThe hey-day iu the blood is tame, it s humble.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4.\\nA cutpurse of the empire and the rule\\nThat from a shelf the precious diadem stole\\nAnd put it in his pocket. Act iii. Sc. 4\\nA king of shreds and patches. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nThis is the very coinage of your brain. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nBring me to the test,\\nAnd I the matter will re-word which madness\\nWould gambol from. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nLay not that flattering unction to your soul.\\nAct iii. Sc. 4.\\nAssume a virtue, if you have it not. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nI must be cruel, only to be kind. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nFor t is the sport, to have the engineer\\nHoist with his own petar. Act iii. Sc. 4\\nDiseases desperate grown,\\nBy desperate appliance are relieved,\\nOr not at all. Act iv. Sc. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 113\\nSure, He that made us with such large dis-\\ncourse,\\nLooking before, and after, gave us not\\nThat capability and godlike reason,\\nTo fust in us unused. Act iv. Sc. L\\nGreatly to find quarrel hi a straw,\\nWhen honor s at the stake. Act iv. Sc. 4.\\nSo full of artless jealousy is guilt,\\nIt spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Act iv. Sc. 5.\\nWe know what we are, but know not what we\\nmay be. Act iv. Sc. 5.\\nWhen sorrows come, they come not single spies,\\nBut in battalions Act iv. Sc. 5.\\nThere s such divinity doth hedge a king,\\nThat treason can but peep to what it would.\\nAct iv. Sc. 5.\\nThere s rosemary, that s for remembrance and\\nthere is pansies, that s for thoughts. Act iv. Sc. 5.\\nA very riband in the cap of youth. Act iv. Sc. 7.\\nCudgel thy brains no more about it. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nOne, that was a woman, sir, but rest her soul,\\nshe s dead. Act v. Sic, 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "114 SHAKSPEARE.\\nHow absolute the knave is we must speak by\\nthe card or equivocation will undo us. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nThe age is grown so picked, that the toe of the\\npeasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, ho\\ngalls his kibe. Act v. Sc. I\\nAlas, poor Yorick I knew him, Horatio a\\nfellow of infinite jest of most excellent fancy.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nWhere be your gibes now your gambols\\nyour songs your flashes of merriment, that were\\nwont to set the table on a roar Act v. Sc. 1.\\nTo what base uses we may return, Horatio\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nImperial Crcsar, dead, and turned to clay,\\nMight stop a hole to keep the wind away.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nSweets to the sweet. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nFor, though I am not splenetive and rash,\\nYet have I in me something dangerous.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nLet Hercules himself do what he may,\\nThe cat will mew, and dog will have his day.\\nAct v. Sc. I.\\nThere ^s a divinity that shapes our ends,\\nRough-hew- them how we will. Act v. Sc. 5", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "SEAKSPEARE. 115\\nInto a towering passion. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nThe phrase would be more german to the mat-\\nter, if we could carry a cannon by our sides.\\nAct v. Sc. 2.\\nThere is a special providence in the fall of a\\nsparrow. Act v. Sc. 2.\\n1 have shot my arrow o er the house,\\nAnd hurt my brother. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nA hit, a very palpable hit. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nReport me and my cause aright. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nThat never set a squadron in the field,\\nNor the division of a battle knows. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nWhip me such honest knaves. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nBut I will wear my heart upon my sleeve\\nFor daws to peck at. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nThe wealthy curled darlings of our nation.\\nAct i. Sc. 2.\\nAlost potent, grave, and reverend seigniors.\\nAct i Sc. 3,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "116 SHAKSPEARE.\\nThe very head and front of my offending\\nHath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my\\nspeech. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nIn the tented field. Act i. Sc 3.\\nI Avill a round, unvarnished tale deliver\\nOf my whole course of love. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nThe battles, sieges, fortunes,\\nThat I have passed. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nWherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,\\nOf moving accidents, by flood and field,\\nOf hair-breadth scapes i the imminent deadly\\nbreach. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nAntres vast, and deserts idle. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nThe Anthropophagi, and men whose heads\\nDo grow beneath their shoulders. These things\\nto hear,*\\nWould Desdemona seriously incline. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nAnd often did beguile her of her tears. Act i. Sc. 3\\nMy story being done,\\nShe gave me for my pains a world of sighs\\nThe folios have this to hear.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "SEAKSPEARE. 117\\nShe swore, In faith, t was strange, t was passing\\nstrange\\nT was pitiful, t was wondrous pitiful\\nShe wished she had not heard it yet she wished\\nThat Heaven had made her such a man.\\nAct i. Sc. 3.\\nUpon this hint I spake\\nShe loved me for the dangers I had passed,\\nAnd I loved her that she did pity them.\\nAct i. Sc. 3J\\nI do perceive here a divided duty. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nThe rohbed that smiles steals something from the\\nthief. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nPut money in thy purse. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nFramed to make women false. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nFor I am nothing, if not critical. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nlago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.\\nDes. most lame and impotent conclusion\\nAct ii. Sc. 1.\\nEgregiously an ass. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nPotations pottle deep. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nKing Stephen was a worthy peer,\\nHis breeches cost him but a crown", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "118 SRAKSPEARE.\\nHe held them sixpence all too dear,\\nWith that he called the. tailor\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -lo.wn.*\\nAct ii. Sc. 3,\\nSilence that dreadful bell it frights the isle\\nFrom her propriety. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nYour name is great\\nIn mouths of wisest censure. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nlago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant\\nGas. Ay, past all surgery. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nthou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no\\nname to be known by, let us call thee devil\\nAct ii. Sc. 3.\\nthat men should put an enemy in their mouths,\\nto steal away their brains Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nGas. Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the\\ningredient is a devil.\\nlago. Come, come good wine is a good fa-\\nmiliar creature, if it be well used. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nPerdition catch my soul,\\nBut I do love thee and when I love thee not,\\nChaos is come again.f Act ill. Sc. 3.\\nThough these lines are from an old ballad given in\\nPercy they are much altered by Shakspeare, and it is his\\nversion we sing in the nursery.\\nf For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,\\nAnd, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.\\nVenus and Adonis.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 119\\nGood name, in man and woman, dear my lord,\\nIs the immediate jewel of their souls.\\nWho steals my purse, steals trash t is something,\\nnothing\\nT was mine, t is his, and has been slave to thou-\\nsands\\nBut he that filches from me my good name\\nRobs me of that which not enriches him,\\nAnd makes me poor indeed. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nO, beware, my lord, of jealousy\\nIt is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock\\nThe meat it feeds on. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nBut oh what damned minutes tells he o er,\\nWho dotes, yet doubts suspects, yet strongly\\nloves Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nPoor and content is rich, and rich enough.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.\\nTo be once in doubt,\\nIs once to be resolved. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nIf 1 do prove her haggard,\\nThough that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,\\nI d whistle her off, and let her down the wind\\nTo prey at fortune. Act iii. Sc 3.\\nDeclined into the vale of years. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nThe folios have, soundly loves.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "120 SHAKSPEARE.\\nThat we can call these delicate creatures ours,\\nAnd not their appetites. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nTrifles, light as air,\\nAre, to the jealous, confirmations strong\\nAs proofs of holy writ. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nNot poppy, nor mandragora,\\nNor all the drowsy syrups of the world,\\nShall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep\\nWhich thou ow dst yesterday. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nHe that is robbed, not wanting Avhat is stolen,\\nLet him not know it, and he s not robbed at all.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3\\nO, now, forever,\\nFarewell the tranquil mind farewell content\\nFarewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,\\nThat make ambition virtue O farewell\\nFarewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,\\nThe spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.\\nPride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.\\nOthello s occupation s gone Act iii. Sc. 3,\\nNo hinge, nor loop,\\nTo hang a doubt on. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nGive me the ocular proof. Act iii Sc. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "SHAKSPEARE. 121\\nOn horror s head horrors accumulate. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nBut this denoted a foregone conclusion.\\nAct iii. Sc. 3.\\nThey laugh that win. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nBut yet the pity of it, Iago Iago, the pity\\nof it, Iago. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nSteeped me in poverty to the very lips.\\nAct iv. Sc. 2.\\nBut, alas to make me\\nThe fixed figure for the time of scorn\\nTo point his slow, and moving finger at.\\nAct iv. Sc. 2.\\nAnd put in every honest hand a whip,\\nTo lash the rascal naked through the world.\\nAct iv. Sir. 2.\\nT is neither here nor there. Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nThis is the night\\nThat either makes me or fordoes me quite.\\nAct v. Sc. 1,\\nHe hath a daily beauty in his life. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nOne entire and perfect chrysolite. Act v. Sc. 2,\\nI have done the state some service, and they\\nknow it. Act v. S 2", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "122 SHAKSPEARE.\\nSpeak of me as I am nothing extenuate,\\nNor set down aught in malice. Then must you\\nspeak\\nOf one that loved not wisely, but too well.\\nAct v. Sc. 2.\\nOf one, whose hand,\\nLike the base Judean, threw a pearl away,\\nRicher than all his tribe. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nAlbeit unused to the melting mood. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nSONNETS.\\nAnd stretched metre of an antique song.\\nSonnet xvii.\\nThe painful warrior, famoused for fight,\\nAfter a thousand victories once foiled,\\nIs from the books of honor razed quite,\\nAnd all the rest forgot for which he toiled.\\nSonnet xxy.\\nAnd simple truth miscalled simplicity,\\nAnd captive good attending captain ill.\\nSonnet lxvi.\\nMy nature is subdued\\nTo what it works in, like the dyer s hand.\\nSonnet cxi.\\nLet me not to the marriage of true minds\\nAdmit impediments. Love is not love\\nWhich alters when it alteration finds. Sonnet cxvi.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "TUSSER. STILL. 123\\nTHOMAS TUSSER. 1523-1580.\\nExcept wind stands as never it stood,\\nIt is an ill wind turns none to good.*\\nMoral Reflections on the Wind.\\nAt Christmas play, and make good cheer,\\nFor Christmas comes but once a year.\\nFive Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Chap, xii-\\nSuch mistress, such Nan,\\nSuch master, such man.\\nChap, xxxviii.\\nT is merry in hall,\\nWhen beards wag all.f Chap. xlvi.\\nLook ere thou leap, see ere thou go.\\nChap. Ivii.\\nBISHOP STILL. (JOHN.) 1543-1607.\\nI cannot eat but little meat,\\nMy stomach is not good\\nBut sure I think that I can drink\\nWith liim that wears a hood.\\nGa?nmer Gurton s Needle. Act ii.\\nBack and side go bare, go bare,\\nBoth foot and hand go cold\\nBut, belly, God send thee good ale enough,\\nWhether it be new or old. ibid,\\nSee Proverbs, page 408.\\nf Merry swithe it is in halle,\\nWhen the beards waveth alle.\\nAdam Davie, 1312. Life of Alexander.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "124 MARL WE. RALEIGH.\\nCHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593,\\nWho ever loved that loved not at first sight\\nHero and Leander,\\nCome live with me, and be my love,\\nAnd we will all the pleasures pi*ove\\nThat valleys, groves, and hills, and fields,\\nWoods, or steepy mountains, yield.\\nThe Passionate Shepherd to Ms Lore.\\nWas this the face that launch d a thousand ships,\\nAnd burnt the topmast toAvers of Ilium\\nSweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.\\nHer lips suck forth my soul see where it flies.\\nFaustus.\\nSIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618.\\nIf all the world and love were young,\\nAnd truth in every shepherd s tongue,\\nThese pretty pleasures might me move\\nTo live with thee, and be thy love.\\nThe Nymph s Reply to the Passionate Shepherd.\\nSilence in love bewrays more woe\\nThan words, though ne er so witty\\nA beggar that is dumb, you know,\\nMay challenge double pity. The Silent Lover.\\nMethought I saw the grave where Laura lay.\\nVerses to Edmund Spenser.\\nQuoted by Shakspeare. As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 5.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "S YL J r ES TER. BARN FIELD. GEE I r lLLE. 1 2 -3\\nJOSHUA SYLVESTER. 1563-1618.\\nGo, Soul, the body s guest,\\nUpon a thankless errand\\nFear not to touch the best\\nThe truth shall be thy warrant,\\nGo, since I needs must die,\\nAnd give the world the lie.\\nThe Soul s Eirand.*\\nRICHARD BARXEIELD. [Born circa 1570.)\\nAs it fell upon a day,\\nIn the merry month of May,\\nSitting in a pleasant shade\\nWhich a grove of myrtles made.\\nAddress to the XUjIdingaleA\\nFULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE. 1554-1628.\\nwearisome condition of humanity\\nMustapka. Act v. Sc. 4.\\nAnd out of mind as soon as out of sight.\\nSonnet lvi.\\nSylvester is now generally regarded as the author of\\nThe Soul s Errand, long attributed to Raleigh.\\nt This song, often attributed to Shakspeare, is now confi-\\ndently assigned to Barnfield; it is found in his collection of\\nPoems in Divers Humours, published in 1598.\\nAnd when he is out of sight quickly also is he out of mind.\\nKempis. Imitation of Christ. B. i. Ch. 23.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "126 WO TTON. D ONNE.\\nRIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639.\\nHow bappy is he born or taught,\\nThat serveth not another s will\\nWhose armor is his honest thought,\\nAnd simple truth bis utmost skill\\nThe Character of a Happy Life..\\nLord of himself, though not of lands\\nAnd having nothing, yet hath all. Ibid.\\nYou meaner beauties of the night,\\nThat poorly satisfy our eyes\\nMore by your number than your light\\nTo his JUisti-ess, the Queen of Bohemia.\\nI am but a gatherer and disposer of other men s\\nStuff. Preface to the Elements of Architecture.*\\nDR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631.\\nWe understood\\nHer by her sight her pure and eloquent blood\\nSpoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought,\\nThat one might almost say her body thought.\\nFuneral Elegies on the Progress of the Soul.\\nShe and comparisons are odious.t\\nElegy 8. The Comparison.\\nlieliquice Wottoniamz.\\nt Cf. Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy, Pt. iii. Sc. 3, Mem.\\n1, Subs. 2.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "JON SON. 127\\nBEN JONSON. 1574-1637.\\nDrink to me only with thine eyes,\\nAnd I will pledge with mine\\nOr leave a kiss but in the cup,\\nAnd I 11 not look for wine.*\\nThe Forest. To Jdu\\\\.\\nStill to be neat, still to be drest\\nAs you were going to a feast.\\nThe Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nGive me a look, give me a face,\\nThat makes simplicity a grace.\\nRobes loosely flowing, hair as free\\nSuch sweet neglect more taketh me,\\nThan all th adulteries of art\\nThey strike mine eyes, but not my heart.\\nIbid.\\nIn small proportion Ave just beauties see,\\nAnd in short measures life may perfect be.\\nGood Life, Long Life,\\nUnderneath this stone doth lie\\nAs much beauty as could die\\nWhich in life did harbor give\\nTo more virtue than doth live.\\nEpitaph on Elizabeth.\\nE/xol 5e fiovoic irpomve rolq o/a/iaaiv El de fivv-\\nXti, role x\u00c2\u00abA\u00c2\u00a3(7i zpoaoepovaa, nX^pov (pL?j]fiu.Tuv to EKTZufj.il,\\nal ovtuc didov. Philostratus. Letter xxiv.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "128 JONSON.\\nUnderneath this sable hearse\\nLies the subject of all verse,\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Sidney s sister, Pembroke s mother.\\nDeath ere thou hast slain another,\\nLearu d and fair and good as she,\\nTime shall throw a dart at thee.\\nEpitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.\\nSoul of the age\\nThe applause delight the wonder of our stage\\nMy Shakspeare rise I will not lodge thee by\\nChaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie\\nA little further, to make thee a room.*\\nTo the Memory of Shakspeare.\\nSmall Latin, and less Greek. ibid.\\nSweet swan of Avon ibid.\\nGet money still get money, boy\\nNo matter by what means.f\\nEvery Man in his Humor. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nCf. Basse, p. 160.\\nt Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;\\nIf not, by any means get wealth and place.\\nTurE. Horace, Ep. i. Book 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "BE A UM OX T. FEE TCIIER. CARE W. 129\\nFRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1585-1616.\\nWhat things have we seen\\nDone at the Mermaid! heard words that have been\\nSo nimble and so full of subtile flame,\\nAs if that every one from whence they came\\nHad meant to put his whole wit in a jest,\\nAnd resolved to live a fool the rest\\nOf his dull life. Letter to Ben Jonson.\\nJOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625.\\nOur acts our angels are, or good or ill,\\nOur fatal shadows that walk by us still.\\nUpon an Honest Man s Fortune.\\nTHOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639.\\nHe that loves a rosy cheek,\\nOr a coral lip admires,\\nOr from star-like eyes doth seek\\nFuel to maintain his flres\\nAs old Time makes these decay,\\nSo his flames must waste away.\\nDisdain Returned.\\nThen fly betimes, for only they\\nConquer love, that run away.\\nConquest by Flight.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "130 VERB UR T. Wl THER.\\nSIR THOMAS OVERBURY. 1581-1613.\\nIn part to blame is she,\\nWhich hath without consent bin only tride\\nHe comes to neere that comes to be denide.*\\nA Wife. St. 3G.\\nGEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667.\\nShall I, wasting in despair,\\nDie because a woman s fair\\nOr make pale my cheeks with care,\\nCause another s rosy are\\nBe she fairer than the day,\\nOr the flow ry meads in May,\\nIf she be not so to me,\\nWhat care I how fair- she be f\\nThe Shepherd s Resolution\\nCf. Montague, page 213.\\nt Shall I like a hermit dwell\\nOn a rock or in a cell,\\nCalling home the smallest part\\nThat is missing of my heart\\nTo bestow it where I may\\nMeet a rival every day\\nIf she undervalue me\\nWhat care I how fair she he\\nAttributed to Sir Walter Raleigh", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "Q CARLES. BERBER T. 13 1\\nFRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1G44.\\nBe wisely worldly, but not worldly wise.\\nEmblems. Book ii. 2.\\nThis house is to be let for life or years\\nHer rent is sorrow, and her income tears\\nCupid t has long stood void her bills make\\nknown,\\nShe must be dearly let, or let alone.\\nIbid. Book ii. 10.\\nGEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632.\\nSweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,\\nThe bridal of the earth and sky. Mrtue.\\nSweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,\\nA box where sweets compacted lie. Ibid.\\nOnly a sweet and virtuous soul,\\nLike seasoned timber, never gives. ibid,\\nLike summer friends,\\nFlies of estate and sunshine. The Ansiver.\\nA servant with this clause\\nMakes drudgery divine\\nWho sweeps a room as for thy laws J\\nMakes that and the action fine. The Elirir", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "132 SUCKLING.\\nA verse may find him who a sermon flies,\\nAnd turn delight into a sacrifice.\\nThe Church Porch.\\nDare to be true, nothing can need a lie\\nA fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.*\\nIbid.\\nThe worst speak something good if all want\\nsense,\\nGod takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence. Ibid.\\nBibles laid open, millions of surprises. Sin.\\nMan is one world, and hath\\nAnother to attend him. Man.\\nIf goodness lead him not, yet weariness\\nMay toss him to my breast. The Pulley.\\nSIR JOHN SUCKLING. 1609-1641.\\nHer feet beneath her petticoat,\\nLike little mice stole in and out,\\nAs if they feared the light\\nBut oh she dances such a way\\nNo sun upon an Easter-day\\nIs half SO fine a sight. On a Wedding.\\nAnd he that does one fault at first\\nAnd lies to hide it, makes it two.\\nWatts. Against Lying.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "HERRI CK. 133\\nHer lips were red, and one was thin,\\nCompared with that was next her chin\\nSome hee had stung it newly. ibid\\nWhy so pale and wan, fond lover,\\nPrithee, why so pale\\nWill, when looking well can t move her,\\nLooking ill prevail\\nPrithee, why so pale Song.\\nT is expectation makes a hlessing dear\\nHeaven were not heaven, if we knew what it\\nwere. Against Fruition.\\nROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1660.\\nSome asked me where the Rubies grew,\\nAnd nothing I did say\\nBut with my finger pointed to\\nThe lips of Julia.\\nThe Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls,\\nSome asked how Pearls did grow, and where\\nThen spoke I to my Girl,\\nTo part her lips, and showed them there\\nThe quarelets of Pearl. Ibid,\\nHer pretty feet, like snails, did creep\\nA little out, and then,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "134 LOVELACE.\\nAs if they played at Bo-peep,\\nDid soon draw in again.* On her Feet.\\nGather ye rosebuds while ye may,\\nOld Time is still a-flying,\\nAnd this same flower, that smiles to-day,\\nTo-morrow will be dying.f\\nTo the Virgins to make much of Time.\\nHer eyes the glow-worm lend thee,\\nThe shooting stars attend thee\\nAnd the elves also,\\nWhose little eyes glow\\nLike the sparks of fir j, befriend thee.\\nNight Piece to Julia.\\nAttempt the end, and never stand to doubt,\\nNothing s so hard but search will find it out.\\nSeek and Find.\\nRICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658.\\nOh could you view the melody\\nOf every grace,\\nAnd music of her face,!\\nYou d drop a tear\\nSeeing more harmony\\nOh if a man could but fasten his eyes to her feet, as they\\nyteal in and out, and play at bo-peep under her petticoats.\\nCongkevk. Love for Love. Act-i. Sc. 5.\\nf Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds, before they be\\nwithered. Wisdom of Srfomon, ii. 8.\\nThe mind, the music breathing from her face.\\nI3Yiitoi. Bride of Abydos. St. 6.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "SEIRLE Y. CRASH A W. 13 5\\nIn her bright eye,\\nThan now you hear. Orpheus to Beasts\\nI could not love thee, dear, so much,\\nLoved I not honor more.\\nTo Lucasta on going to the Wars\\nWhen flowing cups run swiftly round\\nWith no allaying Thames.\\nTo Allheafrom Prison.\\nStone walls do not a prison make,\\nKor iron bars a cage\\nMinds innocent, and quiet, take\\nThat for an hermitage.\\nIbid.\\nJAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666.\\nOnly the actions of the just\\nSmell sweet and blossom in the dust.*\\nContention of A j ax and Ulysses. Sc. iii.\\nRICHARD CRASHAW. Circa 1616-1650.\\nThe conscious water saw its God and blushed.!\\nTranslation of Epigram on John, ii\\nThe sweet remembrance of the just\\nShall flourish when he sleeps in dust.\\nPsalm xci. 4. Common Prayer\\nt Nympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit.\\nAqua in vinum versa.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "1 3 6 DENE AM. DEKKER.\\nWhoe er she be,\\nThat not impossible she,\\nThat shall command my heart and me.\\nWishes to Ms supposed Mistress\\nA bappy soul, that all the way\\nTo heaven hath a summer s day.\\nIn praise of Leseius Rule of Health.\\nSydneian showers of sweet discourse. Ibid.\\nSIE JOHN DENHAM. 1615-1668.\\ncould I flow like thee, and make thy stream\\nMy great example, as it is my theme\\nThough deep, yet clear though gentle, yet not\\ndull\\nStrong without rage without o erflowing full.\\nCooper s Hill. Line 189.\\nActions of the last age are like Almanacs of\\nthe last year. The Sophy. A Tragedy.\\nTHOMAS DEKKER. 1638.\\nAnd though mine arm should conquer twentj\\nworlds,\\nThere s a lean fellow beats all conquerors.\\nOld Fortunatm\\nThe best of men\\nThat e er wore earth about him was a suff erei", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "COWLEY. 137\\nA soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit.\\nThe first true gentleman, that ever breathed.*\\nThe Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12\\nWe are ne er like angels till our passion dies.\\nIbid. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nABEAHAM COWLEY. 1618-1667.\\nTh adorning thee with so much art\\nIs but a barb rous skill\\nT is like the poisoning of a dart,\\nToo apt before to kill. The Waiting Maid.\\nWhat shall I do to be forever known,\\nAnd make the age to come my own The Motto\\nHis faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might\\nBe wrong his life, I m sure, was in the right.\\nOn the Death of Crashaw.\\nGod the first garden made, and the first city\\nCain.f The Garden. Essay v.\\nWe spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine\\nBut search of deep philosophy,\\nWit, eloquence, and poetry\\nArts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.\\nOn the Death of Mr. William Harvey.\\nOf the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth, come Ilabra-\\nham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; and also the Kyng of\\nthe right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesu.s was\\nSome. Juliana Berneks. Hernllic Blazonry.\\nf God made the country, and man made the tovn.\\nCowi EK. 77/6 Task. Book i", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "138 WALLER.\\nThe thirsty earth soaks up the rain\\nAnd drinks and gapes for drink again\\nThe plants suck in the earth, and are\\nWith constant drinking fresh and fair.\\nFrom Anacreon\\nWhy\\nShould every creature drink but I?\\nWhy, man of morals, tell me why Ibid.\\nHis time is forever, everywhere his place.\\nFriendship in Absence.\\nHence ye profane, I hate ye all,\\nBoth the great vulgar and the small.\\nHorace. Booh iii. Ode 1\\nEDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687.\\nThe soul s dark cottage, battered and decayed,*\\nLets hi new light through chinks that time has\\nmade.\\nStronger by weakness, wiser men become,\\nAs they draw near to their eternal home.\\nVerses upon his Divine Poesy.\\nUnder the tropic is our language spoke,\\nAnd part of Flanders hath received our yoke.\\nUpon the Dt-alh of the Lord Protector.\\nA narrow compass and yet there\\nDwelt all that s good, and all that s fair\\nDrawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts ns\\nharbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happi-\\nness through the chinks of her siekness-broken bo.lv.\\nFuller. JIuhj and Profune States. Hook i. eh. ii.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "MONTROSE. 139\\nGive me but what this ribbon bound,\\nTake all the rest the sun goes round.\\nOn a Girdle,\\nHow small a part of time they share\\nThat are so wondrous sweet and fair.\\nGo, lovely Rose,\\nThat eagle s fate and mine are one,\\nWhich, on the shaft that made him die,\\nEspied a feather of his own,\\nWherewith he wont to soar so high.*\\nTo a Lady singing a Sony of his composing.\\nMARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650.\\nHe either fears his fate too much,\\nOr his deserts are small,\\nWho dares not put it to the touch\\nTo gain or lose it all.\\nSong My Dear and only Love.\\nI 11 make thee glorious by my peu,\\nAnd famous by my sword. n d.\\nSo the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,\\nNo more through rolling clouds to soar again,\\nViewed his own feather on the fatal dart,\\nAnd winged the shaft that quivered in his heart.\\nByrox. English Bank.\\nLike a young eagle, who has lent his plume\\nTo fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom;\\nSee their own feathers pluck d, to wing the dart\\nWhich rank corruption destines for their heart.\\nT. Moore. Corruption,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "140 MILTON.\\nJOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.\\nPARADISE LOST.\\nOf Man s first disobedience and the fruit\\nOf that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste\\nBrought death into the world and all our woe.\\nBook i. Line. 1.\\nOr if Sion-hill\\nDelight thee more, and Siloa s brook, that flowed\\nFast by the oracle of God. Book i. Line 10.\\nThings unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.\\nBook i. Line 16.\\nWhat in me is dark\\nIllumine, what is low raise and support\\nThat, to the height of this great argument,\\nI may assert eternal Providence,\\nAnd justify the ways of God to men.\\nBooki Line 22.\\nAs far as Angel s ken. Book i. Line 59.\\nYet from those flames\\nNo light, but rather darkness visible.\\nBook i. Line 62.\\nWhere peace\\nAnd rest can never dwell, hope never comes\\nThat comes to all. Book i. Line 65.\\nWhat though the field be lost,\\nAll is not lost the unconquerable will,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "MILTON. 141\\nAnd study of revenge, immortal hate,\\nAnd courage never to submit or yield.\\nBook i. Line 105.\\nTo be weak is miserable\\nDoing or suffering. Booh i. Line 157.\\nAnd out of good still to find means of evil.\\nBook i. Line 165.\\nFarewell happy fields,\\nWhere joy forever dwells hail, horrors hail.\\nBook i. Line 249.\\nA mind not to be changed by place or time.\\nThe mind is its own place, and in itself\\nCan make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.\\nBook i. Line 253.\\nHere we may reign secure, and in my choice\\nTo reign is worth ambition, though in Hell\\nBetter to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.\\nBook i. Line 261.\\nHeard so oft\\nIn worst extremes, and on the perilous edge\\nOf battle. Book i. Line 275.\\nHis spear, to equal which the tallest pine\\nHewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast\\nOf some great ammiral, were but a wand.\\nBook i. Line 292\\nThick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks\\nIn Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades\\nHigh over-arched imbower Book i. Line 303", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "142 MILTON.\\nAwake arise or be forever fallen\\nBook i. Line 330\\nSpirits when they please\\nCan either sex assume, or both. Book i. Line 423.\\nExecute their airy purposes. Book i. Line 430\\nWhen night\\nDarkens the streets, then wander forth the sons\\nOf Belial, flown with insolence and wine.\\nBook i. Line 500.\\nTh imperial ensign, which, full high advanced,\\nShone like a meteor streaming to the wind.\\nBook i. Line 536.\\nSonorous metal blowing martial sounds\\nAt which the universal host up-sent\\nA shout that tore Hell s concave, and beyond\\nFrighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.\\nBook i. Line 540.\\nIn perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood\\nOf flutes and soft recorders. Book i. Line 550.\\nHis form had yet not lost\\nAll her original brightness, nor appeared\\nLess than Archangel ruined, and the excess\\nOf glory obscured. Book i. Line 591.\\nIn. dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds\\nOn half the nations, and with fear of change\\nPerplexes monarchs. Book i. Line 597.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "MILT OX. 143\\nThrice he assayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn,\\nTears, such as angels weep, burst forth.\\nBook i. Line 619\\nWho overcomes\\nBy force, hath overcome but half his foe.\\nBook i. Line 618\\nMammon, the least erected spirit that fell\\nFrom Heaven for ev n in Heaven his looks and\\nthoughts\\nWere always downward bent, admiring more\\nThe riches of Heaven s pavement, trodden gold,\\nThan aught divine or holy else enjoy d\\nIn vision beatilic. Book i. Line 679.\\nLet none admire\\nThat riches grow in Hell that soil may best\\nDeserve the precious bane. Book i. Line 690.\\nA fabric huge\\nRose, like an exhalation. Book i. Line 710.\\nFrom morn\\nTo noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,\\nA summer s day. Book i. Line 742\\nFaery elves,\\nWhose midnight revels, by a forest-side,\\nOr fountain, some belated peasant sees,\\nOr dreams he sees, while overhead the moon\\nSits arbitress. Book i. Line 781", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "144 MILTON.\\nHigh on a throne of royal state, which far\\nOutshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,\\nOr where the gorgeous East with richest hand\\nShowers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,\\nSatan exalted sat, by merit raised\\nTo that bad eminence. Book ii. Line 1\\nSurer to prosper than prosperity\\nCould have assured us. Book ii. Line 39\\nThe strongest and the fiercest spirit\\nThat fought in Heaven, now fiercer by despair.\\nBook ii. Line 44\\nRather than be less\\nCared not to be at all. Book ii. Line 47.\\nMy sentence is for open war. Book ii. Line 51.\\nThat in our proper motion we ascend\\nUp to our native seat descent and fall\\nTo US is adverse. Book ii. Line 75\\nWhen the scourge\\nInexorable, and the torturing hour\\nCall us to penance. Book ii. Line 90.\\nBut all was false and hollow, though his tongue\\nDropped manna, and could make the worse appear\\nThe better reason, to perplex and dash\\nMaturest counsels. Book ii. Line 112.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "MILT OX. 145\\nThe ethereal mould\\n[n capable of stain, would soon expel\\nHer mischief, and purge off the baser fire,\\nVictorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope\\nTs flat despair. Book ii. Line 139\\nFor who would lose,\\nThough full of pain, this intellectual being,\\nThose thoughts that wander through eternity,\\nTo perish rather, swallowed up and lost\\nIu the wide womb of uncreated night\\nBook ii. Line 146.\\nUnrespited, unpitied, unreprieved. Book ii. Line 185.\\nThe never ending flight\\nOf future days. Book ii. Line 221.\\nWith grave\\nAspect he rose, and in his rising seemed\\nA pillar of state deep on his front engraven\\nDeliberation sat, and public care\\nAnd princely counsel in his face yet shone,\\nMajestic though in ruin. Sage he stood,\\nWith Atlanteari shoulders, fit to bear\\nThe weight of mightiest monarchies his look\\nDrew audience and attention still as night\\nOr summer s noontide air. Book ii. Line 300.\\nThe palpable obscure. Book ii Line 406\\n10", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "146 MILTON.\\nOh, shame to men devil with devil damned\\nFirm concord holds, men only disagree\\nOf creatures rational. Book ii. Line 496\\nIn discourse more sweet,\\nFor eloquence the soul, song charms the sense,\\nOthers apart sat on a hill retired,\\nIn thoughts more elevate, ami reason d high\\nOf providence, foreknowledge, will and fate\\nFixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute,\\nAnd found no end, in wandering mazes lost.\\nBook ii. Line 555.\\nVain wisdom all, and false philosophy.\\nBook ii. Line 565\\nArm the obdured breast\\nWith stubborn patience as with triple steel.\\nBook ii. Line 568.\\nO er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,\\nRocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades\\nof death. Book ii. Line 620.\\nGorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire.\\nBook ii. Line 628.\\nThe other shape,\\nIf shape it might be called that shape had none\\nDistinguishable in member, joint or limb,\\nOr substance might be called that shadow seemed,\\nFor each seemed either black it stood as Nighl,\\nFierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,\\nAid shook a dreadful dart. Book ii. Line 670", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "HILTON. 147\\nWhence and what art thou, execrable shape\\nBook ii. Line 681.\\nDeath\\nGrinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear\\nHis famine should be filled. Booh ii. Line 845.\\nWhere eldest Night\\nAnd Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold\\nEternal anarchy amidst the noise\\nOf endless wars. Booh ii. Line 894.\\nWith ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,\\nConfusion worse confounded. Booh ii. Line 995.\\nHail, holy light offspring of Heaven first-\\nborn. Booh iii. Line 1.\\nThus with the year\\nSeasons return but not to me returns\\nDay, or the sweet approach of even or morn,\\nOr sight of vernal bloom, or summer s rose,\\nOr flocks, or herds, or human face divine.\\nBook iii. Line 40.\\nSince called\\nThe Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.\\nBooh iii. Line 495.\\nAt whose sight all the stars\\nHide their diminished heads.\\nBooh iv. Line 34", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "148 MILTON.\\nAnd, in the lowest deep, a lower deep,\\nStill threatening to devour me, opens wide,\\nTo which the hell I suffer seems- a heaven.\\nBook iv. Line 76\\nSo farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear.\\nFarewell remorse all good to me is lost.\\nEvil, be thou my good. Booh iv. Line 108.\\nThat practised falsehood under saintly shew,\\nDeep malice to conceal. Booh iv. Line 122.\\nFor contemplation he and valor formed,\\nFor softness she, and sweet attractive grace.\\nBooh iv. Line 297.\\nHis fair large front and eye sublime declared\\nAbsolute rule and hyacinthine locks\\nRound from his parted forelock manly hung\\nClustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.\\nBooh iv. Line 300.\\nAdam the goodliest man of men since born\\nHis sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.\\nBooh iv. Line 823.\\nAnd with necessity,\\nThe tyrant s plea, excused his devilish deeds.\\nBooh iv. Line 393.\\nImparadised in one another s arms.\\nBook iv. Line 500.\\nNow came still evening on, and twilight grey\\nHad in her sober livery all things clad.\\nBooh iv. Line 598", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "MILTON. 149\\nWith thee conversing, I forget all time\\nAll seasons and their change, all please alike.\\nBook iv. Line 639.\\nMillions of spiritual creatures walk the earth\\nUnseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.\\nBook iv. Line 677.\\nHail, wedded love mysterious law, true source\\nOf human offspring. Book iv. Line 750.\\nHim thus intent Ithuriel with his spear\\nTouched lightly. Book iv. Line 810.\\nNot to know me argues yourselves unknown,\\nThe lowest of your throng. Book iv. Line 830.\\nAll hell broke loose. Book iv. Line 918.\\nNow morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime\\nAdvancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl.\\nBook v. Line 1.\\nGood, the more\\nCommunicated, more abundant grows.*\\nBook v. Line 71.\\nThese are thy glorious works, Parent of good\\nBook v. Line 153.\\nA wilderness of sweets. Book v. Line 294.\\nAnother morn\\nRisen on mid-noon. Book v. Line 310.\\nThat good diffused may more abundant grow.\\nCowfer. Conversation", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "152 MILTON.\\nAnd over them triumphant Death his dart\\nShook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked.\\nBook xi. Line 491\\nThe world was all before them, where to choose\\nTheir place of rest, and Providence their guide.\\nBook xii. Line 64G\\nPARADISE REGAINED.\\nOf whom to be dispraised were no small praise.\\nBook ill. Line 56\\nAthens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts\\nAnd eloquence. Book iv. Line 240.\\nThence to the famous orators repair,\\nThose ancient, whose resistless eloquence\\nWielded at will that fierce democraty,\\nShook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,\\nTo Macedon, and Artaxerxes throne.\\nBook iv. Line 2G7\\nAs children gathering pebbles on the shore.\\nBook iv. Line 330\\nSAMSON AGONISTES.\\nAnd silent as the moon,\\nWhen she deserts the night\\nHid in her vacant interlunar cave. Line 87.\\nRan on imbattled armies clad in iron. Line 129", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "MILTON. 153\\nJust are the ways of God,\\nAnd justifiable to men. Line 293.\\nWhat boots it at one gate to make defence,\\nAnd at another to let in the foe Line 560,\\nHe s gone, and who knows how he may report\\nThy words, by adding fuel to the flame\\nLine 1350.\\nFor evil news rides post, while good news bates.\\nLine 1538.\\nTame villatic fowl. Line 1695.\\nAbove the smoke and stir of this dim spot,\\nWhich men call earth. Line 5.\\nThat golden key\\nThat opes the palace of eternity. Line 13.\\nMidnight shout and revelry,\\nTipsy dance and jollity. Line 1 33.\\nA thousand fantasies\\nBegin to throng into my memory,\\nOf calling shapes, and beckoning sbadows-dire,\\nAnd airy tongues, that syllable men s names\\nOn sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.\\nLine 205", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "154 MILTON.\\nWas I deceived, or did a sable cloud\\nTurn forth her silver lining on the night\\nLine 221\\nCan any mortal mixture of earth s mould\\nBreathe such divine, enchanting ravishment\\nLine 244.\\nHow sweetly did they float upon the wings\\nOf silence, through the empty-vaulted night,\\nAt every fall smoothing the raven-down\\nOf darkness till it smiled. Line 249.\\nWho, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul\\nAnd lap it in Elysium. Line 256.\\nVirtue could see to do what virtue would\\nBy her own radiant light, though sun and moon\\nWere in the flat sea simk. Line 373.\\nHe that has light within his own clear breast\\nMay sit i th centre and enjoy bright day\\nBut he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts\\nBenighted walks under the mid-day sun. Line, 381\\nSo dear to heaven is saintly chastity,\\nThat, when a soul is found sincerely so,\\nA thousand liveried angels lackey her. Line 453\\nHow charming is divine philosophy\\nNot harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "MILTON. 155\\nBut musical as is Apollo s lute,*\\nAnd a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,\\nWhere no crude surfeit reigns. Line 476.\\nI was all ear,\\nAnd took in strains that might create a soul\\nUnder the ribs of Death. Line 560.\\nWhat need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that,\\nLove-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn\\nLine 752.\\nEnjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric,\\nThat hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.\\nLine 790.\\nHis rod reversed,\\nAnd backward mutters of dissevering power.\\nLine 816.\\nBut now my task is smoothly done,\\nI can fly, or I can run. Line 1012.\\nLTCIDAS.\\nI come to pluck your berries, harsh and crude,\\nAnd, with forced fingers rude,\\nShatter your leaves before the mellowing year.\\nLine 3.\\nHe knew\\nHimself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.\\nLine 10.\\nAs sweet and musical\\nAs bright Apollo s lute.\\nLove s Labor s Lost, Act iv. Sc. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "156 MILTON.\\nWithout the meed of some melodious tear.\\nLine 14.\\nFame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise\\n(That last infirmity of noble mind)\\nTo scorn delights and live laborious days\\nBut the fair guerdon when we hope to find,\\nAnd think to burst out into sudden blaze,\\nComes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears,\\nAnd slits the thin-spun life. Line 70.\\nBuilt in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.\\nLine 101.\\nThe pilot of the Galilean lake. Line 109.\\nSo sinks the day-star in the ocean-bed,\\nAnd yet anon repairs his drooping head,\\nAnd tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore\\nFlames in the forehead of the morning sky.\\nLine 168.\\nTo-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.\\nLine 193.\\nIL PENSEROSO.\\nThe gay motes that people the sunbeams.\\nLine 8.\\nAnd looks commercing with the skies,\\nThy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. Line 39\\nAnd add to these retired Leisure,\\nThat in trim gardens takes his pleasure. Line 49.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "MILTON. 157\\nSweet bird, that shunn st the noise of folly,\\nMost musical, most melancholy Line 61.\\nSave the cricket on the hearth. Line 82\\nPresenting Thebes, or Pelops line,\\nOr the tale of Troy divine. Line 99.\\nOr bid the soul of Orpheus sing\\nSuch notes, as, warbled to the string,\\nDrew iron tears down Pluto s cheek. Line 105.\\nOr call up him that left half told\\nThe story of Cambuscan bold. Line 109\\nWhere more is meant than meets the ear.\\nLine 120.\\nAnd storied windows richly dight,\\nCasting a dim, religious light. Line 159.\\nL ALLEGKO.\\nHaste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee\\nJest, and youthful Jollity,\\nQuips, and cranks, and wanton wiles.\\nNods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Line 25\\nSport, that wrinkled Care derides,\\nAnd Laughter, holding both his sides.\\nCome, and trip it as you go,\\nOn the light fantastic toe. Line 3L", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "158 MILTON.\\nAnd every shepherd tells his tale,\\nUnder the hawthorn in the dale. Line 67.\\nMeadows trim with daisies pied. Line 75.\\nWhere perhaps some beauty lies,\\nThe Cynosure of neighboring eyes. Line 79.\\nHerbs, and other country messes,\\nWhich the neat-handed Phyllis dresses. Line 85.\\nTowered cities please us then,\\nAnd the busy hum of men. Line 117.\\nLadies, whoso bright eyes\\nRain influence. Line 121.\\nThen to the well-trod stage anon,\\nIf Jonson s learned sock be on,\\nOr sweetest Shakspeare, Fancy s child,\\nWarble his native wood-notes wild. Line 131.\\nAnd ever, against eating cares\\nLap me in soft Lydian airs,\\nMarried to immortal verse,\\nSuch as the meeting soul may pierce\\nIn notes, with many a winding bout\\nOf linked sweetness long drawn out. Line 135.\\nThe hidden soul of harmony. Line 144", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "MILTON. 159\\nSONNETS.\\nAs ever in my great task-master s eye. Sonnet vii.\\nThat old man eloquent. Sonnet x\\nThat would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.\\nSonnet xi.\\nLicense they mean when they cry liberty.\\nSonnet xii.\\nPeace hath her victories\\nNo less renowned than war. Sonnet xvi.\\nThey also serve who only stand and wait.\\nSonnet xix.\\nYet I argue not\\nAgainst Heaven s hand or will, nor bate a jot\\nOf heart or hope but still bear up and steer\\nEight onward. Sonnet xxii.\\nOf which all Europe rings from side to side.\\nSonnet xxii.\\nBut 0, as to embrace me she inclined,\\nI waked she fled and day brought back my\\nnight. Sonnet xxiii\\nUnder a star-y pointing pyramid.\\nDear son of memory, great heir of fame.\\nEpitaph on Shakspeare.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "160 BASSE. VA tTGHAN. D ESTRANGE.\\nWILLIAM BASSE. 1613-1648.\\nRenowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh\\nTo learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie\\nA little nearer Spenser, to make room\\nFor Shakspeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.\\nOn Shakspeare,\\nHENRY VATTGHAN. 1614-1695.\\nI see them walking in an air of glory\\nWhose light doth trample on my days\\nMy days which are at best but didl and hoary,\\nMere glimmering and decays. They are all gone.\\nDear beauteous death the jewel of the just.\\nIbid.\\nAnd yet, as angels in some brighter dreams\\nCall to the soul when man doth sleep,\\nSo some strange thoughts transcend our wonted\\nthemes.\\nAnd into glory peep. Ibid.\\nROGER L ESTRANGE. 1616-1704.\\nThough this may be play to you,\\nT is death to us.*\\nFables from several Authors. Fable 39b.\\nOne man s anguish is another s sport.\\nYoung. Satire vii.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "BUTLER. 161\\nSAMUEL BUTLER. 1612-1680.\\nHUDIBRAS.\\nWe grant, altho lie had much wit.\\nTie was very shy of using it.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 45.\\nBesides, t is known he could speak Greek\\nAs naturally as pigs squeak.\\nThat Latin was no more difficile,\\nThan to a blackbird t is to whistle.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 61.\\nHe could distinguish, and divide\\nA hair, twixt south and southwest side.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 67.\\nFor rhetoric, he could not ope\\nHis mouth, but out there flew a trope.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 81.\\nWhatever sceptic could inquire for,\\nFor every why he had a wherefore.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 131.\\nHe knew what s what, and that s as high\\nAs metaphysic wit can fly. Part i. Canto i. Line 149.\\nSuch as take lodgings in a head\\nThat s to be let unfurnished.*\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 161.\\nOften the cockloft is empty, in those which nature hath\\nbuilt many stories high. Fuller. Holy and Profane States.\\nB. v. ch. xviii.\\n11", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "162 BUTLER.\\nAnd prove their doctrine orthodox,\\nBy Apostolic blows and knocks.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 199.\\nCompound for sins they are inclined to,\\nBy damning those they have no mind to.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 215.\\nFor rhyme the rudder is of verses,\\nWith which, like ships, they steer their courses.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 463.\\nAnd force them, though it was in spite\\nOf Nature, and their stars, to write.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 647.\\nQuoth Hudibras, I smell a rat\\nRalpho, thou dost prevaricate.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 821.\\nOr shear swine, all cry and no wool.\\nPart i. Canto i. Line 852.\\nWith many a stiff thwack, many a bang,\\nHard crab-tree and old iron rang.\\nPart i. Canto ii. Line 831.\\nAy me what perils do environ\\nThe man that meddles with cold iron.\\nPart i. Canto iii. Line 1.\\nNor do I know what is become\\nOf him, more than the Pope of Rome.\\nPart i. Canto iii. Line 263\\nHe had got a hurt\\nOf the inside of a deadlier sort.\\nPart i. Canto iii. Line 309\\nSee Proverbs, p. 409.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "BUTLER. 163\\nI am not now in fortune s power\\nHe that is down can fall no lower.*\\nPart i. Canto iii. Line 877.\\nThou hast\\nOutrun the Constable at last.\\nPart i. Canto iii. Line 1367.\\nSome force whole regions, in despite\\n0 geography, to change their site\\nMake former times shake hands with latter,\\nAnd that which was before come after.\\nBut those that write in rhyme still make\\nThe one verse for the other s sake\\nFor one for sense, and one for rhyme,\\nI think s sufficient at one time.\\nPart ii. Canto i. Line 23.\\nQuoth she, I ve heard old cunning stagers\\nSay, fools for arguments use wagers.\\nPart ii. Canto i. Line 297.\\nFor what is worth in anything,\\nBut so much money as t will bring.\\nPart ii. Canto i. Line 465.\\nLove is a boy by poets styled\\nThen spare the rod and spoil the child.f\\nPart ii. Canto i. Line 843\\nThe sun had long since in the lap\\nOf Thetis taken out his nap,\\nHe that is down need fear no fall.\\nBunyan. Pilgrim s Progress.\\nt He that spareth his rod hateth his son.\\nProverbs, ch. xiii. 24", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "164 BUTLER.\\nAnd, like a lobster boiled, the mom\\nFrom black to red began to turn.\\nPart ii. Canto ii. Line 29.\\nHave always been at daggers-drawing,\\nAnd one another clapper-clawing.\\nPart ii. Canto ii. Line 79\\nHe that imposes an oath makes it,\\nNot he that for convenience takes it.\\nPart ii. Canlo ii. Line 377.\\nAs the Ancients\\nSay wisely, Have a care o th main chance,*\\nAnd look before you ere you leap\\nFor as you sow, y are like to reap.f\\nPart ii. Canto ii. Line 501.\\nDoubtless the pleasure is as great\\nOf being cheated, as to cheat.\\nPart ii. Canto iii. Line 1.\\nHe made an instrument to know\\nIf the moon shine at full or no.\\nPart ii. Canto iii. Line 261.\\nTo swallow gudgeons ere they re catched,\\nAnd count their chickens ere they re hatched.\\nPart ii. Canto iii. Line 923.\\nAs quick as lightning, in the breach\\nJust in the place where honor s lodged,\\nAs wise philosophers have judged,\\nBe careful still of the main chance. Dktden. Persius.\\nSatire vi.\\nt Cf. Tusser, ante, p. 26. Whatsoever a man soweth that\\nghail he also reap. Galatians, ch. vi. 7.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "BUTLER. 165\\nBecause a kick in that place more\\nHurts honor than deep wounds before,\\nPart ii. Canto iii. Line 1067.\\nAs men of inward light are wont\\nTo turn their optics in upon t.\\nPa* t iii. Canto i. Line 481.\\nStill amorous and fond, and billing,\\nLike Philip and Mary on a shilling.\\nPart iii. Canto i. Line 687.\\nWhat makes all doctrines plain and clear\\nAbout two hundred pounds a year.\\nAnd that which was proved true before,\\nProve false again Two hundred more.\\nPart iii. Canto i. Line 1277,\\nCause Grace and Virtue are within\\nProhibited degrees of kin\\nAnd therefore no true saint allows\\nThey shall be suffered to espouse.\\nPart iii. Canto i. Line 1293.\\nNick Machiavel had ne er a trick,\\nThough he gave his name to our old Nick.\\nPart iii. Canto i. Line 1313\\nTrue as the dial to the sun,\\nAlthough it be not shined upon.\\nPart iii. Canto ii. Line 175.\\nFor those that fly may fight again,\\nWhich he can never do that s slain.*\\nPart iii. Canto iii. IJne 243.\\nHe that complies against his will\\nIs of his own opinion still.\\nPart iii. Canto iii. Line 547.\\nSee page 402.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "166 DBTDEN.\\nJOHN DRYDEN. 1631-1700.\\nAlexander s feast.\\nNone but the brave deserves the fair. Line 15\\nSweet is pleasure after pain. Line 60,\\nSoothed with the sound, the king grew vain\\nFought all his battles o er again\\nAnd thrice he routed all his foes and thrice he\\nslew the slain. Line 66.\\nFallen from his high estate,\\nAnd weltering in his blood\\nDeserted, at his utmost need,\\nBy those his former bounty fed\\nOn the bare earth exposed he lies,\\nWith not a friend to close his eyes. Line 78.\\nFor pity melts the mind to love. Line 96.\\nWar, he sung, is toil and trouble\\nHonor, but an empty bubble\\nNever ending, still beginning,\\nFighting still, and still destroying. Line 99,\\nLovely Thais sits beside thee,\\nTake the good the gods provide thee. Line 106,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "DRYDEN. 167\\nSighed and looked, and sighed again. Line 120.\\nAnd, like another Helen, fired another Troy.\\nLine 154.\\nCould swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.\\nLine 160.\\nHe raised a mortal to the skies,\\nShe drew an ansrel down. Line 169.\\nABSALOM AND ACH1TOPHEL.\\nWliate er he did, was done with so much ease,\\nIn him alone t was natural to please.\\nPart i. Line 27.\\nA fiery soul, which, working out its way,\\nFretted the pigmy body to decay,\\nAnd o er informed the tenement of clay.\\nPart i. Line 156.\\nGreat wits are sure to madness near allied,\\nAnd thin partitions do their bounds divide.*\\nPart i. Line 163.\\nAnd all to leave what with his toil he won,\\nTo that unfeather d two-legg d thing, a son.\\nPart i. Line 169-\\nResolved to ruin or to rule the state.\\nPart i. Line 174.\\nWhat thin partitions sense from thought divide.\\nPope. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 262", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "1 68 BR YDEN.\\nBut wild ambition loves to slide, not stand,\\nAnd Fortune s ice prefers to Virtue s land.*\\nPart i. Line 198\\nThe people s prayer the glad diviner s theme,\\nThe young men s vision, and the old men s dream.f\\nPart i. Line 238.\\nThan a successive title, long and dark,\\nDrawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah s ark.\\nPart i. Line 301.\\nNot only hating David, hut the king.\\nPart i. Line 512.\\nWho think too little, and who talk too much.\\nPart i. Line 534.\\nA man so various, that he seemed to be\\nNot one, but all mankind s epitome\\nStiff in opinions, always in the wrong,\\nWas everything by starts, and nothing long.\\nBut in the course of one revolving moon,\\nWas chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.\\nPart i. Line 545.\\nSo over violent, or over civil,\\nThat every man Avith him was God or devil.\\nPart i. Line 557.\\nHis tribe were God Almighty s gentlemen.\\nPart i. Line 645.\\nGreatnesse on goodnesse loves to slide, not stand,\\nAnd leaves for Fortune s ice, Vertue s ferme land.\\nFrom Knolles s History, (under a portrait of Mustapha I.)\\nt Your old men shall dream dreams, your j-oung men shall\\nsee visions. Joel ii. 28.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "DRY DEN. 169\\nHim of the western dome, whose weighty sense\\nFlows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.\\nPart i. Line 868\\nBeware the fury of a patient man\\nPart i. Line 1005.\\nFor every inch, that is not fool, is rogue.\\nPart ii. Line 463.\\nCTMON AND IPHIGENIA.\\nAnd whistled as he went, for want of thought.\\nLine 84.\\nThe fool of nature stood with stupid eyes,\\nAnd gaping mouth, that testified surprise.\\nLine 107.\\nShe hugged the offender, and forgave the offence.\\nSex to the last. Line 367.\\nAnd raw in fields the rude militia swarms\\nMouths without hands maintained at vast ex-\\npense,\\nIn peace a charge, in war a weak defence\\nStout once a month they march, a blustering band,\\nAnd ever, but in times of need, at hand.\\nLine 400\\nOf seeming arms to make a short essay,\\nThen hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.\\nLine 407.\\nFuror fit loesa seepuis patientia.\\nPtjblius Syrus.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "170 DRYDEN.\\nLike a painted Jove,\\nKept idle thunder in his lifted hand.\\nAnnus Mirabilis. Stanza 39.\\nErrors like straws upon the surface flow\\nHe who would search for pearls must dive below.\\nAll for Love. Prologue,\\nMen are but children of a larger growth.\\nIbid. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nYour ignorance is the mother of your devotion\\nto me. The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nBut Shakspeare s magic could not copied be\\nWithin that circle none durst walk but he.\\nThe Tempest. Prologue,\\nI am as free as nature first made man,\\nEre the base laws of servitude began,\\nWhen wild in woods the noble savage ran.\\nThe Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nForgiveness to the injured does belong\\nBut they ne er pardon who have done the wrong.*\\nIbid. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nWhen I consider life, tis all a cheat.\\nYet fooled with hope, men favor the deceit\\nTrust on, and think to-morrow will repay\\nTo-morrow s falser than the former day\\nLies worse and while it says, We shall be blest\\nWith some new joys, cuts off what we possessed.\\nQuos laeserunt et oderunt. Seneca, Be Ira, Lib. ii.\\ncap. xxxiii.\\nProprium humani ingenii est odisse quem laeseris.\\nTacitus, Agricola, 42, 4.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "DRTDEN. 171\\nStrange cozenage none would live past years\\nagain,\\nYet all hope pleasure in what yet remain\\nAnd from the dregs of life think to receive\\nWhat the first sprightly running could not give.\\nAwengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1\\nHis hair just grizzled\\nAs in a green old age. (Edipus. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nOf no distemper, of no blast he died,\\nBut fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long\\nEven wondered at, because he dropt no sooner.\\nFate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years\\nYet freshly ran he on ten winters more\\nTill like a clock worn out with eating time,\\nThe wheels of weary life at last stood still.\\nIbid. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nShe, though in full blown flower of glorious\\nbeauty,\\nGrows cold, even in the summer of her age.\\nIbid. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nThere is a pleasure sure\\nIn being mad which none but madmen know.\\nThe Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nThis is the porcelain clay of human kind.*\\nDon Sebastian. Act i. Sc. I\\nLook round the habitable world, hoAV few\\nKnow their own good, or, knowing it, pursue.\\nTranslation of Juvenal s 1(M Satire.\\nThe precious porcelain of human clay.\\nBykon. Bon Juan. Canto iv. St. 11.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "172 DRYDEN.\\nThespis, the first professor of our art,\\nAt country wakes sung ballads from a cart.\\nPrologue to Lee s Sophonisba\\nHappy the man, and happy he alone,\\nHe, who can call to-day his own\\nHe who, secure within, can say,\\nTo-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.\\nImitation of Horace. Book i. Ode 29. Line 65.\\nBut Shadwell never deviates into sense.\\nMac Flecknoe. Line 20.\\nThe spectacles of hooks.\\nEssay on Dramatic Poetry.\\nLove endures no tie,\\nAnd Jove but laughs at lovers perjury.*\\nPal anion and Arcile. Book ii.\\nFor Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.\\nThe Cock and Fox. Line 452,\\nAnd that one hunting, which the devil design d\\nFor one fair female, lost him half the kind.\\nTheodore and Honoria.\\nThree Poets, in three distant ages born,\\nGreece, Italy, and England did adorn\\nThe first in loftiness of thought surpassed,\\nThe next in majesty, in both the last.\\nThe force of nature could no further go\\nTo make a third she joined the former two.\\nOn Milton,\\nPerjuria ridet amantium\\nJupiter. Tibullus. Lib. iii. El. 6. Line 49.\\nA Latin proverb translated by Shakspeare, Dryden, and\\nothers.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "BAXTER. B UN TAN. KING. 173\\nRICHARD BAXTER. 1615-1691.\\nI preached as never sure to preach again,\\nAnd as a dying man to dying men.\\nLove breathing Thanks and Praise,\\nJOHN BUNYAN. 1628-1688.\\nAnd so I penned\\nIt down, until at last it came to be,\\nFor length and breadth, the bigness which you\\nsee. Apology for his Book\\nSome said, John, print it, others said, Not so,\\nSome said, It might do good, others said, No.\\nIbid,\\nThe Slough of Despond. Pilgrim s Progress,\\nWILLIAM KING. 1663-1712.\\nAnd sat upon a rock, and bobbed for whale.\\nUpon a Giant s Angling\\nFaint heart ne er won fair lady.*\\nOrpheus and Eurydice. Line 184\\nAnd let us mind, faint heart ne er won\\nA lady fair.\\nBurks to Dr. Blaeklock-", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "174 ROCHESTER.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ROSCOMMON.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 OTWAT.\\nEARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680.\\nHere lies our sovereign lord the king,\\nWhose word no man relies on\\nHe never says a foolish thing,\\nNor ever does a wise one.\\nWritten on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II,\\nAnd ever since the conquest have been fools.\\nArtemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country.\\nEARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1634-1685.\\nImmodest words admit of no defence,\\nFor want of decency is want of sense.\\nEssay on Translated Verse.\\nTHOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685.\\nwoman lovely woman Nature made thee\\nTo temper man we had been brutes without you.\\nAngels are painted fair, to look like you\\nThere s in you all that we believe of heaven\\nAmazing brightness, purity, and truth,\\nEternal joy, and everlasting love.\\nVenice Preserved. Act i. Sc 1", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "SHEFFIELD. LEE. 175\\nSHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE\\n1649-1721.\\nOf all those arts in which the wise excel,\\nNature s chief masterpiece is writing well.\\nEssay on Poetry.\\nThere s no such thing in nature, and you 11 draw\\nA faultless monster which the world ne er ?aw.\\nIbid.\\nRead Homer once, and you can read no more,\\nFor all books else appear so mean, so poor\\nVerse will seem prose but still persist to read,\\nAnd Homer will be all the books you need.\\nIbid.\\nNATHANIEL LEE. 1650-1692.\\nThen he will talk good gods, how he will talk\\nAlexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nSee the conquering hero comes,\\nSound the trumpet, beat the drums.\\nIbid. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nT is beauty calls and glory leads the way.\\nIbid. Activ.Sc. 2.\\nWhen Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of\\nwar. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 2.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "176 WALTER POPE.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 NORMS. BROWN.\\nDR. WALTER POPE. 1714.\\nMay I govern my passion with absolute sway,\\nAnd grow wiser and better, as my strength wears\\naway. The Old Man s Wish.\\nJOHN NORRIS. 1657-1711.\\nHow fading are the joys we dote upon\\nLike apparitions seen and gone\\nBut those which soonest take their flight\\nAre the most exquisite and strong\\nLike angel s visits, short and bright,\\nMortality a too weak to bear them long.\\nThe Parting.\\nTOM BROWN. 1704.\\nI do not love thee, Doctor Fell,\\nThe reason why I cannot tell\\nBut this alone I know full well,\\nI do not love thee, Doctor Fell.*\\nNon amo te, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare;\\nHoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te.\\nMartial, Ep. 1. xxxiii.\\nJe ne vous aime pas, Hylas\\nJe n en saurois dire la cause,\\nJe sais seulement un chose;\\nC est que je ne vous aime pas.\\nRoger de Bussy, Comle de Rabutin, Epistle 33, Book 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "DEFOE. GIFFORD.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 PRIOR. 177\\nDANIEL DEFOE. 1661-1731.\\nWherever God erects a house of prayer,\\nThe Devil always bnikls a chapel there\\nAnd t will be found upon examination,\\nThe latter has the largest congregation.\\nThe True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1.\\nRICHARD GIEFORD. 1725-1807.\\nVerse sweetens toil, however rude the sound\\nAll at her work the village maiden sings,\\nNor, while she turns the giddy wheel around,\\nRevolves the sad vicissitudes of things.\\nContemplation\\nMATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721.\\nBe to her virtues very kind\\nBe to her faults a little blind. An English Padlock.\\nBe to her merits kind,\\nAnd to her faults whate er they are be blind.\\nPrologue to the Royal Mischief.\\nAbra was ready ere I called her name\\nAnd though I called another, Abra came.\\nSolomon on the Vanity of the World. Part ii.\\nNow fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,\\nAnt) often took leave but was loth to depart.\\nThe Thief and the Cordelier.\\nSee Proverbs, page 410.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "178 PRIOR.\\nOf two evils I have chose the least.*\\nImitation of Horace\\nHere lies what once was Matthew Prior f\\nThe son of Adam and of Eve\\nCan Bourbon or Nassau claim higher\\nEpitaph on Himself.\\nOdds life must one swear to the truth of a song\\nA Better Answer.\\nThat, if weak women went astray,\\nTheir stars were more in fault than they.\\nHans Carvel.\\nThe end must justify the means. Ibid.\\nAnd virtue is her own reward.\\nOde in Imitation of Horace. B. iii. Od. 2.\\nThat air and harmony of shape express,\\nFine by degrees, and beautifully less.\\nHenry and Emma.\\nOur hopes, like tow ring falcons, aim\\nAt objects in an airy height\\nThe little pleasure of the game\\nIs from afar to view the flight.\\nTo the Hon. Charles Montafpce.\\nOf two evils the less is always to be chosen. Thomas\\nA Kempis. Imitation of Christ. Book iii. Cli. 12.\\nf The following epitaph was written long before the time\\nof Prior:\\nJohnnie Carnegie lais heer.\\nDescendit of Adam and Eve, v\\nGif on} con gang hieher,\\nIse willing give him lere.\\nJ Fine by defect and delicately weak. Pope, p. 194.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0198.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "179\\nJOSEPH ADDISON. 1672-1719.\\nCATO.\\nThe dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,\\nAnd heavily in clouds brings on the day,\\nThe great, the important day, big with the fate\\nOf Cato, and of Rome. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nThy steady temper, Portius,\\nCan look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cresar,\\nIn the calm lights of mild philosophy. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nT is not in mortals to command success,\\nBut we 11 do more, Sempronius we 11 deserve it.\\nAct i. Sc. 2\\nBlesses his stars and thinks it luxury. Act i. Sc. 4.\\nT is pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul\\nI think the Romans call it stoicism. Act i. Sc. 4.\\nWere you with these, my prince, you d soon\\nforget\\nThe pale, unripened beauties of the North.\\nAct i. Sc. 4.\\nThe virtuous Marcia towers above her sex.\\nAct i. Sc. 4.\\nMy voice is still for war.\\nGods can a Roman senate long debate\\nWhich of the two to choose, slavery or death\\nAct ii. Sc. 1", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0199.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "180\\nA day, an hour, of virtuous liberty\\nIs worth a whole eternity in bondage.\\nAct ii. Sc. 1\\nThe woman that deliberates is lost. Act iv.Sc. 1,\\nWhen vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,\\nThe post of honor is a private station.\\nAct iv. Sc. 2.\\nIt must be so. Plato, thou reasonest well.\\nElse whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,\\nThis longing after immortality Act v. Sc. 1.\\nT is the divinity that stirs within us\\nT is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,\\nAnd intimates eternity to man. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nI m weary of conjectures. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nMy death and life,\\nMy bane and antidote, are both before me.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nThe soul secured in her existence, smiles\\nAt the drawn dagger, and defies its point.\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nThe wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.\\nAct v. Sc. 1\\nAnd, pleased the Almighty s orders to perform,\\nRides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.*\\nThe Campaign. Line 291.\\nFrequently ascribed to Pope. Dunciad. Book iii. Line 264.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0200.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "ADDISON. SOUTHERNE. 181\\nFor wheresoe er I turn my ravished eyes,\\nGay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,\\nPoetic fields encompass me around.\\nAnd still I seem to tread on classic ground.*\\nA Letter from Italy.\\nThe spacious firmament on high,\\nWith all the blue ethereal sky,\\nAnd spangled heavens, a shining frame,\\nTheir great Original proclaim. Ode.\\nSoon as the evening shades prevail,\\nThe moon takes up the wondrous tale,\\nAnd nightly to the listening earth\\nRepeats the story of her birth\\nWhile all the stars that round her burn,\\nAnd all the planets in their turn\\nConfirm the tidings as they roll,\\nAnd spread the truth from pole to pole. Ibid.\\nFor ever singing, as they shine,\\nThe hand that made us is divine. Ibid.\\nTHOMAS SOUTHERNE. 1659-1746.\\nPity s akin to love.f Oroonoka. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nMalone states that this was the first time the phrase\\nclassic ground, since so common, was ever used,\\nt Wo. I pity you.\\nOli. That s a degree to love.\\nShakspeaee. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. L", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0201.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "182 THEOBALD.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 CIBBER.\\nLOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744.\\nNone but himself can be his parallel.*\\nThe Double Falsehood.\\nCOLLEY CIBBER. 1671-1757.\\nThe aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome,\\nOutlives in fame the pious fool that raised it.\\nRichard III. Altered. Act iii. Sc. 1.\\nI ve lately had two spiders\\nCrawling upon my startled hopes.\\nNow tho thy friendly hand has brushed em from\\nme,\\nYet still they crawl offensive to my eyes\\nI would have some kind friend to tread upon em.\\nAct iv. Sc. 3.\\nOff with his head so much for Buckingham\\nAct iv. Sc. 3.\\nWith clink of hammers closing rivets up.f\\nAct v. Sc. 3\\nRichard s himself again\\nHark the shrill trumpet sounds, to horse, away,\\nMy soul s in arms, and eager for the fray.\\nRichard III. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nQuseris Alcidai parem:\\nNemo est nisi ipse.\\nSkneca. TTercules Fit rem. Act i. Sc 1.\\nf Cf. Shakspeare, Henry V. Act iv. Chorus.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0202.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "TAELTON.\u00e2\u0080\u0094SE WELL. BICKERSTAFF. 183\\nRICHARD TARLTON.\\nThe King of France, with forty thousand men\\nWent up a hill, and so came down again.\\nFrom the Pigges Corantoe, 1642.\\nRICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743.\\nHe lives to build, not boast a generous race\\nNo tenth transmitter of a foolish face.\\nThe Bastard. Line 7\\nDR. GEORGE SEWELL. 1726.\\nWhen all the blandishments of life are gone,\\nThe coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.\\nThe Suicide.\\nISAAC BICKERSTAFF. Circa 1735\\nPerhaps it was right to dissemble your love,\\nBut why did you kick me down stairs\\nTis Well its No Worse.\\nI care for nobody, no, not I,\\nIf no one cares for me.*\\nLove in a Village. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nIf naebody care for me,\\nI ll care for naebody.\\nBurns. hae a Wife o my Ain.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0203.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "184\\nJONATHAN SWIFT. 1667-1745.\\nI Ve often wished that I had clear,\\nFor life, six hundred pounds a year,\\nA handsome house to lodge a friend,\\nA river at my garden s end.\\nImitation of Horace. B. ii. Sat. 6\\nSo geographers, in Afric maps,*\\nWith savage pictures fill their gaps,\\nAnd o er unhahitahle downs\\nPlace elephants for want of towns.\\nSo, naturalists observe, a flea\\nHas smaller fleas that on him prey\\nAnd these have smaller still to bite em.\\nAnd SO proceed ad infinitum. Poetry, a Rhapsody.\\nAnd he gave it for his opinion, that whoever\\ncould make two ears of corn, or two blades of\\ngrass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only\\none grew before, would deserve better of man-\\nkind, and do more essential service to his country,\\nthan the whole race of politicians put together.\\nGulliver s Travels.\\nAs geographers crowd into the edges of their maps, parts\\nof the world which they do not know about, adding notes in\\nthe margin to the effect, that beyond this lies nothing but\\nsandy deserts full of wild beasts and unapproachable bogs.\\nPlutarch. Thestu$", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0204.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "CONGREVE ROWE. 185\\nWILLIAM CONGKEVE. 1669-1729.\\nMusic hath charms to soothe the savage breast,\\nTo soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.\\nThe Mourning Bride. Act i, Sc. 1.\\nBy magic numbers and persuasive sound. Ibid.\\nHeaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,\\nNor hell a fury like a woman scorned.\\nIbid. Act iii. Sc. 8.\\nFor blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,\\nAnd though a late, a sure reward succeeds.\\nIbid. Act v. -Sc. 12,\\nIf there s delight in love, t is when I see\\nThat heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.\\nThe Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12\\nFerdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of\\nthee, thou bar of the first magnitude.\\nLove for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5.\\nNICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718.\\nIs she not more than painting can express,\\nOr youthful poets fancy when they love\\nThe Fair Penitent. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nIs this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario\\nIbid. Act v. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0205.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "186 pope.\\nALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.\\nESSAY ON MAN.\\nAwake, my St. John leave all meaner things\\nTo low ambition, and the pride of kings.\\nLet us (since life can little more supply\\nThan just to look about us, and to die,)\\nExpatiate free o er all this scene of man\\nA mighty maze but not without a plan.\\nEpistle i. Line 1,\\nEye Nature s walks, shoot folly as it flies,\\nAnd catch the manners living as they rise\\nLaugh where we must, be candid where we can,\\nBut vindicate the ways of God to man.*\\nEpistle i. Line 13.\\nHeaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.\\nEpistle i. Line 77.\\nPleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,\\nAnd licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.\\nEpistle i. Line 83.\\nWho sees with equal eye, as God of all,\\nA hero perish, or a sparrow fall,\\nAtoms or systems into ruin hurled,\\nAnd now a bubble burst, and now a world.\\nEpistle i. Line 87.\\nHope springs eternal in the human breast\\nMan never is, but always to be blest.\\nAnd justify the ways of God to men.\\nParadise Lust, B. i. L. 2G", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0206.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "pope. 187\\nThe soul, uneasy, and confin d from home,\\nRests and expatiates in a life to come.\\nLo, the poor Indian whose untutored mind\\nSees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.\\nEpistle i. Line 95.\\nFar as the solar walk or milky way.\\nEpistle i. Line 102.\\nBut thinks, admitted to that equal sky,\\nHas faithful dog shall bear him company.\\nEpistle i. Line 111.\\nIn pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies\\nAll quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.\\nPride still is aiming at the blessed abodes,\\nMen would be angels, angels would be gods.\\nEpistle i. Line 123.\\nDie of a rose in aromatic pain. Epistle i. Line 200\\nThe spider s touch how exquisitely fine\\nFeels at each thread, and lives along the line.*\\nEpistle i. Line 217\\nMuch like a subtle spider which doth sit,\\nIn middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;\\nIf ought do touch the utmost thread of it\\nShe feels it instantly on every side.\\nSir John Davies, (1570-1626.) Immortality of the Soul\\nOur souls sit close and silently within,\\nAnd their own web from their own entrails spin\\nAnd when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,\\nThat spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.\\nDkydejt. Marriage a la Mode. Act ii. Sc. L", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0207.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "188\\nWhat thin partitions sense from thought divide.*\\nEpistle i. Line 226.\\nAll are but parts of one stupendous whole,\\nWhose body Nature is, and God the soul.\\nEpistle i. Line 267.\\nAs full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,\\nAs the rapt seraph that adores and burns.\\nEpistle i. Line 211.\\nAll nature is but art, unknown to thee\\nAll chance, direction, wdiich thou canst not see\\nAll discord, harmony not. under stood\\nAll partial evil, universal good\\nAnd spite of pride, in erring reason s spite,\\nOne truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.\\nEpistle i. Line 289.\\nKnow then thyself, presume not God to scan\\nThe proper study of mankind is man.f\\nEpistle ii. Line 1,\\nChaos of thought and passion, all confused\\nStill by himself abused or disabused\\nCreated half to rise, and half to fall\\nGreat lord of all things, yet a prey to all\\nGreat wits are sure to madness near allied,\\nAnd thin partitions do their bounds divide.\\nDeyden, ante, p. 139.\\nNullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementia? fuit.\\nSenega, Be Tranquillitaie Animi, xvii. 10, quotes this from\\nAristotle, who gives as one of his Problemata (xsx. 1), A;u\\nt l navrec boot TreptTTol ysyovaaiv uvdpeg ij Kara j L?j)GO piav\\nnoliTUifjv -noirioiv fj rixva-S (paivovrai pe7uayxo?dKol ovteq.\\nf From Charron (de la Sagesse): La vraye science et\\nLe vray etude de l homme c est l homme.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0208.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "pope. 189\\nSole judge of truth, in endless error hurled\\nThe glory, jest, and riddle of the world.*\\nEpistle ii. Line 13.\\nFix d like a plant on his peculiar spot,\\nTo draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.\\nEpistle ii. Line 63..\\nOn life s vast ocean diversely we sail,\\nReason the card, but passion is the gale.\\nEpisde ii. Line 107.\\nAnd hence one master-passion in the breast,\\nLike Aaron s serpent, swallows up the.rest.\\nEpistle ii. Line 131.\\nThe young disease, that must subdue at length,\\nGrows Avith his growth, and strengthens Avith his\\nstrength. Epistle ii. Line 135.\\nVice is a monster of so frightful mien,f\\nAs, to be hated, needs but to be seen\\nYet seen too oft, familiar Avith her face,\\nWe first endure, then pity, then embrace.\\nEpistle ii. Line 217.\\nVirtuous and vicious every mah must be,\\nFew in th extreme, but all in the degree.\\nEpistle ii. Line 231.\\nQuelle chimere est-ce done que l homme! quelle nou-\\nveaute, quel chaos, quel sujet de contradiction! Juge de\\ntoutes choses, imbecile ver de terre, ddpositaire du vrai, amas\\ntl incertitude, gloire et rebut de l univers. Pascal. Sys-\\niewzes des Philosojihes, xxv.\\nt For truth has such a face and such a mien,\\nAs to be loved needs only to be seen.\\nDryden. The Hind and Panther.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0209.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "190 POPE.\\nBehold the child, by Nature s kindly law,\\nPleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw\\nSome livelier plaything gives his youth delight,\\nA little louder, but as empty quite\\nScarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,\\nAnd beads and prayer-books are the toys of age\\nPleas d with this bauble still, as that before,\\nTill tired he sleeps, and life s poor play is o er.\\nEpistle ii. Line 275\\nLearn of the little nautilus to sail,\\nSpeed the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.\\nEpistle iii. Line 177.\\nThe enormous faith of many made for one.\\nEpistle iii. Line 242.\\nFor forms of government let fools contest\\nWhate er is best administered is best\\nFor modes of faith, let graceless zealots fight\\nHis can t be wrong whose life is in the right.*\\nEpistle iii. Line 303.\\nO happiness our being s end and aim\\nGood, pleasure, ease, content whate er thy name\\nThat something still which prompts th eternal\\nsigh,\\nFor which we bear to live, or dare to die.\\nEpistle iv. Line 1,\\nOrder is Heaven s first law. Epistle iv. Line 49.\\nHis faith perhaps, in some nice tenets, might\\nBe wrong; his life, I m sure, was in the right.\\nCowley. On the Death of Crashaw", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0210.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "POPE. 191\\nReason s whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,\\nLie in three words health, peace, and compe-\\ntence. Epistle iv. Line 79.\\nThe soul s calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.\\nEpistle iv. Line ll 8\\nHonor and shame from no condition rise\\nAct well your part, there all the honor lies.\\nEpistle iv. Line 193.\\nWorth makes the man, and want of it the fellow\\nThe rest is all but leather or prunello.\\nEpistle iv. Line 203.\\nWhat can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards\\nAlas not all the blood of all the Howards.\\nEpistle iv. Line 215.\\nA wit s a feather, and a chief a rod\\nAn honest man s the noblest work of God.*\\nEpistle iv. Line 247.\\nPlays round the head, but comes not to the heart\\nOne self-approving hour whole years outweighs\\nOf stupid starers and of loud huzzas\\nAnd more true joy Marcellus exiled feels\\nThan Caesar with a senate at his heels.\\nEpistle iv. Line 254.\\nIf parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined,\\nThe wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind\\nMan is his own star, and thaf soul that can\\nBe honest, is the only perfect man.\\nFletcheh. Upon an Honest Man s Fortune", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0211.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "192 pope.\\nOr, ravished with the whistling of a name,\\nSee Cromwell, damned to everlasting fame\\nEpistle iv. Line 281\\nKnow then this truth (enough for man to know),\\nVirtue alone is happiness below.\\nEpistle iv. Line 309.\\nSlave to no sect, who takes no private road,\\nBut looks through nature up to nature s God.f\\nEpistle iv. Line 331.\\nFormed by thy converse, happily to steer\\nFrom grave to gay, from lively to severe.^\\nEpistle iv. Line 379.\\nSay, shall my little bark attendant sail,\\nPursue the triumph, and partake the gale\\nEpistle iv. Line 385.\\nThou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.\\nEpistle iv. Line 390.\\nThat virtue only makes our bliss below,\\nAnd all our knowledge is, ourselves to know.\\nEpistle iv. Line 397.\\nMay see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,\\nAnd glorify what else is damned to fame.\\nSavage. Character of Foster.\\nDamned by the Muse to everlasting fame.\\nLloyd. Epistle to a Friend.\\nf You will find that it is the modest, not the presumptuous\\ninquirer, who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery\\nof divine truths. One follows Nature and Nature s God\\nthat is, he follows God in his works and in his word.\\nBolingbrokk. A Letter to Mr. Pope.\\nJ Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d une voix legere\\nPasser du grave au doux, du plaisant au severe.\\nBoileau. VArt Poitique. Chant I er", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0212.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "pope. 193\\nMORAL ESSAYS.\\nTo observations which ourselves we make,\\nWe grow more partial for the observer s sake.\\nEpistle i. Line 11.\\nLike following life through creatures you dissect\\nYou lose it in the moment you detect.\\nEpistle i. Line 29.\\nHalf our knowledge we must snatch, not take.\\nEpistle i. Line 40.\\nT is from high life high characters are drawn\\nA saint hi crape is twice a saint in lawn.\\nEpistle i. Line 135.\\nT is education forms the common mind\\nJust as the twig is bent the tree s inclined.\\nEpistle i. Line 149.\\nManners with fortunes, humors turn with climes,\\nTenets with books, and principles with times.*\\nEpistle i. Line 173.\\nOdious in woollen t would a saint provoke,\\nWere the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.\\nEpistle i. Line 246.\\nAnd you, hrave Cobham to the latest breath\\nShall feel your ruling passion strong in death.\\nEpistle i. Line 262.\\nWhether the charmer simier it, or saint it,\\nIf folly grow romantic, I must paint it.\\nEpistle ii. Line 15.\\nTempora mutantur nos et mutamur in illis.\\nBORBONIUS.\\n13", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0213.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "194 pope.\\nChoose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it\\nCatch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.\\nEpistle ii. Line 19.\\nFine by defect, and delicately weak.\\nEpistle ii. Line -13.\\nWith too much quickness ever to be taught\\nWith too much thinking to have common thought.\\nEpistle ii. Line 97.\\nTo heirs unknown descends th unguarded store,\\nOr wanders, heaven-directed, to the poor.\\nEpistle ii. Line 149.\\nVirtue she finds too painful an endeavor,\\nContent to dwell in decencies forever.\\nEpistle ii. Line 163.\\nMen, some to business, some to pleasure take\\nBut every woman is at heart a rake.\\nEpistle ii. Line 215\\nSee how the world its veterans rewards\\nA youth of frolics, an old age of cards.\\nEpistle ii. Line 243.\\nOh blessed with temper, whose unclouded ray\\nCan make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.\\nEpistle ii. Line 257.\\nShe who ne er answers till a husband cools,\\nOr, if she rules him, never shows she rules.\\nEpistle ii. Line 20 1\\nAnd mistress of herself, though china fall.\\nEpistle ii. Line 208.\\nWoman s at best a contradiction still.\\nEpistle ii. Line 270", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0214.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "pope. 195\\n(Vho shall decide, when doctors disagree,\\nAnd soundest casuists doubt, like you and me\\nEpistle iii. Line 1\\nBlest paper-credit last and best supply\\nThat lends corruption tighter wings to fly.\\nEpistle iii. Line 39\\nBut thousands die without or this or that,\\nDie, and endow a college or a cat.\\nEpistle iii. Line 95.\\nThe ruling passion, be it what it will,\\nThe ruling passion conquers reason still.\\nEpistle iii. Line 153.\\nExtremes in nature equal good produce.\\nEpistle iii. Line 161.\\nBise, honest muse and sing the man of Boss.\\nEpistle iii. Line 250.\\nWho builds a church to God, and not to fame,\\nWill never mark the marble with his name.\\nEpistle iii. Line 285.\\nGood sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,\\nAnd though no science, fairly worth the seven.\\nEpistle iv. Line 43.\\nTo rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,\\nWho never mentions hell to ears polite.*\\nEpistle iv. Line 149.\\nIn the reign of Charles II. a certain worthy divine at\\nWhitehall thus addressed himself to the auditory at the con-\\nelusion of his sermon In short, if you don t live up to the\\nprecepts of the gospel, but abandon yourselves to your irreg-\\nular appetites, yon must expect to receive your reward in a\\ncertain place, which t is not good manners to mention here.\\nTom Brown. Laconics.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0215.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "Qaa\\n196 pope.\\nan essay on criticise.\\nT is with our judgments as our watches, none\\nGo just alike, yet each helieves his own.*\\nPart i. Line 9\\nOne science only will one genius fit\\nSo vast is art, so narrow human wit.\\nPart i. Line GO-\\nAnd snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.\\nPart i. Line 153.\\nPride, the never failing vice of fools.\\nPart ii. Line 4.\\nA little learning is a dangerous thing\\nDrink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring f\\nThere shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,\\nAnd drinking largely sobers us again.\\nPart ii. Line 15.\\nHills peep o er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.\\nPart ii. Line 32.\\nWhoever thinks a faultless piece to see,\\nThinks what ne er was, nor is, nor e er shall be.\\nPart. ii. Line 53.\\nBut as when an authentic watch is shown,\\nEach man winds up and rectifies his own,\\nSo in our very judgments, c.\\nSuckling. Epilogue to Aglaura.\\nt A little philosophy inelineth man s mind to atheism, but\\ndepth in philosophy bringeth men s minds about to religion.\\nLokd Bacon. Essay on Atheism.\\nHigh characters, cries one, and he would see\\nThings that ne er were, nor are, nor e er will be.\\nSuckling. Epilogue to The Goblins.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0216.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "pope. 197\\nTrue wit is nature to advantage dressed,\\nWhat oft was thought, hut ne er so well expressed.\\nPan ii. Line 97.\\nWords are like leaves and where they most\\nahound,\\nMuch fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.\\nPart ii. Line 109\\nSuch labored nothings, in so strange a style.\\nPart ii. Line 126.\\nIn words, as fashions, the same rule will hold,\\nAlike fantastic, if too new or old\\nBe not the first by whom the new are tried,\\nNor yet the last to lay the old aside.\\nPart ii. Line 133.\\nThese equal syllables alone require,\\nThough oft the ear the open vowels tire,\\nWhile expletives their feeble aid do join,\\nAnd ten low words oft creep in one dull line.\\nPart ii. Line 1M.\\nA needless Alexandrine ends the song,\\nThat, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length\\nalong Part ii. Line 156.\\nTrue ease in writing comes from art, not chance,\\nAs those move easiest who have learned to dance.\\nPart ii. Line 162.\\nThe sound must seem an echo to the sense\\nSoft is the strain when zephyr gently blows,\\nSolvuntur, tardosque trahit sinus ultimus orbes.\\nYirgil. Georyics, Lib. iii. 421", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0217.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "198 pope.\\nAnd the smooth stream in smoother numbers\\nflows;\\nBut when loud surges lash the sounding shore,\\nThe hoarse rough verse should like the torrent\\nroar.\\nWhen Ajax strives some rock s vast weight to\\nthrow,\\nThe line too labors, and the words move slow\\nNot so, when swift Camilla scours the plain,\\nFlies o er th unbending corn, and skims along the\\nmain. Part ii. Line 165.\\nFor fools admire, but men of sense approve.\\nPart ii. Line 191.\\nEnvy will merit as its shade pursue,\\nBut Like a shadow, proves the substance true.\\nPart ii. Line 266.\\nTo err is human, to forgive divine.\\nPart ii. Line 325.\\nAll seems infected that th infected spy,\\nAs all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.\\nPart ii. Line 358.\\nAnd make each day a critic on the last.\\nPart iii. Line 12.\\nMen must be taught as if you taught them not,\\nAnd things unknown proposed as things forgot.\\nPart iii. Line 15,\\nThe bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,\\nWith loads of learned lumber in his head.\\nPart iii. Line 53.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0218.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "pope. 199\\nFor fools rush in where angels fear to tread.\\nPart iii. Line 66.\\nLed by the light of the Maeonian star.\\nPart iii. Line 89.\\nContent if hence the unlearned their wants may\\nview,\\nThe learned reflect on what before they knew.*\\nPart iii. Line 179.\\nTHE RAPE OF THE LOCK.\\nWhat dire offence from amorous causes springs,\\nWhat mighty contests rise from trivial things.\\nCanto i. Line 1.\\nAnd all Arabia breathes from yonder box.\\nCanto i. Line 134.\\nOn her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,\\nWhich Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.\\nCanto ii. Line 7.\\nIf to her share some female errors fall,\\nLook on her face, and you 11 forget them all.\\nCanto ii. Line 17.\\nFair tresses man s imperial race ensnare,\\nAnd beauty draws us with a single hair.f\\nCanto ii. Line 27.\\nIndocti discant et anient meminisse periti.\\nThis Latin hexameter, which is commonly ascribed to Horace,\\nappeared for the first time as an epigraph to President Re-\\nnault s Abrege Chronologique, and in the preface to the third\\nedition of this work, He nault acknowledges that he had given\\nit as a translation of this couplet.\\nt She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,\\nCan draw you to her with a single hair.\\nDeydex. Persius, Satire i", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0219.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "200 pope.\\nHere thou, great Anna whom three realms obey,\\nDost sometimes counsel take and sometimes tea.\\nCanto iii. Line 7.\\nAt every Avord a reputation dies.\\nCanto iii. Line 10,\\nThe hungry judges soon the sentence sign,\\nAnd wretches hang, that jurymen may dine.\\nCanto iii. Line 21.\\nCoffee, which makes the politician wise,\\nAnd see through all things with his hall-shut eyes.\\nCanto iii. Line 117.\\nThe meeting points the sacred hair dissever\\nFrom the fair head, forever, and forever\\nCanto iii. Line 153.\\nwins the soul.\\nCanto v. Line 34.\\nEPISTLE TO DE. ARBUTHNOT.\\nPROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES.\\nLine 1.\\nFire in each eye, and papers in each hand,\\nThey rave, recite, and madden round the land.\\nLine 5.\\nE en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me.\\nLine 12\\nIs there a parson much bemused in beer,\\nA maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0220.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "POPE. 201\\nA clerk foredoomed his father s soul to cross,\\nWho pens a stanza when he should engross.\\nLine 15.\\nFriend to my life, which did not you prolong,\\nThe world had wanted many an idle song.\\nLine 27.\\nObliged by hunger and request of friends.\\nLine 44.\\nFired that the house rejects him, sdeath I 11\\nprint it,\\nAnd shame the fools. Line 61\\nNo creature smarts so little as a fool. Line 84\\nDestroy his fib, or sophistry, in vain\\nThe creature s at his dirty work again. Line 91.\\nAs yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,\\nI lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.\\nLine 127\\nPretty in amber to observe the forms,\\nOf hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms\\nThe things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,\\nBut wonder how the devil they got there.\\nLine 169\\nAnd he whose fustian s so sublimely bad,\\nIt is not poetry, but prose run mad. Line 187\\nShould such a man, too fond to rule alone,\\nBear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.\\nLine 197", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0221.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "202 pope.\\nDamn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,\\nAnd without sneering teach the rest to sneer\\nWilling to wound, and yet afraid to strike,\\nJust hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.\\nLine 201.\\nBy flatterers besieged,\\nAnd so obliging that he ne er obliged\\nLike Cato, give his little senate laws,\\nAnd sit attentive to his own applause. Line 207.\\nWho but must laugh, if such a man there be\\nWho would not weep, if Atticus were he\\nLine 213.\\nCursed be the verse, how well soe er it flow,\\nThat tends to make one worthy man my foe.\\nLine 283.\\nSatire or sense, alas can Sporus feel,\\nWho breaks a butterfly upon a Avheel Line 307.\\nEternal smiles his emptiness betray,\\nAs shallow streams run dimpling all the way.\\nLine 314.\\nWit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.\\nLine 333.\\nMe, let the tender office long engage\\nTo rock the cradle of reposing age,\\nWith lenient arts extend a mother s breath,\\nMake languor smile, and smooth the bed of death\\nExplore the thought, explain the asking eye,\\nAnd keep awhile one parent from the sky.\\nLinekYd.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0222.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "203\\nSATIRES, EPISTLES, AXD ODES OF HORACE.\\nLord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.\\nBook ii. Satire i. Line 6.\\nSatire s my weapon, hut I m too discreet\\nTo run a muck, and tilt at all I meet.\\nBook ii. Satire i. Line 69\\nBut touch me, and no minister so sore\\nWhoe er offends, at some unlucky time\\nSlides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme\\nSacred to ridicule his whole life long,\\nAnd the sad burden of some merry song.\\nBook ii. Satire i. Line 76.\\nThere St. John mingles with my friendly howl,\\nThe feast of reason and the flow of soul.\\nBook ii. Satire i. Line 127.\\nFor I, who hold sage Homer s rule the best,\\nWelcome the coming, speed the going guest.*\\nBook ii. Satire ii. Line 159.\\nAbove all Greek, above all Roman fame, f\\nBook ii. Epistle i. Line 26.\\nThe mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.\\nBook ii. Epistle i. Line 108.\\nOne simile that solitary shines\\nIn the dry desert of a thousand lines.\\nBook ii. Epistle i. Line 111.\\nWho says in verse what others say in prose.\\nBook ii. Epistle i. Line 201.\\nSee the Odyssey, Book xv. line 84.\\nt Above any Greek or Roman name.\\nDkydex. Upon the Death of Lord Eastings.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0223.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "204 pope.\\nWaller was smooth but Dryden taught to join\\nThe varying verse, the full resounding line,\\nThe long majestic march, and energy divine.\\nBook ii. Epistle i. Line 266.\\nThe last and greatest art, the art to blot.\\nBook ii. Epistle i. Line 280.\\nThe many-headed monster of the pit.\\nBook ii. Epistle i. Line 304.\\nYears following years steal something every day\\nAt last they steal us from ourselves away.\\nBook ii. Epistle ii. Line 72.\\nThe vulgar boil, the learned roast an egg.\\nBook ii. Epistle ii. Line 85.\\nWords that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke.\\nBook ii. Epistle ii. Line 163.\\nVain was the chief s, the sage s pride\\nThey had no poet, and they died.\\nBook iv. Ode 9.\\nDo good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.\\nEpilogue to the. Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136\\nNature and Nature s laws lay hid in night\\nGod said, Let Newton be and all was light.\\nEpitaph intended for Sir Isaac Neuion.\\nTHE DUNCIAD.\\nthou whatever title please thine ear,\\nDean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver\\nWhether thou choose Cervantes serious air,\\nOr laugh and shake in Rabelais easy-chair.\\nBook i. Line 21,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0224.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "POPE. 205\\nAnd solid pudding against empty praise.\\nBook i. Line 54\\nNoav night descending, the proud scene was o er,\\nBut lived in Settle s numbers one day more.\\nBook i. Line 89.\\nSleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.\\nBook i. Line 91\\nNext o er his books his eyes began to roll\\nIn pleasing memory of all he stole.\\nBook i. Line 127.\\nHow index-learning turns no student pale,\\nYet holds the eel of science by the tail.\\nBook i. Line 279.\\nAnd gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.\\nBook ii. Line 34.\\nAll crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame.\\nBook iii. Line 158.\\nSilence, ye wolves while Ealph to Cynthia howls,\\nAnd makes night hideous answer him, ye owls.\\nBook iii. Line 165.\\nA wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.\\nBook iv. Line 92.\\nThe right divine of kings to govern wrong.\\nBook iv. Line 188.\\nStuff the head\\nWith all such reading as was never read\\nFor thee explain a thing till all men doubt it,\\nAnd write about it, goddess, and about it.\\nBook iv. Line 249\\nMaking night hideous.\\nHamlet. Act i. Sc. 4..", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0225.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "206 POPE.\\nLed by my hand, lie sauntered Europe round,\\nAnd gathered every vice on Christian ground.\\nBook iv. Line 311.\\nJudicious drank, and greatly daring dined.\\nBook iv. Line 318.\\nStretched on the rack of a too easy chair,\\nAnd heard thy everlasting yawn confess\\nThe pains and penalties of idleness.\\nBook iv. Line 342.\\nE en Palinurus nodded at the helm.\\nBook iv. Line 614.\\nReligion, blushing, veils her sacred fires,\\nAnd unawares Morality expires,\\nNor public flame, nor private, dares to shine\\nNor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine\\nLo thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored\\nLight dies before thy uncreating word\\nThy hand, great Anarch lets the curtain fall\\nAnd universal darkness buries all.\\nBook iv. Line 649.\\nELOISA TO ABELAED.\\nHeaven first taught letters for some wretch s\\naid,\\nSome banished lover, or some captive maid.\\nLine 51.\\nSpeed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,\\nAnd waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Line 57.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0226.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "pope. 207\\nCurse on all laws but those which love has made,\\nLove, free as air, at sight of human ties,\\nSpreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.\\nLine 7i,\\nAnd love the offender T et detest the offence.\\nLine 1U2.\\nHow happy is the blameless vestal s lot\\nThe world forgetting, by the world forgot.\\nLine 207.\\nOne thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight\\nPriests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.*\\nLine 273.\\nSee my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll\\nSuck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.\\nLine 324.\\nHe best can paint them who shall feel them most.\\nLine last.\\nUNIVERSAL PRAYER.\\nFather of all in every age,\\nIn every clime adored,\\nBy saint, by savage, and by sage,\\nJehovah, Jove, or Lord.\\nAnd binding nature fast in fate,\\nLeft free the human will. Ibid.\\nAnd deal damnation round the land. Ibid.\\nPriests, tapers, temples, swam before my sight.\\nEdmusd Smith. Phcedra and Eipnohfvs.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0227.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "208\\nTeach me to feel another s woe,\\nTo hide the fault I see\\nThat mercy I to others show,\\nThat mercy show to me. Ibid.\\nVital spark of heavenly flame,\\nQuit, quit this mortal frame.\\nThe Dying Christian to his Soul\\nHark they whisper angels say,\\nSister Spirit, come away Ibid.\\nTell me, my soul, can this be death\\nIbid.\\nLend, lend your wings I mount I fly\\ngrave where is thy victory\\ndeath where is thy sting Ibid.\\nThus let me live, unseen, unknown,\\nThus unlamented let me die;\\nSteal from the world, and not a stone\\nTell where I lie. Ode on Solitude.\\nWhat beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade\\nInvites my steps and points to yonder glade\\nTo the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1.\\nBy foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed,\\nBy foreign hands thy decent limbs composed,\\nBy foreign hands thy humble grave adorned,\\nBy strangers honored, and by strangers mourned.\\nIbid. Line 51", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0228.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "POPE. 209\\nAnd bear about the mockery of woe\\nTo midnight dances, and the public show.\\nIbid. Line 57.\\nHow loved, how honored once, avails thee not,\\nTo whom related, or by whom begot\\nA heap of dust alone remains of thee\\nT is all thou art, and all the proud shall be\\nIbid. LineU.\\nYe Gods annihilate but space and time,\\nAnd make two lovers happy.\\nMartinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Ch. 11.\\nOf manners gentle, of affections mild\\nIn wit a man, simplicity a child.* Epitaph on Gay.\\nThe saint sustained it, but the woman died.\\nEpitaph on Mrs. Corbet.\\nWho ne er knew joy but friendship might divide,\\nOr gave his father grief but when he died.\\nEpitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.\\nA brave man struggling in the storms of fate,\\nAnd greatly falling with a falling state.\\nPrologue to Mr. Addison s Cato.\\nYou beat your pate, and fancy wit will come\\nKnock as you please, there s nobody at home.f\\nEpigram.\\nHer wit was more than man, her innocence a child.\\nDiiyde.x. Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew.\\nt His wit invites you by his looks to come;\\nBut when you knock, it never is at home.\\nCowper. Conversation.\\n14", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0229.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "210 POPE.\\nI am his Highness s dog at Kew\\nPray tell me, sir, whose clog are you\\nOn the Collar of a Dog.\\nDescend, ye Nine. Ode on St. Cecilia s Day.\\nThere take, (says Justice), take ye each a shell,\\nWe thrive at Westminster on foois like you\\nT Avas a fat oyster live in peace adieu.\\nVerbatim from Boileau.\\nODYSSEY.\\nFew sons attain the praise\\nOf their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.\\nBook ii. Line 315.\\nFar from gay cities and the ways of men.\\nBook xiv. Line 410.\\nWho love too much, hate in the like extreme.\\nBook xv. Line 79.\\nTrue friendship s laws are hy this rule expressed,\\nWelcome the coming, speed the parting guest.*\\nBook xv. Line 83.\\nThis is the Jew\\nThat Shakspeare drew.f\\nWelcome the coming, speed the going guest.\\nBook II. Satire ii. Line 160. Page 203.\\nt On the 14th February, 1741, Maeklin established his fame\\nas an actor, in the character of Shylock, in the Merchant of\\nVenice, and restored to the stage a play which had been forty\\nyears supplanted by Lord Lansdowne s Jew of Venice.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0230.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "TICK ELL. PARNELL. 211\\nTHOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740.\\nNor e er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed\\nA fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.\\nOn the Death of Addison. Line 45\\nThere taught us how to live and (oh too high\\nThe price for knowledge) taught us how to die.*\\nOn tlie Death of Addison. Line 81.\\nI hear a voice you cannot hear,\\nWhich says I must not stay,\\nI see a hand you cannot see,\\nWhich beckons me away.\\nColin and Lucy.\\nTHOMAS PARNELL. 1679-1718.\\nRemote from man, with God he passed the days,\\nPrayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.\\nThe Hermit. Line 5.\\nMacklin s performance of this character so forcibly struck a\\ngentleman in the pit, that he, as it were involuntarily, ex-\\nclaimed,\\nThis is the Jew\\nThat Shakspeare drew.\\nIt has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that\\nhe meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord\\nLansdowne. Biog. Dram. vol. i. pt. ii. p. 469.\\nTo teach him bow to live,\\nAnd oh still harder lesson how to die.\\nBeilby Porteus. Death.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0231.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "212 GAT.\\nLet those love now, who never lov d before,\\nLet those who always loved, now love the more.*\\nTlie Pervigilium Veneris,\\nJOHN GAY. 1688-1732.\\nT was when the sea was roaring\\nWith hollow blasts of wind,\\nA damsel lay deploring\\nAll on a rock reclined.\\nThe What D ye Call t. Act ii. Sc. 8.\\nSo comes a reckoning when the banquet s o er,\\nThe dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.\\nIbid. Act ii. Sc. 9.\\nO er the hills and far away.\\nThe Beggars Opera. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nHow happy could I be with either,\\nWere t other dear charmer away. Ibid.\\nAll in the Downs the fleet was moored.\\nSweet William s Farewell to Blackeyed Susan.\\nWhence is thy learning Hath thy toil\\nO er books consumed the midnight oil f\\nThe Shepherd and the\\nWritten in the time of Julius Caesar, and by some as-\\ncribed to Catullus:\\nCras amet qui numquam amayit\\nQuique amavit, eras amet.\\nt The midnight oil was a common phrase; it is used by\\nShenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0232.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "MONTAGUE. 213\\nWhen yet was ever found a mother\\nWho d give her booby for another\\nThe Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy.\\nWhile there is life there s hope, he cried.*\\nThe Sick Man and the Angel.\\nAnd when a lady s in the case,\\nYou know all other things give place.\\nThe Hare and many Friends.\\nLife s a jest, and all things show it\\nI thought so once, and now I know it.\\nEpitaph on Himself.\\nLADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE.\\n1690-1762.\\nLet this great maxim be my virtue s guide,\\nIn part she is to blame that has been tried\\nHe comes too near, that comes to be denied.f\\nThe Lady s Resolve.\\nAnd we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at\\nlast.j The Lover.\\n~Ekm6ec kv faoioiv, aveTimarot 81 d-avovrec.\\nTheocritus. Id. iv. Line 42.\\nt The Larhfs Resolve was a fugitive piece, written on a\\nwindow by Lady Montague, after her marriage (1713). The\\nast lines were taken from Overbury: The Wife, St. 36.\\nIn part to blame is she\\nWhich hath without consent been only tried\\nlie comes too near that comes to be denied.\\nWhat say you to such a supper with such a woman?\\nByeojsi. Note to Letter on Bowles.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0233.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "214 BYROM.\u00e2\u0080\u0094FARQ UEAB.\\nJOHN BYROM. 1691-1763.\\nSome say, compared to Bononcini,\\nThat Mynheer Handel s hut a ninny\\nOthers aver that lie to Handel\\nIs scarcely fit to hold a candle.\\nStrange all this difference should be\\nTwixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.\\nOn the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.%\\nAs clear as a whistle. The Astrologer\\nBone and skin, two millers thin,\\nWould starve us all, or near it\\nBut be it known to Skin and Bone\\nThat Flesh and Blood can t bear it.\\nEpigram on Two Monopolists.\\nGEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678-1707.\\nCos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of\\nhonor.\\nKite. Oh a mighty large bed bigger by half\\nthan the great bed at Ware ten thousand peo-\\nple may lie in it together, and never feel one\\nanother. The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1.\\n.Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel\\nand Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine. Byrom s\\nRemains Cheltenham Soc.) vol. i. p. 173. The last two lines\\nhave been attributed to Swift and Pope. Vide Scott s edition\\nof Swift, and Dyce s edition of Pope.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0234.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "BRERETON. BERKELEY.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 CAREY. 215\\nJANE BRERETON. 1685-1740.\\nThe picture, placed the busts between,\\nAdds to the thought much strength\\nWisdom and Wit are little seen,\\nBut Folly s at full length.*\\nOn Beau Nash s Picture at full length, between the Busts of\\nSir Isaac Newton and Mr. Pope.*\\nBISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753.\\nWestward the course of empire takes its way\\nThe four first acts already past,\\nA fifth shall close the drama with the day\\nTime s noblest offspring is the last.\\nOn the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America;\\nHENRY CAREY. 1663-1743.\\nGod save our gracious king,\\nLong live our noble king,\\nGod save the king. God save the King.]\\nTo thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos,\\nOur gratulations flow in streams unbounded.\\nChrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3.\\nThis Epigram is fceneralh ascribed to Chesterfield.\\nt The authorship both of the words and music of God\\nsave the King has Ionic been a matter of dispute, and is\\nstill unsettled, though the weight of the evidence is in favor\\nof Carey s claim.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0235.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "216 BLAIR.\\nGo call a coach, and let a coach he called,\\nAnd let the man who calleth be the caller\\nAnd in his calling let him nothing call,\\nBut Coach Coach Coach for a coach, ye\\ngods Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nOf all the girls that are so smart,\\nThere s none like pretty Sally.* Sally in our Alley.\\nROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747.\\nThe Grave, dread thing\\nMen shiver when thou rt named Nature appall d,\\nShakes off her wonted firmness. The Grave. Line 9.\\nFriendship mysterious cement of the soul\\nSweet ner of life and solder of society\\nIbid. Line 88.\\nOf joys departed,\\nNot to return, how painful the remembrance.\\nIbid. Line 109\\nThe good he scorned,\\nStalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,\\nNot to return or if it did, in visits\\nLike those of angels, short and far between.\\nIbid. Part ii. Line 586\\nOf all the girls that e er was seen\\nThere s none so line as Nelly.\\nSwift. Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0236.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "217\\nEDWARD YOUNG. 1681-1765.\\nNIGHT THOUGHTS.\\nTired Nature s sweet restorer, balmy sleep\\nNight i. Line 1\\nCreation sleeps. T is as the gen ral pulse\\nOf life stood still, and Nature made a pause\\nAn awful pause prophetic of her end.\\nNight i. Line 23.\\nThe bell strikes one. We take no note of time,\\nBut from its loss. Night i. Line 55.\\nPoor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.\\nNight i. Line 67\\nTo waft a feather or to drown a fly.\\nNight i. Line 154.\\nInsatiate archer could not one suffice\\nThy shaft flew thrice and thrice my peace was\\nslain\\nAnd thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her\\nhorn. Night i. Line 212\\nBe wise to-day t is madness to defer.*\\nNight i. Line 390.\\nProcrastination is the thief of time.\\nNight i. Line 393.\\nDefer not till to-morrow to be wise,\\nTo-morrow s sun to thee may never rise.\\nCongbeve. Letter to Cobliam.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0237.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "218 YOUNG.\\nAt thirty, man suspects himself a fool\\nKnows it at forty, and reforms his plan.\\nNight i. Liie 417\\nAll men think all men mortal hut themselves.\\nNiglii i. Line 424.\\nlie mourns the dead, who lives as they desire.\\nNight ii. Line 24.\\nAnd what its worth, ask death-beds they can tell.\\nNight ii. Line 51.\\nThy purpose firm, is equal to the deed\\nWho does the best his circumstance allows,\\nDoes well, acts nobly angels could no more.\\nNight ii. Line 90.\\nI ve lost a day the prince who nobly cried,\\nHad been an emperor without his crown.\\nNight ii. Line 99.\\nAh how unjust to nature, and himself,\\nIs thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man.\\nNight ii. Line 112.\\nThe spirit walks of every day deceased.\\nNight ii. Line 180.\\nTime flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites,\\nHell threatens. Night ii. Line 292.\\nT is greatly wise to talk with our past hours,\\nAnd ask them, what report they bore to heaven.\\nNight ii. Line 376.\\nThoughts shut up, Avant air,\\nAnd spoil like bales unopened to the sun.\\nNigld ii. Line 466", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0238.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "YOUNG. 219\\nHow blessings brighten as they take their flight\\nNight ii. Line 602.\\nThe chamber where the good man meets his\\nfate,\\nIs privileged beyond the common walk\\nOf virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.\\nNight ii. Line 633.\\nA death-bed s a detector of the heart.\\nNight ii. Line 641\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\nWoes cluster rare are solitary woes\\nThey love a train, they tread each other s heel.*\\nNight iii. Line 63.\\nBeautiful as sweet\\nAnd young as beautiful and soft as young\\nAnd gay as soft and innocent as gay\\nNight iii. Line 81.\\nLovely in death the beauteous ruin lay\\nAnd if in death still lovely, lovelier there\\nFar lovelier pity swells the tide of love.\\nNight iii. Line 104.\\nHeaven s sovereign saves all beings but himself,\\nThat hideous sight, a naked human heart.\\nNight iii. Line 226.\\nThe knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,\\nThe deep damp vault, the darkness, and the\\nworm. Night iv. Line 10.\\nOne woe doth tread upon another s heel,\\nSo fast they follow. Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7.\\nThus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.\\nHjskrick. Hespei-ides, Aphorisms, Xo. 287.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0239.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "220 YOUNG.\\nMan makes a death, which Xature never made.*\\nNight iv. Line 15\\nWi=liing. of all employments, is the worst.\\nNight iv. Line 71\\nMan wants but little, nor that little, long.f\\nNight iv. Line 118\\nA God all mercy, is a God unjust.\\nNight iv. Line 23:\\nT is impious in a good man to be sad.\\nNight iv. Line 676\\nA christian is the highest style of man.i\\nNight iv. Line 788.\\nMen may live fools, but fools they cannot die.\\nNight iv. Line 843,\\nBy night an atheist half-believes a God.\\nNight v. Line 177.\\nEarly, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,\\nShe sparkled, was exhaFd, and went to heaven.\\nNight v. Line 600\\nLike our shadows,\\nOur wishes lengthen, as our sun declines.\\nNight v. Line 661.\\nAnd taught the sons of men\\nTo make a death -which Nature never made.\\nBeilbt Porteus. Death.\\nMan wants but little here below,\\nXor wants that little long.\\nGoldsmith. The Hermit.\\nX A Christian is God Almighty s gentleman.\\nJ. C. Hake. Guesses at Truth.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0240.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "YOUNG. 221\\nWlille man is growing, life is in decrease\\nAnd cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.\\nOur birth is nothing but our death begun.*\\nNight v. Line 717.\\nThat life is long which answers life s great end.\\nXight v. Line 773.\\nThe man of wisdom is the man of years.\\nNight v. Line 775.\\nDeath loves a shining mark, a signal blow.\\nNight v. Line 101 1.\\nPigmies are pigmies still, though perched on\\nAlps,\\nAnd pyramids are pyramids in vales.\\nNight vi. Line 309.\\nVirtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids\\nHer monuments shall last, when Egypt s fall.\\nNight vi. Line 314.\\nAnd all may do, what has by man been done.\\nNigld vi. Line G06.\\nThe man that blushes is not quite a brute.\\nNight vii. Line 496,\\nPrayer ardent opens heaven. Night viii. Line 721.\\nA man of pleasure is a man of pains.\\nNight viii. Line 793.\\nTo frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.\\nNight viii. Line 1054.\\nDeath borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in\\nthe grave. Bishop Hall s Epistles. Dec. iii. Epist. ii.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0241.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "222 YOUNG.\\nFinal Ruin fiercely drives\\nHer ploughshare o er creation.* Night ix. Line 167\\nAn undevout astronomer is mad.\\nNight ix. Line 771,\\nThe course of Nature is the art of God.f\\nNight ix. Line 1267.\\nLOVE OF FAME.\\nThe love of praise, howe er concealed by art\\nReigns more or less, and glows in ev ry heart.\\nSatire i. Line 51.\\nSome, for renown, on scraps of learning dote,\\nAnd think they grow immortal as they quote.\\nSatire i. Line 89.\\nNone think the great unhappy but the great. J\\nSatire i. Line 238.\\nWhere nature s end of language is declined,\\nAnd men talk only to conceal the mind.\u00c2\u00a7\\nSatire ii. Line 207.\\nBe wise with speed\\nA fool at forty is a fool indeed. Satire ii. Line 282.\\nStern Ruin s ploughshare drives elate\\nFull on thy bloom. Burns. To a Mountain Daisy.\\nt In brief, all things are artificial for Nature is the art of\\nGod. Sir Thomas Buowxe. Religio Medici, Sect. xvi.\\nJ As if misfortune made the throne her seat,\\nAnd none could be unhappy but the great.\\nRowe. The Fair Penitent. Prologue.\\nThe germ of this thought is found in Jeremy Taylor:\\nLloyd, South, Butler, Young, and Goldsmith have repeated\\nit after him; see page -400.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0242.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "YO UNG. 223\\nThink nought a trifle, though it small appear\\nSmall sands the mountain, moments make the year\\nAnd trifles life. /Satire vi Line 208.\\nOne to destroy, is murder by the law\\nAnd gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe\\nTo murder thousands, takes a specious name,\\nWar s glorious art, and gives immortal fame.\\nSatire vii. Line 55.\\nHow commentators each dark passage shun,\\nAnd hold their farthing candle to the sun.*\\nSatire vii. Line 97.\\nThe blood will follow where the knife is driven,\\nThe flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.\\n77ie Revenge. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nSouls made of fire, and children of the sun,\\nWith whom revenge is virtue.\\nIbid. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nAccept a miracle, instead of wit,\\nSee two dull lines with Stanhope s pencil writ.\\nLines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chester field.\\nTime elaborately thrown away.\\nThe Last Day. Book i.\\nIn records that defy the tooth of time.\\nThe Statesman s Creed,\\nImitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part i., in-\\ntroduction, and taken oi iginally from Burton s Anatomy of\\nMelancholy, Part iii. Sect. 2, Mem. 1, Subs. 2. But to en-\\nlarge or illustrate this power or effects of love is to set a can-\\ndle in the sun.\\nt From Mitford s Life of Young.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0243.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "224\\nISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748.\\nDIVINE SONGS.\\nA flower, when offered in the hud,\\nIs no vain sacrifice. Song xiL\\nLet dogs delight to hark and hite,\\nFor God hath made them so\\nLet bears and lions growl and fight,\\nFor t is their nature too. Song xvi.\\nHow doth the little busy bee\\nImprove each shining hour,\\nAnd gather honey all the day,\\nFrom every opening flower. Song xx.\\nFor Satan finds some mischief still\\nFor idle hands to do. Ibid.\\nTo God the Father, God the Son,\\nAnd God the Spirit, three in one\\nBe honor, praise, and glory given,\\nBy all on earth, and all in heaven.\\nGlory to the Father and the Son,\\nHush my dear, lie still and slumber\\nHoly angels guard thy bed\\nHeavenly blessings without number\\nGently falling on thy head.\\nA Cradle Hymn.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0244.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "GREEN.*\u00e2\u0080\u0094 CENTLIVRE. 225\\nT is the voice of the sluggard I heard him com-\\nplain,\\nYou have waked me too soon, I must slumber\\nagain. The Sluggard\\nAnd he that does one fault at first,\\nAnd lies to hide it, makes it two.*\\nAgainst Lying\\nHark from the tombs a doleful sound.\\nA Funeral Thought.\\nStrange that a harp of thousand strings\\nShould keep in tune so long.\\nHymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19.\\nThe mind s the standard of the man.\\nHoik Lyricce. Book ii. False\\nMATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737.\\nFling but a stone, the giant dies.\\nThe Spleen. Line 9b.\\nSUSANNAH CENTLIVRE. 1667-1722.\\nThe real Simon Pure.\\nA Bold Stroke for a Wife. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nCf. Herbert. The Church Porch.\\n15", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0245.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "226 EILL.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 TUKE.\\nAARON HILL. 1685-1750.\\nFirst, then, a woman will, or won t, depend\\non t\\nIf she will do t, she will and there s an end\\non t.\\nBut, if she won t, since safe and sound your\\ntrust is,\\nFear is affront and jealousy injustice.*\\nEpilogue to Zara.\\nTender handed stroke a nettle,\\nAnd it stings you for your pains\\nGrasp it like a man of mettle,\\nAnd it soft as silk remains.\\nVerses written on a Window in Scotland.\\nT is the same with common natures\\nUse em kindly, they rebel\\nBut be rough as nutmeg-graters,\\nAnd the rogues obey you well. Ibid.\\nSIR SAMUEL TUKE. 1G73.\\nHe is a fool who thinks by force or skill\\nTo turn the current of a woman s will.\\nAdventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nThe following lines are copied from the pillar erected on\\nthe mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:\\nWhere is the man who has the power and skill\\nTo stem the torrent of a woman s will\\nFor if she will, she will, you may depend on t\\nAnd if she won t, she won t so there s an end on t.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0246.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "THOMSON. 227\\nJAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748.\\nTHE SEASONS.\\nCome, gentle Spring ethereal Mildness come.\\nSpring. Line 1\\nBase envy withers at another s joy,\\nAnd hates that excellence it cannot reach.\\nLine 283.\\nBut who can paint\\nLike Nature Can imagination boast,\\nAmid its gay creation, hues like hers Line 465.\\nAmid the roses fierce Repentance rears\\nHer snaky crest. Line 996.\\nDelightful task to rear the tender thought,\\nTo teach the young idea how to shoot. Line 1149.\\nAn elegant sufficiency, content,\\nRetirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,\\nEase and alternate labor, useful life,\\nProgressive virtue, and approving Heaven\\nLine 1158.\\nThe meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews.\\nSummer. Line 47.\\nBut yonder comes the powerful King of Day\\nRejoicing in the east. Line 81.\\nShips dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds.\\nLine 946.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0247.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "228 THOMSON.\\nSighed and looked unutterable things. Line 1188.\\nA lucky chance, that oft decides the fate\\nOf mighty monarchs. Line 1285\\nSo stands the statue that enchants the world,\\nSo bending tries to veil the matchless boast,\\nThe mingled beauties of exulting Greece.\\nLine 1346.\\nLoveliness\\n!Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,\\nBut is when unadorned, adorned the most.\\nAutumn, Line 204.\\nFor still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh.\\nWhich scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.\\nLine 233.\\nSee Winter comes, to rule the varied year.\\nWinter. Line 1.\\nCruel as death, and hungry as the grave.\\nLine 393.\\nThe kiss, snatched hasty from the side-long maid.\\nLine 625.\\nThese as they change, Almighty Father these\\nAre but the varied God. The rolling year\\nIs full of Thee. Hymn. Line 1.\\nShade, unperceived, so softening into shade.\\nLine 25.\\nFrom seeming evil still educing good. Line 114", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0248.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "DYER. 229\\nCome then, expressive silence, muse his praise.\\nLine 118.\\nPlaced far amid the melancholy main.\\nCastle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30.\\nA little round, fat, oily man of God.\\nCanto i. St. 69\\nRule Britannia, Britaimia rules the waves\\nBritons never will be slaves. Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5.\\nFor ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove\\nAn unrelenting foe to love\\nAnd, when we meet a mutual heart,\\nCome in between and bid us part\\nSong, For ever Fortune.\\nSophonisba Sophonisba,\\nSophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nWhoe er amidst the sons\\nOf reason, valour, liberty, and virtue,\\nDisplays distinguished merit, is a noble\\nOf Nature s own creating. Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nJOHN DYEE. 1700-1758.\\nEver charming, ever new,\\nWhen will the landscape tire the view\\nGrongar Hill. Line 103.\\nThe line was altered, after the second edition, to\\nO Sophonisba! I am wholly thine.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0249.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "230 D ODDR1D GE. D ODSLE 7. BRO WN.\\nPHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1702-1751.\\nLive while you live, the epicure would say,\\nAnd seize the pleasures of the present day\\nLive while you live, the sacred preacher cries,\\nAnd give to God each moment as it flies.\\nLord, in my views let both united be\\nI live in pleasure, when I live to thee.\\nEpigram on his Family Arms.*\\nROBERT DODSLEY. 1703-1764.\\nOne kind kiss before we part,\\nDrop a tear and bid adieu\\nThough we sever, my fond heart\\nTill we meet shall pant for you.\\nThe Parting Riss.\\nJOHN BROWN. 1715-1765.\\nNow let us thank the Eternal Power convinced\\nThat Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,\\nThat oft the cloud which wraps the present hoi^r,\\nServes but to brighten all our future days.\\nBarbarossa. Act v. Sc.\\nFrom Ortin s Life of Doddridge.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0250.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "231\\nSAMUEL JOHNSON. 1709-1784.\\nVANITY OF HUM AX WISHES.\\nLet observation with extensive view\\nSurvey mankind, from China to Peru. Line. 1.\\nThere mark what ills the scholar s life assail,\\nToil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.\\nLine 1-59.\\nHe left a name, at which the world grew pale,\\nTo point a moral, or adorn a tale. Line 221.\\nHides from himself his state, and shuns to know\\nThat life protracted is protracted woe. Line 257.\\nSuperfluous lags the veteran on the stage.\\nLine 303.\\nFrom Marlborough s eyes the tears of dotage\\nflow,\\nAmi Swift expires, a driveller and a show.\\nLine 316, l\\nRoll darkling down the torrent of his fate.\\nLine 346.\\nCatch, then, O catch the transient hour\\nImprove each moment as it flies\\nLife s a short summer man a flower\\nHe dies alas how soon he dies.\\nWinter. An Ode.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0251.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "232 JOHNSON.\\nLONDON.\\nOf all the griefs that harass the distressed,\\nSure the most bitter is a scornful jest. Line lj fi\\nThis mournful truth is everywhere confessed,\\nS]^wj_-is\u00c2\u00b0 y w-rth h y pov^rt}^ rj^p^ggprl j r 175.\\nEach change of many-colored life he drew.\\nExhausted worlds and then imagined new.\\nPrologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre.\\nAnd panting Time toiled after him in vain. Ibid.\\nFor we that live to please must please to live.\\nIhid.\\nHoav small, of all that human hearts endure,\\nThat part which laws or kings can cause or cure\\nStill to ourselves in every place consigned,\\nOur own felicity we make or find.\\nWith secret course, which no loud storms annoy,\\nGlides the smooth current of domestic joy.\\nLines added to Goldsmith s Traveller.\\nTrade s proud empire hastes to swift decay.\\nLine added to Goldsmith s Desert/ d Village.\\nYe who listen with credulity to the whispers of\\nfancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of\\nhope who expect that age will perform the prom-\\nises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the pres-\\nent day will be supplied by the morrow attend\\nto the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.\\nRasstlas. Chap. i.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0252.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "jonxsox. 233\\nWords are men s daughters, but God s sons are\\nthings.*\\nFrom Dr. Madden s Boulter s Monument. Supposed to\\nhave been inserted by Dr. Johnson, 1745.\\nIn Misery s darkest cavern known,\\nHis useful care was ever nigh,\\nWhere hopeless Anguish poured his groan,\\nAnd lonely Want retired to die.\\nEpitaph on Robert Levett.\\nPhillips, whose touch harmonious could remove\\nThe pangs of guilty power or hapless love\\nRest here, distressed by poverty no more,\\nHere find that calm thou gav st so oft before\\nSleep, undisturbed, within this peaceful shrine,\\nTill augels wake thee with a note like thine.\\nEpitaph on Claudius Phillips, the Musician.\\nA Poet, Naturalist, and Historian,\\nWho left scarcely any style of writing untouched,\\nAnd touched nothing that he did not adorn. f\\nEpitaph on Goldsmith.\\nWords are women, deeds are men.\\nHerbert. Jacula Prudent u\\nWords are women, and deeds are men.\\nSir Thomas Bodley. Letter to l/is Librarian 1604.\\nWords are for women; actions for men.\\nThomas Fuller. Gnomohgia.\\nt Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit.\\nHe adorns whatever he attempts.\\nFekelon. Eulogy on Cicero\\nWhatever subject he either speaks or writes upon, he adorns\\nit with the most splendid eloquence.\\nChesterfield s Letters. Vol. ii. p. 289.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0253.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "234 LYTTELTON.\\nHell is paved with good intentions.*\\nBosweU s Life of Johnson. Ibid\\nWho drives fat oxen should himself be fat.f\\nIbid.\\nClaret is the liquor for boys port for men but\\nhe who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.\\nIbid.\\nIf the man who turnips cries\\nCry not when his father dies,\\nT is a proof that he had rather\\nHave a turnip than his father.\\nJohnsoniana. Piozzi 30.\\nA good hater. Ibid, Piozzi 39.\\nLORD LYTTELTON. 1709-1773.\\nFor his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught\\nlyre\\nNone but the noblest passions to inspire,\\nNot one immoral, one corrupted thoughts\\nOne line, which dying he could wish to blot.\\nPrologue to Thomson s Coriolnnus.\\nNone without hope e er loved the brightest fair,\\nBut love can hope where reason would despair.\\nEpigram.\\nHell is full of good meanings and wishings.\\nHerbert. J acuta PruJenlum.\\nt Parody on the line in Brooke s Gustavus Vasa. First\\nedition.\\nWho rules o er freemen should himself be free.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0254.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "MOORE. 235\\nWhere none admire, t is useless to excel\\nWhere none are beaux, t is vain to be a belle.\\nSoliloquy on a Beauty in the Country.\\nAlas by some degree of woe\\nWe every bliss must gain\\nThe heart can ne er a transport know,\\nThat never feels a pain. Song.\\nEDWARD MOORE. 1712-1757.\\nCan t I another s face commend,\\nAnd to her virtues be a friend,\\nBut instantly your forehead lowers,\\nAs if her merit lessened yours\\nFable ix. The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat.\\nThe maid who modestly conceals\\nHer beauties while she hides, reveals\\nGive but a glimpse, and fancy draws\\nWhate er the Grecian Venus was.\\nFable x. The Spider and the Bee.\\nBut from the hoop s bewitching round,\\nHer very shoe has power to wound. Ibid.\\nTime still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,\\nAnd gives to her mind what he steals from her\\nyouth. The Happy Marriage.\\nT is now the summer of your youth time hag\\nnot cropt the roses from your cheek, though sor-\\nrow long has washed them.\\nThe Gamester. Act iii. Sc. 4.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0255.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "SHENSTONE.\\nWILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763.\\nWhoe er has travelled life s dull round\\nWhere er his stages may have been,\\nMay sigh to think he still has found\\nThe warmest welcome at an inn.*\\nWritten on the Window of an Inn.\\nSo sweetly she bade me adieu,\\nI thought that she bade me return.\\nA Pastoral. Part L\\nI have found out a gift for my fair\\nI have found where the wood-pigeons breed.\\nIbid. Part ii\\nFor seldom shall she hear a tale\\nSo sad, so tender, and so true. Jemmy Dawson.\\nHer cap, far whiter than the driven snow,\\nEmblems right meet of decency does yield.\\nThe Schoolmistress. St. 5.\\nPun-provoking thyme. Ibid. St. 11.\\nA little bench of heedless bishops here,\\nAnd there a chancellor in embryo. ibid. St. 28.\\nThere is nothing which has yet been contrived by man,\\nby which so much happiness is produced, as by a good tavern\\nor iun. Johnson. Buswell s Life, (1766.)\\nArchbishop Leighton used often to say, that if he were to\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2hoose a place to die in, it should be an inn.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0256.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "PHILIPS. AKEXSIDE. GARRICR. 237\\nJOHN PHILIPS. 1676-1708.\\nMy galligaskins, that have long withstood\\nThe winter s fury and encroaching frosts,\\nBy time subdued, (what will not time subdue\\nA horrid chasm disclosed.\\nThe Splendid Shilling. Line 121.\\nMARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770.\\nThe man forget not, though in rags he lie3,\\nAnd know the mortal through a crown s disguise.\\nEpistle to Curio.\\nDAVID GARRICK. 1716-1779.\\nTheir cause I plead, plead it in heart and mind\\nA fellow feeling makes one wondrous kind.*\\nPrologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776, 10th June.\\nLet others hail the rising sun\\nI bow to that whose race is run.\\nOn the Death of Mr. Pelham.\\nHeaven sends us good meat, but the devil sends\\ncooks. Epigram on Goldsmith s Retaliation.\\nI jvould help others, out of a fellow-feeling. Burton.\\nInafojjiy of Melancholy Democritus to the Reader.\\nNon iguara mali, miseris succurrere disen.\\nVikgil. JEneid, Lib. i. \u00c2\u00a330.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0257.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "238 GRAY.\\nTHOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771.\\nON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.\\nAh, happy hills ah, pleasing shade\\nAh, fields beloved in vain\\nWhere once my careless childhood strayed,\\nA stranger yet to pain\\nThey hear a voice in every wind,\\nAnd snatch a fearful joy.\\nThe tear forgot as soon as shed,\\nThe sunshine of the breast.\\nAlas regardless of their doom,\\nThe little victims play\\nNo sense have they of ills to come,\\nNor care beyond to-day.\\nAnd moody madness laughing wild,\\nAmid severest woe.\\nTo each his sufferings all are men,\\nCondemned alike to groan\\nThe tender for another s pain,\\nThe unfeeling for his own.\\nSince sorrow never comes too late,\\nAnd happiness too swiftly flies.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0258.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "GRA Y. 239\\nWhere ignorance is bliss,\\nT is folly to be wise.*\\nTHE PROGRESS OF POESY.\\nO er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move\\nThe bloom of young Desire, and purple light of\\nLove. Part i. St. 3.\\nOpe the sacred source of sympathetic tears.\\nPart iii. St. I.\\nThe living throne, the sapphire blaze,\\nWhere angels tremble while they gaze,\\nHe saw but, blasted with excess of light,\\nClosed his eyes in endless night. Part iii. St. 2.\\nBright-eyed Fancy, hovering o er,\\nScatters from her pictured urn\\nThoughts that breathe, and words that burn.f\\nPart ii. St. 3.\\nBeyond the limits of a vulgar fate,\\nBeneath the Good how far but far above the\\nGreat. p m -t iii. St. 3.\\nFrom ignorance our comfort flows,\\nThe only wretched are the wise.\\nPriok. To the lion. Charles Montague.\\nHe that increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow. Eccle-\\nsiastes i. 18.\\nt Words that weep and tears that speak.\\nCowley. The Prophet", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0259.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "240\\nTHE BAKD.\\nLoose his beard, and hoary hair\\nStreamed like a meteor to the troubled air.*\\nPart i. St. 2.\\nDear as the light that visits these sad eyes\\nDear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.\\nPart i. -Sit. 3.\\nGive ample room, and verge enough,!\\nThe characters of Hell to trace. Part ii. St. 1\\nYouth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.\\nPart ii. St. 2.\\nVisions of glory, spare my aching sight.\\nPart iii. St. 1.\\nAnd truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.\\nPart iii. St. 3.\\nThe still small voice of gratitude.\\nOde to Music. Line 64.\\nAn harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,\\nAnd fell adown his shoulders with loose care.\\nCowlkV. Davidtis. Book ii. Line 102.\\nThe imperial ensign, which full high advanced,\\nShone like a meteor streaming to the wind.\\nParadise Lust. Book i. Line 536.\\nt As dear to me as are the ruddy drops\\nThat visit my sad heart.\\nJulius Cmsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nDear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;\\nDear as these eyes that weep in fondness o er thee.\\nOtway. Venice Preserved. Act v\\n1 have a soul that like an ample shield,\\nCan take in all, and verge enough for more.\\nDiiyden. Dim Sebastian. Act i. Se. 1", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0260.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "241\\nELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD.\\nEach iii his narrow cell for ever laid,\\nThe rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.\\nNor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile\\nThe short and simple annals of the poor.\\nThe paths of glory lead but to the grave.\\nWhere through the long-drawn aisle and lretted\\nvault\\nThe pealing anthem swells the note of praibe.\\nCan storied urn, or animated bust\\nBack to its mansion call the fleeting breath\\nHands, that the rod of empire might have swayed,\\nOr waked to ecstasy the living lyre.\\nBut Knowledge to their eyes her ample page\\nRich with the spoils of time, did ne er unroll.*\\nFull many a gem of purest ray serene\\nThe dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear\\nFull many a flower is born to blush unseen,\\nAnd waste its sweetness on the desert air.f\\nRich with the spoils of nature. Sir Thomas Browne.\\nRelic/. Med. Part i. Sect. xiii.\\nt Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.\\nChurchill. Gotham. Book II.\\n16", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0261.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "242 GRAY.\\nSome village Hampden, that, with dauntless\\nbreast,\\nThe little tyrant of his fields withstood,\\nSome mute inglorious Milton here may rest,\\nSome Cromwell guiltless of his country s blood\\nTo scatter plenty o er a smiling land,\\nAnd read their history in a nation s eyes.\\nForbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,\\nAnd shut the gates of mercy on mankind.\\nAlong the cool sequestered vale of life,\\nThey kept the noiseless tenor of their way.\\nImplores the passing tribute of a sigh.\\nAnd many a holy text around she strews,\\nThat teach the rustic moralist to die.\\nNor cast one longing lingering look behind.\\nE en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,\\nE en in our ashes, live their wonted fires.*\\nTHE EPITAPH.\\nA youth, to fortune and to fame unknown\\nFair science frowned not on his humble birth,\\nYet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.\\nChaucek Reve s Prologue,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0262.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "GRA T. 243\\nAnd melancholy marked him for her own.\\nLarge was his bounty, and his soul sincere,\\nHeaven did a recompense as largely send\\nHe gave to misery (all he had) a tear,\\nHe gained from Heaven t was all he wished) a\\nfriend.\\nNo farther seek his merits to disclose,\\nOr draw his frailties from their dread abode,\\n(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)\\nThe bosom of his Father and his God.\\nThe meanest floweret of the vale,\\nThe simplest note that swells the gale,\\nThe common sun, the air, the skies,\\nTo him are opening paradise.\\nOde on the Pleasure arising from Virissitude.\\nToo poor for a bribe, and too proud to impor-\\ntune\\nHe had not the method of making a fortune.\\nOn his own Charactei\\nA favorite has no friend\\nOn the Death of a Favorite Cat.\\nRich windows that exclude the light,\\nAnd passages that lead to nothing.\\nA Long Story.\\nNow as the Paradisaical pleasures of the Ma-\\nhometans consist in playing upon the flute and\\nlying Avitli Hour is, be mine to read eternal new\\nromances of Marivaux and Crebillon.\\nTo Mr. West. M Series. Letter iv", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0263.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "244 COLLINS.\\nWILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756.\\nHow sleep the brave who sink to rest,\\nBy all their country s wishes blessed\\nin 1746.\\nBy fairy hands their knell is rung\\nBy forms unseen their dirge is sung\\nThere Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,\\nTo bless the turf that wraps their clay\\nAnd Freedom shall awhile repair,\\nTo dwell a weeping hermit there. Ibid.\\nWhen Music, heavenly maid, was young,\\nWhile yet in early Greece she sung.\\nT/ie Passions. Line 1.\\nFilled with fury, rapt, inspired. Ibid. Line 10.\\nT was sad by fits, by starts t was wild.\\nIbid. Line 28.\\nIn notes by distance made more sweet.\\nIbid. Line 60.\\nIn hollow murmurs died away. Ibid. Line 68.\\nMusic sphere-descended maid,\\nFriend of pleasure, wisdom s aid Ibid. Line 95\\nWell may your hearts believe the truths I tell\\nT is virtue makes the bliss, where er we dwell.\\nEclogue 1. Line 5", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0264.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "COTTON.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 HOME. 245\\nToo nicely Jonson knew the critic s part\\nNature in him was almost lost in Art.\\nTo Sir Thomas Uanmer on his Edition of Shahspeare.\\nIn yonder grave a Druid lies.\\nOde on the Death of Thomson.\\nNATHANIEL COTTON. 1721-1788.\\nIf solid happiness we prize,\\nWithin our breast this jewel lies\\nAnd they are fools who roam\\nThe world has nothing to bestow\\nFrom our own selves our joys must flow,\\nAnd that dear hut, our home.\\nThe Fireside. St. 3.\\nThus hand in hand through life Ave 11 go\\nIts checkered paths of joy and woe\\nWith cautious steps we 11 tread. Ibid. St. 13.\\nJOHN HOME. 1722-1808.\\nIn the first days\\nOf my distracting grief, I found myself\\nAs women wish to be who love their lords.\\nDouglas. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nMy name is Norval on the Grampian hills\\nMy father fed his flocks. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0265.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "246 GOLDSMITH.\\nOLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774.\\nTHE TRAVELLER.\\nRemote, unfriended, melancholy, slow. Line 1.\\nWhere er I roam, whatever realms to see,\\nMy heart untravelled fondly turns to thee\\nStill to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,\\nAnd drags at each remove a lengthening chain.\\nLine 7.\\nAnd learn the luxury of doing good.* Line 22.\\nSome fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.\\nLine 26.\\nSuch is the patriot s boast, where er we roam,\\nHis first, best country ever is at home. Line 11.\\nBy sports like these are all their cares beguiled\\nThe sports of children satisfy the child. Line 153.\\nBut winter lingering chills the lap of May.\\nLine 172.\\nSo the loud torrent, and the whirlwind s roar,\\nBut bind him to his native mountains more.\\nLine 217.\\nFor all their luxury was doing good.\\nGarth. Claremonl, Line 148.\\nHe tried the luxury of doing good.\\nCkabbe. Tales of the Hall, Book iii.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0266.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "GOLDSMITH. 247\\nAlike all ages dames of ancient days\\nHave led their children through the mirthful maze;\\nAnd the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore,\\nHas frisked beneath the burden of threescore.\\nLine 251.\\nEmbosom d in the deep where Holland lies.\\nMethinks her patient sons before me stand\\nWhere the broad ocean leans against the land.\\nLine 282.\\nPride hi their port, defiance in their eye,\\nI see the lords of human kind pass by.* Line 327\\nThe land of scholars, and the nurse of arms.\\nLine 356.\\nFor just experience tells, in every soil,\\nThat those that think must govern those that toil.\\nLine 372.\\nLaws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. I\\nLine 386.\\nForced from their homes, a melancholy train.\\nLine 409.\\nVain, very vain, my weary search to find\\nThat bliss which only centres in the mind.\\nLine 423.\\nTHE DESERTED VILLAGE.\\nThe hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,\\nFor talking age and whispering lovers made.\\nLine 13.\\nLord of human kind. Dkydkn. The Spanish Friar^\\nAct ii. Su. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0267.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "248 GOLDSiriTH.\\nIll fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,\\nWhere wealth accumulates, and men decay.\\nPrinces and lords may flourish, or may fade.\\nA breath can make them as a breath has made\\nBut a bold peasantry, their country s pride,\\nWhen once destroyed, can never be supplied.\\nLine 51\\nAnd his best riches, ignorance of wealth. Line 62.\\nHow blest is he who crowns, in shades like these,\\nA youth of labor with an age of ease. Line 99.\\nWhile resignation gently slopes the way,\\nAnd, all his prospects brightening to the last,\\nHis heaven commences ere the world be past.\\nLine 100.\\nThe watch-dog s voice that bayed the whispering\\nwind,\\nAnd the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.\\nLine 121.\\nA man he was to all the country dear,\\nAnd passing rich with forty pounds a year.\\nLine 141.\\nWept o er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,\\nShouldered his crutch and showed how fields were\\nwon. Line 157.\\nC est un verre qui luit,\\nQu un souffle peut detruire. et qu un snuffle a produit.\\nDe Caux. Comparing the world to his hour-glass.)\\nWho pants for glory fimls but short repose;\\nA breath revives him, or a breath o erthrows.\\nTope. Horace, Book ii. Epistle 1", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0268.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "GOLDSMITH. 249\\nCareless their merits or their faults to scan,\\nHis pity gave ere charity began. Line 161.\\nAnd e en his failings leaned to virtue s side.\\nLine 164.\\nAllured to brighter worlds, v and led the way.\\nLine 1 0\\nTruth from his lips prevailed with double sway,\\nAnd fools who came to scoff, remained to pray.\\nLine 179.\\nAnd plucked his gown, to share the good man s\\nsmile. Line 184.\\nEternal sunshine settles on its head. Line 192.\\nFull well the busy whisper, circling round,\\nConveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.\\nLine 203.\\nIn arguing, too, the parson owned his skill,\\nFor e en though vanquished, he could argue still\\nWhile words of learned length and thundering\\nsound\\nAmazed the gazing rustics ranged around\\nAnd still they gazed, and still the wonder grew\\nThat one small head could carry all he knew.\\nLine 211.\\nThe whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor,\\nThe varnished clock that clicked behind the door,\\nThe chest contrived a double debt to pay,\\nA bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.\\nLine 227", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0269.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "250 GOLDSMITH.\\nTo me more dear, congenial to my heart,\\nOne native charm, than all the gloss of art.\\nLine 253\\nAnd e en while fashion s brightest arts decoy,\\nThe heart distrusting asks, if this be joy\\nLine 263.\\nHer modest looks the cottage might adorn,\\nSweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.\\nLine 329.\\nLuxury! thou cursed by Heaven s decree.\\nLine 385.\\nThat found st me poor at first, and keep st me so.\\nLine 414.\\nRETALIATION.\\nWho mixed reason with pleasure, and wisdom with\\nmirth. Line 24.\\nWho, born for tbe universe, narrowed his mind,\\nAnd to party gave up what was meant for man-\\nkind. Line 81.\\nThough equal to all things, for all things unfit\\nToo nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.\\nLine 37.\\nHis conduct still right with his argument wrong.\\nLine 46\\nA flattering painter who made it his care,\\nTo draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.\\nLine 03", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0270.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "GOLDSMITH. 251\\nAn abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.\\nLine 94.\\nAs a wit, if not first, in the very first line.\\nLine 96.\\nHe cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack,\\nFor he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle\\nthem back. Line 107.\\nVICAR OF WAKEFIELD.\\nMan wants but little here below,\\nNor wants that little long.*\\nChap. viii. The Hermit.\\nAnd what is friendship but a name,\\nA charm that lulls to sleep,\\nA shade that follows wealth or fame,\\nAnd leaves the wretch to weep. Ibid.\\nAnd in that town a dog was found,\\nAs many dogs there be,\\nBoth mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,\\nAnd cur of low degree.\\nChap. xvii. Elegy on a Mad Dog.\\nThe dog, to gain some private ends,\\nWent mad, and bit the man. Hid.\\nThe man recovered of the bite,\\nThe dog it was that died. Ibid.\\nCf. Yorao, page 220.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0271.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "252 GOLDSMITH.\\nWhen lovely -woman stoops to folly,\\nAnd finds too late that men betray,\\nWhat charm can soothe her melancholy\\nWhat art can wash hei\\nThe only art her guilt to cover,\\nTo hide her shame from every eye,\\nTo give repentance to her lover,\\nAnd wring his bosom, is to die.\\nChapter xxiv.\\nMeasures, not men, have always been my mark.*\\nThe Good-natured Man. Act ii.\\nA concatenation accordingly.\\nShe Stoops to Conquer. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nAsk me no questions, and I ll tell you no fibs.\\nIbid. Act iii.\\nBut there s no love lost between us.f\\nIbid. Act iv.\\nThe king himself has followed her\\nWhen she has walked before.\\nElegy on Mrs. Mary Dlaize. J\\nOf this stamp is the cant of Xot men, but measures sr\\nsort of charm by which man}* people get loose from every hon-\\norable engagement. Burke. Present Discontents.\\nj A proverbial expression; Garrick also makes use of it in\\nhis correspondence, 1759.\\nJ Written in imitation of Chanson sur lefameux La Palisse,\\nwhich is attributed to Bernard de la Monnoye.\\nOn dit que dans ses amours\\nII fut caress^ des belles,\\nQui le suivirent toujours,\\nTant qu il marcha devant elles.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0272.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "SMOLLETT. -PERCY. 253\\nSuch dainties to thein, their health it might hurt\\nIt s like sending them ruffles, when wanting a\\nshirt.* The Haunch of Venison.\\nTOBIAS SMOLLETT. 1721-1771.\\nThy spirit, Independence, let me share\\nLord of the lion heart and eagle eye,\\nThy steps I follow with my bosom bare,\\nNor heed the storm that howls along the sky.\\nOde lo Independence.\\nFacts are stubborn things.\\nTranslation of Gil Bias. Booh x. Ch. 1.\\nPlain as a pikestaff. Ibid. Book xii. Ch. 8.\\nTHOMAS PERCY. 1728-1811.\\nKELIQTJES OF ENGLISH POETRY.\\nHe that wold not when he might,\\nHe shall not when he wolda.\\nThe Baffled Knight.\\nIf your friend is in want, don t carry him to the tavern,\\nwhere you treat yourself as well as him, and entiiil a thirst\\nand headache upon him next morning. To treat a poor\\nwretch with a bottle of Burgundy and till his snuff-box, is\\nlike giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a\\nshirt m his back.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Tom Bkowm.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0273.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "254 PERCY.\\nWeep no more, lady, weep no more,\\nThy sorrow is in vain\\nFor violets plucked the sweetest showers\\nWill ne er make grow again.\\nThe Friar of Orders Gray\\nWe 11 shine in more substantial honors,\\nAnd to be noble Ave 11 be good.* Winefreda.\\nAnd when with envy time transported,\\nShall think to rob us of our joys,\\nYou 11 in your girls again be courted,\\nAnd I 11 go wooing in my boys. Ibid.\\nMy mind to me a kingdom is f\\nSuch perfect joy therein I find,\\nAs far exceeds all earthly bUss,\\nThat God and Nature hath assigned.\\nThough much I want that most would have,\\nYet still my mind forbids to crave.\\nFrom Byrd s Psalmes, Sonnets, Sfc, 1588.\\nHe that had neyther been kithe nor kin\\nMight have seen a full fay re sight.\\nGuy of Gisborne.\\nHowe er it be, it seems to me,\\nT is only noble to be good.\\nTesnysox. Lruly Clara Vere de Vere.\\nt Mens regnum bona possidet.\\nSeneca. Tkyesies, Act ii. Line 380.\\nMy mind to me an empire is\\nWhile grace affordeth health.\\nEobekt Southwell. 15G0-1595-", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0274.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "P OR TE US. BE A TTIE. 255\\nBEILBY PORTEUS. 1731-1808.\\nIn sober state,\\nThrough the sequestered vale of rural life,\\nThe venerable patriarch guileless held\\nThe tenor of his way.* Death. Line 108\\nOne murder made a villain,\\nMillions a hero. Princes were privileged\\nTo kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.f\\nIbid. Zmel5t.\\nWar its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.\\nIbid. Line 178.\\nThou,\\nWhom soft-eyed pity once led down from Heaven\\nTo bleed for Man, to teach him how to live,\\nAnd oli still harder lesson, how to die.+\\nIbid. Line 31G.\\nJAMES BEATTIE. 1735-1803.\\nAh who can tell how hard it is to climb\\nThe steep where Fame s proud temple shines\\nafar The Ministrel. Book i. St. 1\\nCf. Ghay, p. 2-42.\\nt Cf. Young, p. 223.\\nJ There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high\\nThe price for knowledge) taught us how to die.\\nTickkll o?i the Death of Addison", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0275.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "256 CHURCHILL. BOOTH.\\nAt the close of the day, when the hamlet is still,\\nAnd mortals the sweets of forgetfalness prove,\\nWhen nought but the torrent is heard on the hill,\\nAnd nought but the nightingale s song in the\\ngrove. The Hermit.\\nHe thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. ibid.\\nBy the glare of false science betrayed,\\nThat leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind. Ibid.\\nHow hard their lot who neither won nor lost.\\nEpigram. The Bucks hud dined.\\nCHARLES CHURCHILL. 1741-1764.\\nHe mouths a sentence, as curs mouth a bone.\\nThe Rosciad. Line 322.\\nBut spite of all the criticizing elves,\\nThose who would make us feel must feel them-\\nselves.* Line 80 1.\\nWith curious art the brain, too finely wrought,\\nPreys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.\\nEpistle to William\\nBARTON BOOTH. 1681-1738\\nTrue as the needle to the pole,\\nOr as the dial to the sun. 0hf\\nSi vis me flere, dolemlum est\\nPrimum ipsi tibi. Hokack. Ars Poetica. 102.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0276.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "COWPER. 257\\nWILLIAM COWPER. 1731-1800.\\nUnited yet divided, twain at once.\\nSo sit two kings of Brentford on one throne.*\\nBook i. The Sofa.\\nNor rural sights alone, but rural sounds\\nExhilarate the spirit, and restore\\nThe tone of languid Nature. Ibid.\\nThe earth was made so various, that the mind\\nOf desultory man, studious of change,\\nAnd pleased with novelty, might be indulged.\\nIbid.\\nGod made the country, and man made the town.f\\nIbid.\\nfor a lodge in some vast wilderness,\\nSome boundless contiguity of shade,\\nWhere rumor of oppression and deceit,\\nOf unsuccessful or successful war,\\nMight never reach me more.J\\nBook ii. The Timepiece.\\nMountains interposed\\nMake enemies of nations, who had else,\\nLike kindred drops, been mingled into one.\\nIbid.\\nTwo Kings of Brentford, from Buckingham s play of the\\nRehearsal.\\nt Cf. Cowley, page 137.\\nOh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of way-\\nfaring men. Jeremiah ix. 2.\\n17", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0277.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "258 COWPER.\\nI would not have a slave to till my ground,\\nTo carry me, to fan me while I sleep,\\nAnd tremble when I wake, for all the wealth\\nThat sinews bought and sold have ever earned.\\nBook ii. The Timepiece\\nSlaves cannot breathe in England if their lungs\\nReceive our air, that moment they are free\\nThey touch our country and their shackles fall.*\\nIbid.\\nEngland, with all thy faults I love thee still,\\nMy country.! Ibid.\\nPresume to lay their hand upon the ark\\nOf her magnificent and awful cause. Ibid.\\nTo zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes\\nOf gallery critics by a thousand arts. Ibid.\\nPraise enough\\nTo fill the ambition of a private man,\\nThat Chatham s language Avas his mother-tongue.\\nIbid.\\nThere is a pleasure in poetic pains\\nWhich only poets know. Ibid\\nServi peregrini, ut primum Gallise fines penetraverint\\neodeni momento liberi sunt. Bodixus. Liber i. c. 5.\\nt Be England what she will,\\nWith all her faults she is my country still.\\nChurchill. The Farewell", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0278.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "COWPER. 259\\nReading what they never wrote\\nJust fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,\\nAnd with a well-bred whisper close the scene.\\nBook ii. The Timepiece.\\nWhoe er was edified, themselves were not. Ibid.\\nVariety s the very spice of life,\\nThat gives it all its flavor. Ibid.\\nShe that asks\\nHer dear five hundred friends. Ibid.\\nDomestic Happiness, thou only bliss\\nOf Paradise that hast survived the fall\\nBook iii. The Garden.\\nGreat contest follows, and much learned dust.\\nIbid.\\nFrom reveries so airy, from the toil\\nOf dropping buckets into empty wells,\\nAnd growing old in drawing nothing up.* Ibid.\\nHow various his employments whom the world\\nCalls idle and who justly in return\\nEsteems that busy world an idler too Ibid.\\nWho loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.\\nIbid.\\nHe has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets\\ninto empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying\\nto draw them up again. Memoirs of Sydney Smith.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0279.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "260 COWPER.\\nI burn to set the imprisoned wranglers free,\\nAnd give them voice and utterance once again.\\nBook iv. Winter Evening\\nNow stir the fire-, and close the shutters fast,\\nLet fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,\\nAnd while the bubbling and loud hissing urn\\nThrows up a steamy column, and the cups,\\nThat cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,*\\nSo let us welcome peaceful evening in. Ibid.\\nAnd Katerfelto, with his hair on end\\nAt his own wonders, wondering for his bread.\\nT is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,\\nTo peep at such a world to see the stir\\nOf the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.\\nIbid.\\nWhile fancy, like the finger of a clock,\\nRuns the great circuit, and is still at home. Ibid.\\nWinter, ruler of the inverted year. Ibid.\\nWith spots quadrangular of diamond form,\\nEnsanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife,\\nAnd spades, the emblem of untimely gra\\\\ es.\\n[bid.\\nSidney, warbler of poetic prose. Ibid\\n[Tar-water] is rf a nature so mild and benign and pro-\\nportioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heat-\\ning, to cheer but not inebriate. Bishop Berkeley. Siris,\\npar. 217.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0280.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "COWPER. 261\\nThe Frenchman s darling.*\\nBook iv. Winter Evening.\\nBut war s a game which, were their subjects wise,\\nKings would not play at.\\nBook v. Winter Morning Walk.\\nThe beggarly last doit. Ibid.\\nWith filial confidence inspired,\\nCan lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,\\nAnd smiling say, My Father made them all\\nIbid.\\nAs dreadful as the Manichean god,\\nAdored through fear, strong only to destroy. Ibid.\\nHe is the freeman whom the truth makes free.\\nIbid.\\nThere is in souls a sympathy with sounds\\nAnd as the mind is pitched, the ear is pleased\\nWith melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave\\nSome chord in unison with what we hear\\nIs touched within us, and the heart replies.\\nHow soft the music of those village bells,\\nFalling at intervals upon the ear\\nIn cadence sweet.\\nBook vi. Winter Walk at Noon.\\nHere the heart\\nMay give a useful lesson to the head,\\nAnd Learning wiser grow without his books.\\nIbid.\\nT was Cowper who gave this now common name to the\\nMignonette.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0281.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "262 COWPER.\\nKnowledge is proud that he has learned so much\\nWisdom is humble that he knows no more.\\nBook vi. Winter Walk at Noon.\\nSome to the fascination of a name\\nSurrender judgment hoodwinked. Ibid.\\nI would not enter on my list of friends\\n(Though graced with polished manners and fine\\nsense,\\nYet wanting sensibility) the man\\nWho needlessly sets foot upon a worm. ibid.\\nAn honest man, close buttoned to the chin,\\nBroadcloth without, and a warm heart within.\\nEpistle to Joseph Hill.\\nShine by the side of every path we tread\\nWith such a lustre, he that runs may read.*\\nTirocinium.\\nAn idler is a watch that wants both hands\\nAs useless if it goes as when it stands. Retirement.\\nBuilt God a church, and laughed His word to\\nscorn. ibid.\\nHow sweet, how passing sweet is solitude\\nBut grant me still a friend in my retreat,\\nWhom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet. Ibid.\\nA fool must now and then be right, by chance.\\nConversation\\nCf. Habakkuk ii. 2.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0282.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "COWPKR. 263\\nThe solemn fop significant and budge\\nA fool with judges, among fools a judge.*\\nConversation\\nHis wit invites you by his looks to come,\\nBut when you knock it never is at kome.f Ibid.\\nOur wasted oil unprofitably burns,\\nLike hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. Ibid.\\nIs base in kind, and born to be a slave.\\nTable Talk-\\nNo. Freedom has a thousand charms to show,\\nThat slaves, howe er contented, never know.\\nIbid.\\nJust knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,\\nA truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.\\nTruth.\\nIf he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the\\nbest king of good fellows. King Henrij V. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nThis man I thought had been a lord among wits, but I find\\nhe is only a wit among lords. Samuel Johnson.\\nA wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.\\nPope. Duncind. Book iv. Line 92.\\nAlthough too much of a soldier among sovereign*, no one\\ncould claim with better, right to be a sovereign among sol-\\ndiers. Waltek Scott. Life of Napoleon.\\nHe (Steele) was a rake among scholars, and a scholar\\namong rakes.\\nMacaulay. Review of Aikin s Life of Addison.\\nTemple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a\\nman of letters amongst men of the world.\\nMacaulay. Life and Writings of Sir William Temple.\\nCf. Pope, page 209.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0283.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "264 COWPER.\\nHow much a dunce, that has been sent to roam,\\nExcels a dunce that has been kept at home.\\nThe Progress of Erroi\\nToll for the brave\\nThe brave that are no more\\nAll sunk beneath the wave,\\nFast by their native shore.\\nOn the Loss of the Royal George\\nMisses the tale that I relate\\nThis lesson seems to carry,\\nChoose not alone a proper mate\\nBut proper time to marry.\\nPairing Time Anticipated.\\nA kick, that scarce would move a horse,\\nMay kill a sound divine. The Yearly Distress.\\nThat though on pleasure she was bent,\\nShe had a frugal mind.\\nHistory of John Gilpin.\\nA hat not much the worse for wear. Ibid.\\nNow let us sing, long live the King,\\nAnd Gilpin long live he\\nAnd when he next doth ride abroad\\nMay I be there to see. ibid.\\nthat those lips had language Life has passed\\nWith me but roughly since I heard thee last.\\nOn the Receipt of my Mother s Picture.\\nThe son of parents passed into the skies. ibid", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0284.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "COWPER. 265\\nWhat peaceful hours I once enjoyed\\nHow sweet their memory still\\nBut, they have left an aching void,\\nThe world can never fill. Walking with God.\\nGod moves in a mysterious way,\\nHis wonders to perform\\nHe plants his footsteps in the sea,\\nAnd rides upon the storm.\\nLight Shining out of Darkness.\\nI am monarch of all I survey,\\nMy right there is none to dispute.\\nVerses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.\\nSolitude where are the charms\\nThat sages have seen in thy face Ibid.\\nBut the sound of the church-going bell\\nThose valleys and rocks never heard,\\nNever sighed at the sound of a knell,\\nOr smiled when a sabbath appeared. Ibid\\nHow fleet is a glance of the mind\\nCompared with the speed of its flight,\\nThe tempest itself lags behind,\\nAnd the swift-winged arrows of light. Ibid.\\nThere goes the parson, oh illustrious spark\\nAnd there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk\\nOn observing some Names of little note.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0285.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "266 TBRALE.\\nT is Providence alone secures\\nIn every change both mine and yours.\\nA Fable. (Moral.)\\nThe man that hails you Tom or Jack,\\nAnd proves by thumps upon your back\\nHis sense of your great merit,*\\nIs such a friend that one had need\\nBe very much his friend indeed\\nTo pardon or to bear it. Friendship.\\nBeware of desperate steps. The darkest day,\\nLive till to-morrow, will have passed away.\\nThe Needless Alarm. (Moral.)\\nHe sees that this great roundabout,\\nThe world, with all its motley rout,\\nChurch, army, physic, law,\\nIts customs and its businesses,\\nIs no concern at all of his,\\nAnd says what says he Caw.\\nThe Jackdaw.\\nFor t is a truth well known to most,\\nThat whatsoever thing is lost,\\nWe seek it, ere it come to light,\\nIn every cranny but the right. The Retired Cat\\nMRS. THRALE. 1740-1822.\\nThe tree of deepest root is found\\nLeast willing still to quit the ground\\nT was therefore said, by ancient sages,\\nAltered to, How he esteems your merit.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0286.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "GREYILLE. MICKLE. WOLCOT. 267\\nThat love of life increased with years\\nSo much, that in our latter stages,\\nWhen pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,\\nThe greatest love of life appears.\\nThree Warnings.\\nMRS. GREVILLE* 17 17\u00e2\u0080\u0094.\\nNor peace nor ease the heart can know,\\nWhich, like the needle true,\\nTurns at the touch of joy or woe,\\nBut, turning, trembles too.\\nA Prayer for Indifference.\\nW. J. MICKLE. 1734-1788.\\nHis very foot has music in t\\nAs he comes up the stairs.\\nThe Mariner s Wife.\\nDR. WOLCOT. 1738-1819.\\nCare to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,\\nAnd every grin, so merry, draws one out.\\nEx postulate ry Odes. Ode xv.\\nA fellow in a market town,\\nMost musical, cried razors up and down.\\nFarewell Odes. Ode iii.\\nThe pretty Fanny Macartney. Walpole s Memoirs", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0287.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "268 LANGH ORNE. BARB A ULD.\\nJOHN LANGHORNE. 1735-1779.\\nCold on Canadian hills or Minden s plain,\\nPerhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain\\nBent o er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew\\nThe big drops, mingling with the milk he drew,\\nGave the sad presage of his future years,\\nThe child of misery, baptized in tears.*\\nThe Country Justice. Part\\nMRS. BARBAULD. 1743-1825.\\nMan is the nobler growth our realms supply,\\nAnd souls are ripened in our northern sky.\\nThe Invitation.\\nThis dead of midnight is the noon of thought\\nAnd wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.f\\nA Summer s Evening Meditation.\\nThis allusion to the dead soldier, and his widow, on the\\nfield of battle, was made the subject of a print by Bunbury,\\nunder which were engraved the pathetic lines of Langhorne.\\nSir Walter Scott has mentioned, that the only time he saw-\\nBurns, this picture was in the room. Burns shed tears over\\nit; and Scott, then a lad of fifteen, was the only person\\npresent who could tell him where the lines were to be found.\\nt Often ascribed to Young.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0288.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "MORE. J ONES. 2 69\\nIIANNAH MORE. 1745-1833.\\nTo those who know thee not, no words can paint\\nAnd those who know thee, know all words are\\nfaint Sensibility.\\nIn men this blunder still you find,\\nAll think their little set mankind.\\nThe Bos Bleu.\\nSmall habits well pursued betimes,\\nMay reach the dignity of crimes. ibid.\\nSIR WILLIAM JONES. 1746-1794.\\nGo boldly forth, my simple lay,\\nWhose accents flow with artless ease,\\nLike orient pearls at random strung.\\nA Persian Song of Hafiz.\\nOn parent knees, a naked new-born child\\nWeeping thou sat st while all around thee smiled\\nSo live, that sinking in thy last long sleep,\\nCalm thou mayst smile, w r hile all around thee\\nweep. From the Persian,\\nWhat constitutes a State Ode in Imitation ofAkteus.\\nMen who their duties know,\\nBut know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain.\\nIbid.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0289.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "270 M ORRIS. TR UMB ULL.\\nAnd sovereign law, that state s collected will,\\nO er thrones and globes elate,\\nSits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. ibid,\\nSeven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,\\nTen to the world allot, and all to heaven.* ibid.\\nCAPTAIN CHARLES MORRIS. 1832.\\nSolid men of Boston, make no long orations\\nSolid men of Boston, drink no deep potations.\\nBilly Pitt and the Farmer.\\nJOHN TRUMBULL. 1750-1831.\\nBut optics sharp it needs, I ween,\\nTo see what is not to be seen.\\nMcFingal. Canto i. Line 67.\\nBut as some muskets so contrive it,\\nAs oft to miss the mark they drive at,\\nAnd though well aimed at duck or plover,\\nBear wide, and kick their owners over.\\nIbid. Canto i. Line 93.\\nNo man e er felt the halter draw,\\nWith good opinion of the law.\\nIbid. Canto iii. Line 489\\nSix hours in sleep, in law s grave study six,\\nFour spend in prayer, the rest on nature fix.\\nTranslation of Unes quoted by Sir Edward Coke.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0290.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "SHERIDAN. 271\\nRICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN. 1751-1816.\\nA progeny of learning. The Rivals. Act i. Sc. 2,\\nYou are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at\\nonce, are you Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 2\\nThe quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it\\nstands we should only spoil it by trying to ex-\\nplain it. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nAs headstrong as an allegory on the banks of\\nthe Nile. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 3\\nMy valor is certainly going it is sneaking off\\nI feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my\\nhands. Ibid, Act v. Sc. 3.\\nI own the soft impeachment. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nSteal to be sure they may, and, egad serve\\nyour best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,\\ndisfigure them to make em pass for their own.*\\nThe Critic. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nNo scandal about Queen Elizabeth I hope.\\nIbid. Act ii. Sc. 1\\nStill pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;\\nLike gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known,\\nDefacing first, then claiming for his own.\\nChurchill. The Apology. Line 233.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0291.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "272 SHERIDAN.\\nWhere they do agree on the stage, their una-\\nnimity is -wonderful. The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nYou shall see a beautiful quarto page, where\\na neat rivulet of text shall meander through a\\nmeadow of margin.\\nSchool for Scandal. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nI leave my character behind me. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nHere s to the maiden of bashful fifteen\\nHere s to the widow of fifty\\nHere s to the flaunting, extravagant quean,\\nAnd here s to the housewife that s thrifty.\\nLet the toast pass\\nDrink to the lass\\nI 11 warrant she 11 prove an excuse for the glass.\\nIbid. Act iii. Sc. 3.\\nAn unforgiving eye, and a danmed disinherit-\\ning countenance. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1.\\nI ne er could any lustre see\\nIn eyes that would not look on me\\nI ne er saw nectar on a lip\\nBut where my own did hope to sip.\\nThe Duenna. Act i. Sc. 2.\\nConscience has no more to do with gallantly,\\nthan it has with politics. Ibid. Act ii. Sc 4.\\nThe Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0292.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "CRABBE. MERRICK. 273\\nhis memory for his jests and to his imagination\\nfor his facts.* Speech in Reply to Mr. DundasA\\nYou write with ease to show your breeding,\\nBut easy writing s curst hard reading.\\nClio s Protest.\\nGEOEGE CRABBE. 1754-1832.\\nOil rather give me commentators plain,\\nWho with no deep researches vex the brain,\\nWho from the dark and doubtful love to run,\\nAnd hold their glimmering taper to the sun.\\nHie Parish Register. Part I\\nIn this fool s paradise he drank delight.\\n27(e Borough. Letter XII. Players.\\nBooks cannot always please, however good\\nMinds are not ever craving for their food.\\nIbid. Letter XXIV. Schools.\\nIn idle wishes fools supinely stay\\nBe there a will, and wisdom finds a way.\\nThe Birth of Flattery.\\nJAMES MERRICK. 1720-1766.\\nNot what we wish, but what we want. Hymn.\\nOn peut dire que son esprit brille aux depens do sa me\\nmoire. Le Sage. Gil Bias. Livre iii. Ch. xi.\\nt From Sheridaniana.\\nMooke s Life of Sheridan. Vol. i. p. 155.\\nCf. Milton. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 496.\\n18", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0293.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "274\\nROBERT BURNS. 1759-1796.\\nWhere sits our sulky, sullen dame,\\nGathering her brows like gathering storm,\\nNursing her wrath to keep it warm.\\nTarn O Shanter\\nHis ancient, trusty, drouthy crony\\nTarn lo ed him like a vera brither\\nThey had been fou for weeks thegither. Ibid\\nKings may be blest, but Tarn was glorious,\\nO er a the ills o life victorious. Ibid\\nBut pleasures are like poppies spread,\\nYou seize the flower, its bloom is shed\\nOr like the snow-fall in the river,\\nA moment white, then melts for ever. fbitl\\nThat hour, o night s black arch the keystane.\\nIbid\\nInspiring bold John Barleycorn,\\nWhat dangers thou canst make us scorn. Ibid.\\nAs Tammie gloured, amazed and curious,\\nThe mirth and fun grew fast and furious. Hid.\\nThe landlord s laugh was ready chorus. Ibid.\\nAffliction s sons are brothers in distress\\nA brother to relieve, how exquisite the bli^=.\\nA Wader s XiijM.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0294.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "buexs. 275\\nThen gently scan your brother man\\nStill gentler, sister woman\\nThough they may gang a kennin wrang,\\nTo step aside is human.\\nAddress to the Unco Guid.\\nWhat s done we partly may compute,\\nBut know not what s resisted. Ibid.\\nIf there s a hole in a your coats,\\nI rede you tent it\\nA chiel s amang you taking notes,\\nAnd, faith, he 11 prent it.\\nOn Captain Grose s Peregrinations through Scotland,\\nO wad some power the giftie gie us,\\nTo see oursels as others see us\\nIt wad frae monie a blunder free us,\\nAnd foolish notion. To a Louse.\\nThe best laid schemes o mice and men\\nGang aft a-gley\\nAnd leave us naught but grief and pain\\nFor promised joy.\\nTo a Mouse,,\\nPerhaps it may turn out a sang,\\nPeihaps turn out a sermon.\\nEpistle to a Young Friend.\\nThe fear o hell s a hangman s whip\\nTo haud the wretch in order\\nBut where ye feel your honor grip,\\nLet that aye be your border. Ibid", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0295.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "276 BUBNB.\\nAn Atheist s laugh s a poor exchange\\nFor Deity offended Epistle to a Young Friend.\\nAnd may you better reck the rede,\\nThan ever did th adviser Jhid.\\nIn durance vile here must I wake and weep,\\nAnd all my frowzy couch in sorrow steep.*\\nEpistle from Esopus to Maria.\\nO Life how pleasant in thy morning,\\nYoung Fancy s rays the hills adorning\\nCold pausing Caution s lesson scorning,\\nWe frisk away,\\nLike schoolboys at th expected warning,\\nTo joy and play.\\nEpistle to James Smith.\\nHis locked, lettered, braw brass collar\\nShewed him the gentleman and scholar.\\nThe Twa Dogs.\\nlife thou art a galling load,\\nAlong a rough, a weary road,\\nTo wretches such as I Despondency.\\nShould auld acquaintance be forgot,\\nAnd never brought to min\\nDurance vile. W. Kenrick (1766).\\nFalstnps Wedding. Act i. So. 2.\\nIt will not be amiss to take a view of the effects of thi--\\nroyal servitude and vile durance, which was so deplored irj\\nthe reign of the last monarch. Bukice.\\nOn the Present Discontent", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0296.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "BURNS. 277\\nShould auld acquaintance be forgot,\\nAnd days o lang syne Auld Lang Syne.\\nMisled by fancy s meteor-ray,\\nBy passion driven\\nBut yet the light that led astray\\nWas light from heaven. The Vision.\\nAnd, like a passing thought, she fled\\nIn light away. Rid.\\nNow s the day, and now s the hour,\\nSee the front o battle lour. BannoJcbum.\\nLiberty s in every blow\\nLet us do or die. Ibid.\\nAuld Mature swears, the lovely dears\\nHer noblest work she classes,\\nHer prentice han she tried on man,\\nAnd then she made the lasses,\\nGreen grow the Rashes.\\nMan s inhumanity to man\\nMakes countless thousands mourn.\\nMan ivas made to Mourn\\nSome wee short hour ayont the twal.\\nDeath and Dr. Hornh.ook.\\nMan -was made when Nature was\\nBut an apprentice, but woman when she\\nWas a skilful mistress of her art.\\nCupid s Whirligig. 1607.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0297.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "278 BURNS.\\nThe rank is but the guinea s stamp,\\nThe man s the gowd for a that.*\\nIs therefor Honest Poverty\\nA prince can make a belted knight,\\nA marquis, duke, and a that\\nBut an honest man s aboon his might,\\nGuid faith, he maunna fa that. Ibid.\\nI But to see her was to love her,\\nLove but her, and love forever.\\nSong. Ae Fopd Kiss.\\nHad we never loved sae kindly,\\nHad we never loved sae blindly,\\nNever met or never parted,\\nWe had ne er been broken-hearted.\\nIbid.\\nO, my love s like a red, red rose,\\nThat s newly sprung in June,\\nO, my love s like the melodie,\\nThat s sweetly played hi tune.\\nSong. A Red, Red Rose.\\nGars auld claes look amaist as weel s the new.\\nThe Cotter s Saturday Night.\\nBeneath the milk-white thorn that scents the even-\\ning gale. ibid.\\nHe wales a portion with judicious care\\nAnd Let us worship God S he says, with solemn\\nair. Ibid\\nI weigh the man, not his title t is not the king s stamp\\ncan make the metal better. Wycherley.\\nThe Plaindealer. Act i. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0298.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "COLMAN. \u00e2\u0080\u0094LO GAN. 279\\nGEORGE COLMAN, THE YOUNGER.\\n1762-1836.\\nOn their own merits modest men are dumb.\\nBroad Grins. Epilogue to the Heir at Law,\\nAnd what s impossible can t be,\\nAnd never, never comes to pass.\\nThe Maid of the Moor.\\nThree stories high, long, dull, and old,\\nAs great lord s stories often are. Ibid.\\nBut when ill indeed,\\nE en dismissing the doctor don t always succeed.\\nLodgings for Single Gentlemen.\\nWhen taken,\\nTo be well shaken. The Newcastle Apothecary.\\nThank you, good sir, I owe you one.\\nThe Poor Gentleman. Act i. Sc. 2,\\nMiss Bailey,\\nUnfortunate Miss Bailey\\nLove Laughs at Locksmiths. Act ii. Song.\\nJOHN LOGAN. 1748-1788.\\nThou hast no sorrow in thy song,\\nNo winter in thy year. To tlie Cuckoo", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0299.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "280 DICKINSON. TOWNLET. MALLETT.\\nJOHN DICKINSON. 1732-1808.\\nThen join in hand, brave Americans all\\nBy uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.\\nThe Liberty Song. (1708)\\nTHOMAS MOSS. 1808.\\nPity the sorrows of a poor old man,\\nWhose trembling limbs have borne him to your\\ndoor,\\nWhose days are dwindled to the shortest span\\nOh give relief, and Heaven will bless your\\nStore. The Beggar.\\nJAMES TOWNLEY. 1778.\\nKitty. Shikspur Shikspur Who wrote it\\nNo, I never read Shikspur.\\nLady Bab. Then you have an immense pleas-\\nure to come. High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nFrom humble Port to imperial Tokay. Ibid\\nDAVID MALLETT. 1700-1765.\\nWhile tumbling down the turbid stre*on,\\nLord love us, how we apples swim. Tyburn", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0300.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "BR 7DGES. M OR TON. CANNING. 281\\nSIR SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES. 1763-1837.\\nThe glory dies not, and the grief is past.*\\nSonnet on the Death of Sir Walter Scott\\nTHOMAS MORTON. 1766-1838.\\nWhat will Mrs. Grundy say?\\nSpeed the Plough. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nPush on keep moving.\\nA Cure for the Heartache. Act ii. Sc. 1.\\nApprobation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise\\nindeed. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2.\\nGEORGE CANNING. 1770-1827.\\nStory God bless you, I have none to tell, sir\\nThe Friend of Humanity and the Needy Knife-Grinder*.\\nFrom the Poetry of the Anti-jacobin.\\nI give thee sixpence I will see thee d d first.\\nIbid.\\nBut of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can\\nsend,\\nSave, save, oh, save me from the candid friend\\nThe New Morality. From the Poetry of the Anti-jacobin.\\nBut of the deed the glory shall remain. Grimoalde.\\n{Circa 1520-1563). Musonius the Philosopheigs Saying.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0301.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "282 UOPKJNSON. EVERETT.\\nSo down thy hill, romantic Ashhourne, glides\\nThe Derby dilly carrying three insides.*\\nTlie Loves of the Triangles. Line 178\\nFrom the Poetry of the Anti-jacobin.\\nJOSEPH HOPKINSON. 1770-1S42.\\nHail, Columbia happy land\\nHail, ye heroes heaven-born band\\nWho fought and died in freedom s cause.\\nHail Columbia.\\nDAVID EVERETT. 1769-1813.\\nYou d scarce expect one of my age\\nTo speak in public on the stage\\nAnd if 1 chance to fall below\\nDemosthenes or Cicero,\\nDon t view me with a critic s eye,\\nBut pass my imperfections by.\\nLarge streams from little fountains flow,\\nTall oaks from little acorns grow.\\nLiht-s written for a School Declamation.\\nThese lines are ascribed to John Hookam Frere in Cham-\\n?jrf/. t ,jrh pr -i; t of Enr/lish Literature, vol. 2, p. 325.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0302.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "WORDS WOR 777. 283\\nWILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 1770-1850.\\nAnd homeless near a thousand homes I stood,\\nAnd near a thousand tables pined and wanted\\nfood. Guilt and Sorrow. Stanza 41\\nThe Child is father of the Man\\nMy Heart Leaps Up\\nThe sweetest thing that ever grew\\nBeside a human door. Lucy Gray. Stanza 2.\\nA simple Child,\\nThat lightly draws its breath,\\nAnd feels its life in every limb,\\nWhat should it know of death We are Seven.\\nDrink, pretty creature, drink. The Pet Lamb.\\nUntil a man might travel twelve stout miles,\\nOr reap an acre of his neighbor s corn.\\nTlie Brothers.\\nSweet childish days, that were as long\\nAs twenty days are now. To a Butterfly,\\nA noticeable man, with large gray eyes.\\nStanzas written in Thomson\\nAnd he is oft the wisest man,\\nWllO is not wise at all. The Oak and the Broom.\\nThe childhood shows the man\\nAs morning shows the day. Milton.\\nParadise Regained. Book iv. Line 220.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0303.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "284 WORDSWORTH.\\nShe dwelt among the untrodden ways\\nBeside the springs of Dove,\\nA maid whom there were none to praise,\\nAnd very few to love. Luci\\nA violet by a mossy stone\\nHalf hidden from the eye\\nFair as a star, when only one\\nIs shining in the sky. Ibid,\\nShe lived unknown, and few could know\\nWhen Lucy ceased to be\\nBut she is in her grave, and oh\\nThe difference to me ibid.\\nMinds that have nothing to confer\\nFind little to perceive.\\nPoems founded on the Affections, xvi.\\nThe bane of all that dread the devil.\\nThe Idiot Boy.\\nSomething between a hinderance and a help.\\nMichael.\\nBut He is risen, a later star of dawn.\\nA Morning Exercise.\\nBright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.\\nIbid\\nSome natural sorrow, loss, or pain,\\nThat has been, and may be again.\\nThe Solitary Reaper\\nThe music in my heart I bore,\\nLong after it was heard no more. ibid.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0304.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "WORDSWORTH. 285\\nBecause the good old rule\\nSufficeth them, the simple plan,\\nThat they should take who have the power,\\nAnd they should keep who can.\\nRob Roy s Grave. Stanza 9.\\nThe swan on still St. Mary s Lake\\nFloat double, swan and shadow Yarrow Unvisited.\\nMen are we, and must grieve when even the\\nShade\\nOf that which once was great is passed away.\\nSonnets to National Independence and Liberty. Part i. vi.\\nThou hast left behind\\nPowers that will work for thee, air, earth, and\\nskies\\nThere s not a breathing of the common wind,\\nThat will forget thee thou hast great allies\\nThy friends are exultations, agonies,\\nAnd love, and man s unconquerable mind.\\nIbid. Part i. viii.\\nThy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart.\\nIbid. Part i. xiv.\\nSo didst thou travel on life s common way,\\nIn cheerful godliness. Ibid.\\nWe must be free or die, who speak the tongue\\nThat Shakspeare spake the faith and morals hold\\nWhich Milton held. Part i. xvi\\nOne of those heavenly days that cannot die.\\nNutting,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0305.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "286 WORDSWORTH.\\nBut all things else about her drawn\\nFrom May time and the cheerful Dawn.\\nShe was a Phantom of Delight\\nA Creature not too bright or good\\nFor human nature s daily food\\nFor transient sorrows, simple wiles,\\nPraise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. Ibid.\\nA perfect woman, nobly planned,\\nTo warn, to comfort, and command. Ibid.\\nWe meet thee, like a pleasant thought,\\nWhen such are wanted. To the\\nThou unassuming Commonplace\\nOf Nature. To the same Flower.\\nThat inward eye\\nWhich is the bliss of solitude. I Wandered Lonely.\\nA Youth to whom was given\\nSo much of earth, so much of heaven. Ruth.\\nI thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,\\nThe sleepless soul that perished in his pride\\nOf him who walked in glory and in joy,\\nFollowing his plough, along the mountain-side.\\nResolution and Independence. Stanza 7\\nA jolly place, said he, in times of old\\nBut something ails it now the spot is cursed.\\nHart Leap Well. Part ii", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0306.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "WORDSWORTH. 287\\nHunt half a day for a forgotten dream.\\nBart Leap Well. Part ii.\\nNever to blend our pleasure or our pride,\\nWith sorrow of the meanest thing that feels, ibid.\\nSensations sweet,\\nFelt in the blood, and felt along the heart.\\nTintern Abbey.\\nThat best portion of a good man s life,\\nHis little, nameless, unremembered acts\\nOf kindness and of love. Ibid.\\nThat blessed mood,\\nIn which the burden of the mystery,\\nIn which the heavy and the weary weight\\nOf all this unintelligible world,\\nIs lightened. ibid.\\nThe fretful stir\\nUnprofitable, and the fever of the world,\\nHave hung upon the beatings of my heart, ibid\\nThe sounding cataract\\nHaunted me like a passion the tall rock,\\nThe mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,\\nTheir colors and their forms, were then to me\\nAn appetite a feeling and a love,\\nThat had no need of a remoter charm\\nBy thoughts supplied, nor any interest\\nUnborrowed from the eye. ibid", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0307.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "288 WORDSWORTH.\\nBut hearing oftentimes\\nThe still, sad music of humanity. Tintern Abbey.\\nKnowing that Nature never did betray\\nThe heart that loved her. ibid.\\nNor greetings where no kindness is. ibid.\\nLike but oh how different.\\nPoems of the Imagination, xxix.\\nT)-pe of the wise who soar, but never roam\\nTrue to the kindred points of Heaven and Home.\\nTo a Sky Lark. xxx.\\nShow us how divine a thhig\\nA Woman may be made.\\nTo a Young Lady, xxxvi.\\nBut an old age serene and bright\\nAnd lovely as a Lapland night,\\nShall lead thee to thy grave. ibid.\\nThere s something in a flying horse,\\nThere s something hi a huge balloon.\\nPeter Bell. Prologue. Stanza 1.\\nThe common growth of Mother Earth\\nS unices me, her tears, her mirth,\\nHer humblest mirth and tears. Ibid. Stanza 27\\nA primrose by a river s brim\\nA yellow primrose was to him.\\nAnd it was nothing more. p ar t i. Stanza 12.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0308.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "WORDSWORTH. 289\\nThe soft blue sky did never melt\\nInto his heart he never felt\\nThe witchery of the soft blue sky\\nPart i. Stanza 15.\\nAs if the man had fixed his face,\\nIn many a solitary place,\\nAgainst the wind and open sky Part i. Stanza 26.\\nThe holy time is quiet as a Nun\\nBreathless with adoration.\\nMiscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxx.\\nThe world is too much with us late and soon\\nGetting and spending, we lay waste our powers.\\nPart i. xxxiii.\\nGreat God I d rather be\\nA Pagan suckled in a creed outworn\\nSo might I, standing on this pleasant lea,\\nHave glimpses that would make me less forlorn\\nHave sight of Proteus rising from the sea,\\nOr hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. Ibid.\\nT is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower\\nOf Faith, and round the Sufferer s temples bind\\nWreaths that endure affliction s heaviest shower,\\nAnd do not shrink from sorrow s keenest wind.\\nPart i. xxxv.\\nNe er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep\\nThe river glideth at his own sweet will\\nDear God the very houses seem asleep\\nAnd all that mighty heart is lying still\\n19 Part ii. xxxvi.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0309.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "290 WORDSWORTH.\\nThe feather, -whence the pen\\nWas shaped that traced the lives of these good\\nmen,\\nDropped from an Angel s wing.*\\nEcclesiastical Sonnets. Part iii. Walton s Lives.\\nMeek Walton s heavenly memory. Ibid.\\nUp np my Friend, and quit your hooks.\\nOr surely you 11 grow double\\nUp up my Friend, and clear your looks\\nWhy all this toil and trouhle The Tables Turned.\\nOne impulse from a vernal wood\\nMay teach you more of man,\\nOf moral evil and of good,\\nThan all the sajres can.\\nIbid.\\nA remnant of uneasy light.\\n77/ Matron of Jedborovgh,\\nMeek Nature s evening comment on the shows,\\nThat for oblivion take their daily birth\\nFrom all the faming vanities of Earth.\\nSky Prospect. From the Plains of France.\\nThe pen -wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing\\nMade of a quill from an angel s wing.\\nHesby Constable. Sonnit\\nWhose noble praise\\nDeserves a quill pluckt from an angel s wing.\\nDorothy Beery. Sonnet", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0310.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "WORDSWORTH. 291\\nOne that would peep and botanize\\nUpon his mother s grave.\\nA Poet s Epitaph. Stanza 5.\\nHe murmurs near the running brooks\\nA music sweeter than their own. ibid. Stanza 10.\\nThe harvest of a quiet eye,\\nThat broods and sleeps on his own heart.\\nIbid. Stanza 13.\\nMaidens withering on the stalk.\\nPersonal Talk. Stanza 1.\\nDreams, books, are each a world and books we\\nknow,\\nAre a substantial world, both pure and good\\nRound these, with tendrils strong as flesh and\\nblood,\\nOur pastime and our happiness will grow.\\nIbid. Stanza 3.\\nThe gentle Lady married to the Moor,\\nAnd heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.\\nIbid. Stanza 3\\nBlessings be with them, and eternal praise,\\nWho gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares.\\nThe Poets, who on earth have made us heirs\\nOf truth and pure delight by heavenly lays\\nIbid. Stanza 4\\nTo be a Prodigal s Favorite, then, worse truth.\\nA Miser s Pensioner, behold our lot\\nThe Small Celandine. From Poems referring to Old Age", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0311.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "292 WORDSWORTH.\\nOften have I sighed to measure\\nBy myself a lonely pleasure,\\nSighed to think I read a hook,\\nOnly read, perhaps, by me.\\nTo the Small Celandine. From Poems of the Fancy\\nThe light that never was, on sea or land,\\nThe consecration, and the Poet s dream.\\nElegiac Stanzas suggested by a Picture of Peele Castk\\nin a Storm. Stanza 4.\\nBut hushed be every thought that springs\\nFrom out the bitterness of things.\\nEpitaphs and Elegiac Pieces, xiii.\\nOur birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.\\nIntimations of Immortality. Stanza 5.\\nBut trailing clouds of glory, do we come\\nFrom God, who is our home\\nHeaven lies about us in our infancy ibid.\\nTo me the meanest flower that blows can give\\nThoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.\\nStanza 11.\\nTHE EXCURSION.\\nThe. vision and the faculty divine. Book i.\\nThe imperfect offices of prayer and praise. Ibid.\\nThe good die first,\\nAnd they whose hearts are dry as summer dust\\nBurn to the socket. ibid.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0312.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "WORDSWORTH. 293\\nThis dull product of a scoffer s pen. Book ii\\nWith battlements, that on their restless fronts\\nBore stars. ibid\\nWrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.\\nBook Hi\\nMonastic brotherhood, upon rock aerial. ibid\\nThe intellectual power through words and things\\nWent sounding on, a dim and perilous way\\nIbid\\nSociety became my glittering bride,\\nAnd airy hopes my children. ibid\\nThere is a luxury in self-dispraise\\nAnd inward self-disparagement affords\\nTo meditative spleen a grateful feast. Book iv.\\nI have seen\\nA curious child, who dwelt upon a tract\\nOf inland ground, applying to his ear\\nThe convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell\\nTo which, in silence hushed, his very soul\\nListened intensely and his countenance soon\\nBrightened with joy for from within were heard\\nMurmuring?, whereby the monitor expressed\\nMysterious union with its native sea. ibid.\\nThree sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,\\nThrough words and things, a dim and perilous way.\\nThe Borderers. Act iv", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0313.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "294 WORDSWORTH.\\nOne in whom persuasion and belief\\nHad ripened into faith, and faith become\\nA passionate intuition. j^\\nSpires whose silent finger points to heaven.\\nBoole vi.\\nWisdom married to immortal verse.f Ibid.\\nA man he seems of cheerful yesterdays\\nAnd confident to-morrows. Book vii.\\nThe primal duties shine aloft, like stars\\nThe charities, that soothe, and heal, and bless,\\nAre scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.\\nBook ix.\\nBy happy chance we saw\\nA twofold image on a grassy bank\\nA snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood\\nAnother and the same.j Ibid.\\nfor a single hour of that Dundee\\nWho on that day the word of onset gave.\\nSonnet. In the Pass of Kill Icn inly\\nAn instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches\\n.n flat countries with spire-steeples, which, as they cannot be\\nreferred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the\\nsky and stars. Coleridge. The Friend, No. 14.\\nf Lap me in soft Lydian airs,\\nMarried to immortal verse.\\nMilton. VAUegro\\nMounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame\\nAnd soars and shines another and the same.\\nDaewls. Thic Botanic Garden", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0314.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "WORDSWORTH. 295\\nAs thou these ashes, little Brook wilt bear\\nInto the Avon, Avon to the tide\\nOf Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,\\nInto main ocean they, this deed accursed\\nAn emblem yields to friends and enemies,\\nHow the bold Teacher s doctrine, sanctified\\nBy truth, shall spread, throughout the world dis-\\npersed.* To Wkkliffe.\\nAnother morn\\nRisen on mid-noon.f\\nThe Prelude. Book vi.\\nIn obedience to the order of the Council of Constance,\\n(1415.) the remains of Wickliffe were exhumed and burnt to\\nashes, and these cast into the Swift, a neighboring brook run-\\nning hard by, and thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes\\ninto Avon; Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas,\\nthej- into the main ocean. And thus the ashes of Wickliife\\nare the emblem of his doctrine, which now is dispersed all\\nthe world over. Fuller. Clmrch History. Sec ii. B. 4,\\nPar. 53.\\nFox says: What Heraclitus would not laugh, or what\\nDemocritus would not weep For though they digged\\nup his body, burnt his bones, and drowned his ashes, yet the\\nword of God and truth of his doctrine, with the fruit and\\nsuccess thereof, they could not burn. Book of Afartyrs.\\nSome prophet of that day said,\\nThe Avon to the Severn runs,\\nThe Severn to the sea\\nAnd Wickliffe s dust shall spread abroad,\\nWide as the waters be.\\nFrom Address before the Sons of Nero Hampshire, 1 by Daniel\\nWebster, 1849.\\nThese lines are similarly quoted by the Rev. John Cum-\\nming in the Voices of the Dead.\\nt Verbatim from Paradise Lost, Book v. Line 310.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0315.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,\\nBut to be young was very Heaven\\nFrance. The Prelude.\\nAnd listens like a three year s child.\\nLines added to the Ancient Mariner\\nROBERT SOUTHEY. 1774-1843.\\nHow beautiful is night\\nA dewy freshness fills the silent air\\nNo mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,\\nBreaks the serene of heaven\\nIn full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine\\nRolls through the dark-blue depths.\\nBeneath her steady ray\\nThe desert-circle spreads,\\nLike the round ocean, girdled with the sky.\\nHow beatttiful is night Thalaba.\\nThey sin who tell us love can die.\\nWith life all other passions fly,\\nAll others are but vanity.\\nThe Curse of Kehama. Canto x.\\nThou hast been called, sleep the friend of woe\\nBut t is the happy that have called thee so.\\nIbid. Canto XT\\nThe Satanic school.\\nFrom the Original Preface to the Vision of Judgment.\\nWordsworth in his notes to We are Seven, claims to have\\nWritten this line with sorne others in the Ancient Mariner.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0316.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "LAMB. 297\\nBut what good came of it at last\\nQuoth little Feterkin.\\nWhy that I cannot tell, said he\\nBut t was a famous victory.\\nThe Battle of Blenheim\\nWhere Washington hath left\\nHis awful memory\\nA light for after-times\\nOde luritten during the war with America, 1814.\\nMy days among the Dead are passed\\nAround me I behold,\\nWhere er these casual eyes are cast,\\nThe mighty minds of old\\nMy never-failing friends are they,\\nWith whom I converse day by day.\\nOccasional Pieces xviii.\\nCHARLES LAMB. 1775-1834.\\nI have had playmates, I have had companions,\\nIn my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days,\\nAll. all are gone, the old familiar faces.\\nOld Familiar Faces.\\nBook? which are no books.\\nDetached Thoughts on Bootes.\\nWho first invented work and bound the free,\\nAnd holiday-rejoicing spirit down. Work.\\nTo that dry drudgery at the desk s dead wood.\\nIbid.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0317.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "298 COLERIDGE.\\nSAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 1772-1834.\\nTHE ANCIENT MARINER.\\nWe were the first that ever burst\\nInto that silent sea. Part ii\\nAs idle as a painted ship\\nUpon a painted ocean. ibid.\\nWater, water, everywhere,\\nNor any drop to drink. Ibid.\\nAlone, alone, all, all alone,\\nAlone on a wide, wide sea. Part iv.\\nA noise like of a hidden brook\\nIn the leafy month of June. Part v.\\nHe prayeth well, who loveth well\\nBoth man and bird and beast. Part vii.\\nHe prayeth best, who loveth best\\nAll things, both great and small. Ibid.\\nA sadder and a wiser man,\\nHe rose the morrow morn. Ibid", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0318.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "COLERIDGE. 299\\nCHPaSTABEL.\\nAnd the Spring comes slowly up this way.\\nParti.\\nAlas they had been friends in youth\\nBut whispering tongues can poison truth\\nAnd constancy lives in realms above\\nAnd life is thorny and youth is vain\\nAnd to be wrotli with one we love,\\nDoth work like madness in the brain.\\nPart ii.\\nForth from his dark and lonely hiding-place,\\n(Portentous sight the owlet Atheism,\\nSailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,\\nDrops his blue fringed lids, and holds them close,\\nAnd hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven,\\nCries out, Where is it Fears in Solitude.\\nAnd the Devil did grin, for his darling sin,\\nIs pride that apes humility. The Devil s Thoughts.\\nAll thoughts, all passions, all delights,\\nWhatever stirs this mortal frame,\\nAll are but ministers of Love,\\nAnd feed his sacred flame. Love.\\nStrongly it bears us along in swelling and limit-\\nless billows,\\nNothing before and nothing behind but the sky\\nand the ocean.\\nThe Homeric Hexameter. Translated from Schiller,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0319.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "300 COLERIDGE.\\nIn the hexameter rises the fountain s silvery\\ncolumn\\nIn the pentameter aye falling in melody back.\\nThe Ovidian Elegiac Metre.\\nBlest hour it was a luxury to be\\nReflections on having left a Place of Retirement\\nHast thou a charm to stay the morning star\\nIn his Steep course Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.\\nEisest from forth thy silent sea of pines. ibid.\\nMotionless torrents silent cataracts Ibid.\\nEarth, with her thousand voices, praises God.\\nIbid.\\nA mother is a mother still,\\nThe holiest thing alive. The Three Graves.\\nNever, believe me,\\nAppear the Immortals,\\nNever alone. The Visit of the Gods*\\nThe Knight s bones are dust,\\nAnd his good sword rust\\nHis soul is with the saints, I trust.\\nThe Knight s Tomb.\\nTo know, to esteem, to love and then to part,\\nMakes up life s tale to many a feeling heart\\nOn leaking Leave of 18] 7.\\nImitated from Schillee.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0320.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "COLERIDGE. 301\\nEre sin could blight or sorrow fade,\\nDeath came with friendly care\\nThe opening bud to Heaven conveyed,\\nAnd bade it blossom there.\\nEpitaph on an Infant,\\nJoy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud.\\nWe in ourselves rejoice\\nAnd thence flows all that charms, or ear or sight,\\nAll melodies the echoes of that voice,\\nAll colors a suffusion from that light.\\nDejection. An Ode. Stanza 5.\\nGreatness and goodness are not means, but ends\\nHath he not always treasures, always friends,\\nThe good great man three treasures, love and\\nlight,\\nAnd calm thoughts, regular as infants breath\\nAnd three firm friends, more sure than day and\\nnight,\\nHimself, his Maker, and the angel Death. Reproof.\\nJoy rises in me, like a summer s morn.\\nA Christmas Carol, viii.\\nThe river Rhine, it is well known,\\nDoth wash your city of Cologne\\nBut tell me, nymphs what power divine\\nShall henceforth wash the river Rhine Cologne\\nThe intelligible forms of ancient poets,\\nThe fair humanities of old religion,\\nThe power, the beauty, and the majesty,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0321.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "302 COLERIDGE.\\nThat had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain,\\nOr forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,\\nOr chasms and watery depths all these have\\nvanished\\nThey live no longer in the faith of reason.\\nWaUenstein. Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4.\\nClothing the palpable and familiar\\nWith golden exhalations of the dawn.\\nThe Death of WaUenstein. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nOften do the spirits\\nOf great events stride on before the events,\\nAnd in to-day already walks to-morrow.\\nIbid. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nI have heard of reasons manifold\\nWhy love must needs be blind,\\nBut this the best of all I hold\\nHis eyes are in his mind.\\nTo a Lady. Offended by a Sportive Observation.\\nWhat outward form and feature are\\nHe guesseth but in part\\nBut what within is good and fail-\\nHe seeth with the heart. ibid.\\nMy eyes make pictures, when they are shut.\\nA Day-Dream.\\nBe that blind bard, who on the Chian strand,\\nBy those deep sounds possessed with inward light,\\nBeheld the Eiad and the Odyssee,\\nRise to the swelling of the voiceful sea\\nFancy in Nubibits.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0322.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "MONTGOMERY. 303\\nJAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854.\\nWhen the good man yields his breath\\n(For the good man never dies).*\\nThe Wanderer of Switzerland. Pan. v\\nFriend after friend departs,\\nWho hath not lost a friend\\nThere is no union here of hearts,\\nThat finds not here an end. Friends.\\nOnce, in the flight of ages past,\\nThere lived a man. The Common Lot.\\nT is not the whole of life to live\\nNor all of death to die.\\nThe Issues of Life and Death.\\nIf God hath made this world so fair,\\nWhere sin and death abound,\\nHow beautiful beyond compare\\nWill paradise be found.\\nThe Earth fall of God s Goodness\\nHere in the body pent\\nAbsent from Him I roam.\\nYet nightly pitch my moving tent\\nA day s march nearer home.\\nAt home in Heaven\\nQvTjdnuv fiij ?J}E rove aya-doic. Callim. Ep. x.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0323.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2304 CAMPBELL.\\nTHOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844.\\nPLEASURES OF HOPE.\\nT is distance lends enchantment to the view,\\nAnd robes the mountain in its azure hue.\\nPari i. Line 7.\\nHeaven he cried, my bleeding country save.\\nIbid. \u00c2\u00a3im8G\u00c2\u00a7.\\nHope, for a season, bade the world farewell,\\nAnd Freedom shriek d as Kosciusko fell\\nIbid. Line 381.\\nOn Prague s proud arch the fires of ruin glow,\\nHis blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.\\nIbid. Line 385.\\nAnd rival all but Shakspeare s name below.\\nIbid. Line 472.\\nWho hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,\\nThe power of grace, the magic of a name\\nPart ii. Line 5.\\nWithout the smile from partial beauty won,\\nO what were man a world without a sun.\\nIbid. Line 21.\\nThe world was sad, the garden was a wild\\nAnd Man, the hermit, sighed till Woman smil d.\\nIbid. Lint 37.\\nWhile Memory watches o er the sad review\\nOf joys that faded like the morning dew.\\nIbid. Line 45.\\nAnd muse on Nature with a poet s eye.\\nBud. Limm.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0324.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "CAMPBELL. 305\\nThere shall he love, when genial morn appears,\\nLike pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.\\nPart ii. Line 95.\\nThat gems the starry girdle of the year.\\nIbid. Line 19-1.\\nMelt, and dispel, ye spectre-douhts, that roll\\nCimmerian darkness o er the parting soul\\nIbid. Line 263.\\nO star-eyed Science hast thou wandered there,\\nTo waft us home the message of despair\\nIbid. Line 325.\\nCease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,\\nBut leave oh leave the light of Hope behind\\nWhat though my winged hours of bliss have been,\\n.Like angel-visits, few and far between.*\\nIbid. Line 375.\\nIn life s morning march, when my bosom was\\nyoung. The Soldier s Dream.\\nBut sorrow returned with the dawning of mom,\\nAnd the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.\\nIbid.\\nThe combat deepens. On, ye brave,\\nWho rush to glory, or the grave Hohenlinden.\\nTo live in hearts we leave behind,\\nIs not to die. Hallowed Ground.\\nCf. Morris, page 176, and Blair, page 216.\\n20", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0325.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "306 CAMPBELL.\\nThe hunter and the deer a shade.*\\n0 Conner s Child. Stanza iv.\\nAnother s sword has laid him low,\\nAnother s and another s\\nAnd every hand that dealt the blow,\\nAh me it was a brother s\\nIbid. Stanza 10.\\nI.\\nYe mariners of England\\nThat guard our native seas\\nWhose flag has braved, a thousand year?\\nThe battle and the breeze.\\nYe Mariners of England.\\nIII.\\nBritannia needs no bulwarks,\\nNo towers along the steep\\nHer march is o er the mountain-waves,\\nHer home is on the deep. Ibid.\\niv.\\nThe meteor flag of England,\\nShall yet terrific burn\\nTill danger s troubled night depart,\\nAnd the star of peace return. Ibid\\nTriumphal arch, that fill st the sky,\\nWhen storms prepare to pqrt\\nI ask not proud Philosophy\\nTo teach me what thou art. To the Rainboiv.\\nVerbatim from Frkxeau s Indian Burying- Grounl.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0326.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "SPENCER. 307\\nT is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,\\nAnd coming events cast their shadows before.*\\nLochiel s Warning.\\nWith his back to the field, and his feet to the foe.\\nIbid.\\nA stoic of the woods, a man without a tear.\\nGertrude. Part i. Stanza 23.\\nlove in such a wilderness as this.\\nIbid. Part iii. Stanza 1.\\nThe torrent s smoothness, ere it dash below.\\nIbid. Part iii. Stanza 5.\\nThere came to the beach a poor exile of Erin\\nThe dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill\\nFor his country he sighed, when at twilight re-\\npairing,\\nTo wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.\\nThe Exile of Erin.\\nHON. WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER. 1772-1834.\\nToo late I stayed, forgive the crime,\\nUnheeded flew the hours\\nHow noiseless falls the foot of time,f\\nThat only treads on flowers.\\nLines to Lady A. Hamilton.\\nPoets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspira-\\ntion; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity\\ncasts upon the present. Shelley. A Defence of Poetry.\\nt Noiseless foot of time.\\nAlVs Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0327.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "SCOTT.\\nWALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832.\\nTHE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTEEL.\\nIf thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,\\nGo visit it by the pale moonlight. Canto ii. Stanza 1.\\nI was not always a man of woe. Canto ii. Stanza 12.\\nI cannot tell how the truth may be\\n1 say the tale as t was said to me.\\nCanto ii. Stanza 22.\\nIn peace, Love tunes the shepherd s reed\\nIn war, he mounts the warrior s steed\\nIn halls, in gay attire is seen\\nIn hamlets, dances on the green.\\nLove rules the court, the camp, the grove,\\nAnd men below, and saints above\\nFor love is heaven, and heaven is love.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 1.\\nHer blue eyes sought the west afar,\\nFor lovers love the western star.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 24.\\nAlong thy wild and willowed shore.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 1\\nNe er\\nWas flattery lost on Poet s ear\\nA simple race they waste their toil\\nFor the vain tribute of a smile. Canto iv. Stanza 35.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0328.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "SCOTT. 309\\nCall it not vain they do not err,\\nWho say, that, when the Poet dies,\\nMute Nature mourns her worshipper,\\nAnd celebrates his obsequies. Cantor. Stanza 1\\nTrue love s the gift which God has given\\nTo man alone beneath the heaven\\nIt is not fantasy s hot fire,\\nWhose wishes, soon as granted, fly\\nIt liveth not in fierce desire,\\nWith dead desire it doth not die\\nIt is the secret sympathy,\\nThe silver link, the silken tie,\\nWhich heart to heart, and mind to mind,\\nIn body and in soul can bind. Canto v. Stanza 13,\\nBreathes there the man, with soul so dead,\\nWho never to himself hath said,\\nThis is my own, my native land\\nWhose heart hath ne er within him burned,\\nAs home his footsteps he hath turned\\nFrom wandering on a foreign strand\\nCanto vi. Stanza 1.\\nDespite those titles, power and pelf,\\nThe wretch, concentred all in self,\\nLiving, shall forfeit fair renown,\\nAnd, doubly dying, shall go down\\nTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,\\nUnwept, unhonored and unsung.* Ibid. Stanza 1\\nCf. Pope. Odyssey. Book v. 402.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0329.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "330 SCOTT.\\nCaledonia stern and wild,\\nMeet nurse for a poetic child\\nLand of brown heath and shaggy wood\\nLand of the mountain and the flood.\\nCanto vi. Stanza 2.\\nMAKIDON.\\nProfaned the God-given strength, and marred the\\nlofty line. Introduction to Canto i.\\nWhen, musing on companions gone,\\nWe doubly feel ourselves alone.\\nIntroduction to Canto ii.\\nT is an old tale and often told\\nBut did my fate and wish agree,\\nNe er had been read, in story old,\\nOf maiden true betrayed for gold,\\nThat loved, or was avenged, like me.\\nCanto ii. Stanza 27\\nIn the lost battle,\\nBorne down by the flying,\\nWhere mingles war s rattle\\nWith groans of the dying. Canto hi. Stanza 10.\\nLightly from fair to fair he flew,\\nAnd loved to plead, lament, and sue\\nSuit lightly won, and short-lived pain,\\nFor monarchs seldom sigh in vain.\\nCanto v Stanza 9.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0330.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "SCOTT. 311\\nWith a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.\\nCanto v. Stanza 12.\\nAnd dar st thou then\\nTo beard the lion in his den,\\nThe Douglass in his hall Canto vi. Stanza 14.\\nBut woe awaits a country when\\nShe sees the tears of bearded men.\\nCanto v. Stanza 16\\nO, what a tangled web we weave,\\nWhen first we practise to deceive.\\nCanto vi. Stanza 17.\\nOh, woman in our hours of ease,\\nUncertain, coy, and hard to please,\\nAnd variable as the shade\\nBy the light quivering aspen made\\nWhen pain and anguish wring the brow,\\nA ministering angel thou Canto vi. Stanza 30.\\nCharge, Chester, charge on, Stanley, on\\nWere the last words of Marmion.\\nCanto vi. Stanza 32.\\nfor a blast of that dread horn\\nOn Fontarabian echoes borne. Canto vi. Stanza 33.\\nTo all, to each, a fair good night,\\nAnd pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.\\nCanto vi. Last Lines.\\nfor the voice of that wild horn.\\nRob Roy. Vol. i. ch. 2", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0331.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "312\\nTHE LADY OF THE LAKE.\\nIn listening mood she seemed to stand,\\nThe guardian Naiad of the strand.\\nCanto i. Stanza 17\\nAnd ne er did Grecian chisel trace\\nA Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace,\\nOf finer form, or lovelier face. Canto i. Stanza 18.\\nA foot more light, a step more true,\\nNe er from the heath-flower dashed the dew. Ibid.\\nOn his bold visage middle age\\nHad slightly pressed its signet sage.\\nCanto i. Stanza 21.\\nSleep the sleep that knows not breaking,\\nMorn of toil, nor night of waking.\\nCanto i. Stanza 31.\\nHail to the Chief who in triumph advances.\\nCanto ii. Stanza 19.\\nSome feelings are to mortals given\\nWith less of earth in them than heaven.\\nCanto ii. Stanza 22\\nLike the dew on the mountain,\\nLike the foam on the river,\\nLike the bubble on the fountain,\\nThou art gone and for ever. Canto iii. Stanza 16\\nLove is loveliest when embalmed in tears.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0332.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "SCOTT. 313\\nThe rose is fairest when t is budding new,\\nAnd hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 1.\\nArt thou a friend to Roderick Canto iv. Stanza 30.\\nCome one, come all this rock shall fly\\nFrom its firm base as soon as I. Canto v. Stanza 10.\\nAnd the stern joy which warriors feel\\nIn foemen worthy of their steel. Ibid.\\nWho o er the herd avouIcI wish to reign\\nFantastic, fickle, fierce and vain\\nVain as the leaf upon the stream,\\nAnd fickle as a changeful dream\\nFantastic as a woman s mood,\\nAnd fierce as Frenzy s fevered blood.\\nThou many-headed monster-thing,\\nwho Avould wish to be thy king\\nCanto v. Stanza 30.\\nWhere, where was Roderick then\\nOne blast upon his bugle horn\\nWere worth a thousand men. Canto vi. Stanza 18.\\nCome as the winds come, when\\nForests are rended\\nCome as the waves come, when\\nNavies are Stranded. Pibroch of Donald Dhue", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0333.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "314 SCOTT.\\nTHE LORD OF THE ISLES.\\nO many a shaft, at random sent,\\nFinds mark, the archer little meant\\nAnd many a word, at random spoken,\\nMay soothe, or wound, a heart that s broken\\nCanto v. Stanza 18.\\nWhere lives the man that has not tried\\nHow mirth can into folly glide,\\nAnd folly into sin.\\nThe Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21.\\nSea of up-turned faces. Rob Roy. Chapter 20.\\nThere s a gude time coming. ibid. Chapter 32.\\nMy foot is on my native heath, and my name is\\nMacGregor. Bid. Chapter 34.\\nSound, sound the clarion, fill the fife\\nTo all the sensual world proclaim,\\nOne crowded hour of glorious life,\\nIs worth an age without a name.\\nOld Mortality. Vol. ii. Chapter xxi\\nWithin that awful volume lies\\nThe mystery of mysteries\\nThe Monastery. Vol. i. Chapter xii.\\nAnd better had they ne er been born,\\nWho read to doubt, or read to scorn. Ibid.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0334.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "315\\nTHOMAS MOORE. 1780-1852.\\nLALLA ROOKH.\\nThis narrow isthmus twixt two boundless seas,\\nThe past, the future, two eternities\\nThe Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.\\nThere s a bower of roses by Beiidemeer s stream.\\nIbid.\\nLite the stained web that whitens in the sun,\\nGrow pure by being purely shone upon. ibid.\\nOne morn a Peri at the gate\\nOf Eden stood disconsolate. Paradise and the Peri.\\nBut the trail of the serpent is over them all.\\nIbid.\\n0, ever thus, from childhood s hour,\\nI ve seen my fondest hopes decay\\nI never loved a tree or flower,\\nBut t was the first to fade away.\\nThe Fire- Worshippers.\\nI never nursed a dear gazelle,\\nTo glad me with its soft black eye,\\nBut when it came to know me well,\\nAnd love me, it was sure to die. Ibid.\\nBeholding heaven and feeling hell. Ibid.\\nThe sunshine, broken in the rill\\nThough turned astray, is sunshine still. Ibid", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0335.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "316 MOORE.\\nFarewell, farewell to thee Araby s daughter.\\nThe Fire- Worshippers.\\nAlas how light a cause may move\\nDissension between hearts that love\\nHearts that the world in vain had tried,\\nAnd sorrow but more closely tied\\nThat stood the storm, when waves were rough,\\nYet in a sunny hour fall off,\\nLike ships that have gone down at sea,\\nWhen heaven was all tranquillity.\\nThe Light of the Raram.-\\nLove on through all ills, and love on till they\\ndie. Ibid.\\nAnd, oh if there be an Elysium on earth,\\nIt is this, it is this. Ibid.\\nIRISH MELODIES.\\nThe harp that once through Tara s- halls\\nThe soul of music shed,\\nNow hangs as mute on Tara s walls,\\nAs if that soid were fled. The Harp that Once.\\nFly not yet, t is just the hour\\nWhen pleasure like the midnight flower,\\nThat scorns the eye of vulgar light,\\nBegins to bloom for sons of night,\\nAnd maids who love the moon. Fly not YeL", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0336.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "MOORE. 317\\nGo where glory waits thee. Go where Glory.\\nAnd the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers,\\nIs always the first to be touched by the thorns.\\nthink not my Spirits.\\nNo eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us,\\nAll earth forgot, and all heaven around us.\\nCome o er tne S a.\\nRich and rare were the gems she wore.\\nRich and Rare.\\nThere s not in the wide world a valley so sweet,\\nAs that vale in whose bosom the bright waters\\nmeet. The Meeting of the Waters.\\nShall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my\\nside\\nIn the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree\\nCome send round the Wine.\\nNo, the heart thai has truly loved never forgets,\\nBut as truly loves on to the close\\nAs the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,\\nThe same look which she turned when he rose.\\nBelieve me, if all those endearing.\\nThe moon looks\\nOn many brooks,\\nThe brook can see no moon but this.*\\nWhile gazing on the Moon s Light.\\nThis image was suggested by the following thought,\\nwhich occurs somewhere in Sir William Jones s Works:\\nThe moon looks upon many night-flowers, the night-flower\\nsees but one moon.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0337.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "318 MO ORE.\\nThere *s nothing half so sweet in life\\nAs love s young dream. Love s Young Dream.\\nTo live with them is far less sweet\\nThan to remember thee.* I saw thy Form\\nT is the last rose of summer,\\nLeft blooming alone. Last Rose of Summer.\\nWhen true hearts lie withered\\nAnd fond ones are flown,\\nOh who would inhabit\\nThis bleak world alone Ibid.\\nYou may break, you may shatter the vase, if you\\nwill,\\nBut the scent of the roses will hang round it still.\\nFarewell But whenever you welcome the Hour.\\nThus, when the lamp that lighted\\nThe traveller at first goes out,\\nHe feels awhile benighted,\\nAnd looks around in fear and doubt.\\nBut soon, the prospect clearing,\\nBy cloudless starlight on he treads,\\nAnd thinks no lamp so cheering\\nAs that light which Heaven sheds.\\n1 d Mourn the Hopes.\\nIn imitation of Shenstone, Heu! quanta minus est cum\\nreliquis versari quam tui meminisse.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0338.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "MOORE. 319\\nAnd when once the young heart of a maiden is\\nstolen.\\nThe maiden herself will steal after it soon.\\nIll Omens.\\nThe light that lies\\nIn woman s eyes. The Time 1 ve Los!, $i\\nMy only hooks\\nTVere woman s looks\\nAnd folly s all they Ve taught me. Ibid.\\nI know not, I ask not. if guilt s in that heart,\\nI hut know that I love thee, whatever thou art.\\nCome, rest in this Bosom.\\nWert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious,\\nand free,\\nFirst flower of the earth, and first gem of the\\nsea. Remember Thee.\\nNATIONAL AIRS.\\nThose evening bells those evening hells\\nHow many a tale their music tells.\\nThose Evening Bells.\\nAll that s bright must fade,\\nThe brightest still the fleetest\\nAll that s sweet was made\\nBut to be lost when sweetest.\\nAH that s Bright must Fade\\nAs half in shade and half in sun\\nThis world along its path advances,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0339.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "320 MOORE.\\nMay that side the sun s upon\\nBe all that e er shall meet thy glances.\\nPeace be Around Thee.\\nTo sigh, yet feel no pain,\\nTo weep, yet scarce know why\\nTo sport an hour with Beauty s chain,\\nThen throw it idly by. The Blue Stocking.\\nOft in the stilly night\\nE er slumber s chain has bound me,\\nFond Memory brings the light\\nOf other days around me.\\nOft in the Stilly Night.\\nThe eyes that shone\\nNow dimmed and gone. Ibid.\\nI feel like one\\nWho treads alone\\nSome banquet-hall deserted,\\nWhose lights are fled,\\nWhose garlands dead,\\nAnd all but he departed. Ibid.\\nI knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled\\nAbove the green elms that a cottage was near,\\nAnd I said if there s peace to be found in the\\nworld,\\nA heart that was humble might hope for it\\nhere. Ballad Stanzas.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0340.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "MOORE. 321\\nI give thee all I can no more\\nTho poor the offering be\\nMy heart and lute are all the store\\nThat I can bring to thee.* J/y Heart and Lute.\\nThis world is all a fleeting show,\\nFor man s illusion given\\nThe smiles of Joy, the tears of Woe,\\nDeceitful shine, deceitful flow\\nThere s nothing true but Heaven.\\nThe World is all a Fleeting Show.\\nEarth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.\\nCome, ye Disconsolate.\\nA Persian s Heaven is easily made,\\nT is but black eyes and lemonade.\\nIntercepted Letters. Letter vi.\\nWho ran\\nThi-ough each mood of the lyre, and was master\\nof all. On the Death of Sheridan.\\nWhose wit, in the combat, as gentle as bright,\\nNe er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.\\nIbid.\\nWeep on, and as thy sorrows flow,\\nI 11 taste the luxury of woe. Anacreontic.\\nThe minds of some of our statesmen, like the\\npupil of the human eye, contract themselves the\\nmore, the stronger light there is shed upon them.\\nPreface to Corrujition and Intolerance.\\nFrom Kemble s Lodoiska, Act iii. Sc. 1.\\n21", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0341.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "322\\nREGINALD HEBER. 1783-1826.\\nNo hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung\\nLike some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung.\\nMajestic silence Palestine\\nBrightest and best of the sons of the morning\\nDawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.\\nChristmas Hymn\\nBy cool Siloam s shady rill\\nHow sweet the lily grows.\\nFirst Sunday after Epiphany. ~So. H.\\nWhen spring unlocks the flowers to paint the\\nlaughing soil. Seventh Sunday after Trinity.\\nDeath rides on every passing breeze,\\nHe lurks in every flower. At a Funeral.\\nThou art gone to the grave but we will not de-\\nplore thee,\\nThough sorrows and darkness encompass the\\ntomb. Ibid. No. ii.\\nThus heavenly hope is all serene,\\nBut earthly hope, how bright soe er,\\nAltered in later editions to\\nNo -workman steel, no ponderous axes rung,\\nLike some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung.\\nSilently as a dream the fabric rose,\\nNo sound of hammer or of saw was there.\\nCowper. The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0342.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "SEWALL. STORY.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 WOODWORTH. 823\\nStill fluctuates o er this changing scene\\nAs false and fleeting as t is fair.\\nOn Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope.\\nFrom Greenland s icy mountains,\\nFrom India s coral strand,\\nWhere Afric s sunny fountains\\nRoll down their golden sand. Missionary Hymn.\\nJONATHAN M. SEWALL. 1748-1808.\\nNo pent up Utica contracts your powers,\\nBut the whole boundless continent is yours.\\nEpilogue to Cato.*\\nJOSEPH STORY. 1779-1845.\\nHere shall the Press the People s right maintain,\\nUnawed by influence and unbribed by gain\\nHere patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw,\\nPledged to Religion, Liberty, and Law.\\nMotto of the Salem Register, f\\nSAMUEL WOODWORTH. 1785-1842.\\nThe old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,\\nThe moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.\\nWritten for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth, N. H.\\nLife of Story. Vol. i. p. 127.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0343.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "324\\nLOED BYRON. 1788-1824.\\nchilde harold s pilgrimage.\\nMaidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,\\nAnd Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might\\ndespair. Canto i. Stanza 9.\\nMy native land good night Canto i. Stanza 13.\\nOh, Christ it is a goodly sight to see\\nWhat Heaven hath done for this delicious land.\\nCunlo i. Stanza 15.\\nIn hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.\\nCanto i. Stanza 20.\\nBy Heaven it is a splendid sight to see\\nFor one who hath no friend, no brother there.\\nCanto i. Stanza 40.\\nWar, war is still the cry, war even to the knife\\nCanto i. Stanza 86.\\nA school-boy s tale, the wonder of an hour\\nCanto ii. Stanza 2.\\nDim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade\\nof power. Canto ii. Stanza 2.\\nThe dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.f\\nCanto ii. Stanza 6.\\nWar even to the knife, was the reply of Palafox, the\\ngovernor of Saragoza, when summoned to surrender by the\\nFrench when they beseiged that city in 1808.\\nt And keeps the palace of the soul. Waller. On Tea", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0344.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "BYRON. 325\\nAll happy years once more who would not be\\na boy Canto ii. Stanza 23.\\nFair Greece sad relic of departed worth\\nImmortal, though no more though fallen, great\\nCanto ii. Stanza 78.\\nHereditary bondsmen know ye not,\\nWho would be free, themselves must strike the\\nblow Canto ii. Stanza 76.\\nWhere er we tread, t is haunted, holy ground.\\nCanto ii. Stanza 88.\\nAge shakes Athena s towers, but spares gray\\nMarathon. ibid.\\nAda sole daughter of my house and heart.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 1.\\nYears steal\\nFire from the mind as vigor from the limb\\nAnd life s enchanted cup but sparkles near the\\nbrim. Canto iii. Stanza 8.\\nThere was a sound of revelry by night,\\nAnd Belgium s Capital had gathered then\\nHer Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright\\nThe lamps shone o er fair women and bi ave\\nmen\\nA thousand hearts beat happily and when\\nMusic arose with its voluptuous swell,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0345.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "326 BYRON.\\nSoft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,\\nAnd all went merry as a marriage-bell.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 21.\\nOn with the dance let joy be unconfined.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 22.\\nAnd there was mounting in hot haste.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 25.\\nOr whispering, with white lips The foe! They\\ncome They come ibid.\\nBattle s magnificently-stern array\\nCanto iii. Stanza 28.\\nThe castled crag of Drachenfels\\nFrowns o er the wide and winding Rhine.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 55.\\nHe had kept\\nThe whiteness of his soul, and thus men o er him\\nwept. Canto iii. Stanza 57.\\nThe sky is changed and such a change O night,\\nAnd storm, and darkness ye are wondrous strong,\\nYet lovely in your strength, as is the light\\nOf a dark eye hi woman Far along,\\nFrom peak to peak, the rattling crags among\\nLeaps the live thunder. Canto iii. Stanza 92.\\nSapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 107.\\nI have not loved the world, nor the world me.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 113.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0346.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "BYRON. 327\\nI stood ainong them, but not of them.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 113.\\nI stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs\\nA palace and a prison on each hand.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 1.\\nWhere Venice sate in state, throned on her hun-\\ndred isles. Ibid.\\nThe cold the changed perchance the dead\\nanew,\\nThe mourned, the loved, the lost too many!\\nyet how few Canto iv. Stanza 24.\\nFills the air around with beauty. ibid.\\nThe starry Galileo with his woes.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 54.\\nThe hell of waters where they howl and hiss.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 69.\\nThe Xiobe of nations there she stands.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 79.\\nMan!\\nThou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 109.\\nThe nympholepsy of some fond despair.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 115.\\nThere were his young barbarians all at play,\\nTltere was their Dacian mother he, their sire,\\nButchered to make a Roman holiday.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 141,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0347.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "828 BYRON.\\nWhile stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand\\nWhen falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall\\nAnd when Rome falls, the world.*\\nCanto iv. Stanza 145.\\nthat the desert were my dwelling-place,\\nWith one fair spirit for my minister,\\nThat I might all forget the human race,\\nAnd, hating no one, love but only her\\nCanto iv. Stanza 177.\\nThere is a pleasure in the pathless woods,\\nThere is a rapture on the lonely shore,\\nThere is society where none intrudes\\nBy the deep Sea, and music in its roar:\\n1 love not Man the less, but Nature more.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 178.\\nRoll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean roll\\nTen thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain\\nMan marks the earth with ruin his control\\nStops with the shore. Cardo iv. Stanza 179.\\nWithout a grave, unknelled, uncoffmed, and un-\\nknown. Hid,\\nTime writes no wrinkle on thy azure brow f\\nSuch as creation s dawn beheld, thou rollest now.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 182.\\nThe exclamation of the pilgrims in the eighth century.\\nas recorded by the Venerable Bede.\\nt And thou vast ocean, on whose awful face\\nTime s iron feet can print no ruin-trace.\\nBoBiarr Montgomery. The Omnij/resence of the Deity.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0348.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "BYRON. 329\\nAnd I have loved thee, Ocean and my joy\\nOf youthful sports was on thy breast to be\\nBorne, like thy bubbles onward.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 184,\\nAnd laid my hand upon thy mane as I do here.*\\nIbid\\nAnd what is writ, is writ.\\nWould it were worthier Canto iv. Stoma 185.\\nFarewell a word that must be, and hath been\\nA sound which makes us linger; yet fare-\\nwell. Canto iv. Stanza 186.\\nTHE GIAOUK.\\nHe who hath bent him o er the dead\\nEre the first day of death is fled,\\nThe first dark day of nothingness,-\\nThe last of danger and distress,\\nBefore Decay s effacing fingers\\nHave swept the lines where beauty lingers.\\nLine 68.\\nSuch is the aspect of this shore\\nT is Greece, but living Greece no more\\nSo coldly sweet, so deadly fair,\\nWe start, for soul is wanting there. Line 90,\\nShrine of the mighty can it be\\nThat this is all remains of thee Line 106.\\nCf. Pollok. Page 344.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0349.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "330 BYRON.\\nFor freedom s battle, once begun,\\nBequeathed by bleeding sire to son,\\nThough baffled oft, is ever won. Line 123.\\nAnd lovelier things have mercy shown\\nTo every failing but their own\\nAnd every woe a tear can claim,\\nExcept an erring sister s shame. Line 418.\\nBetter to sink beneath the shock\\nThan moulder piecemeal on the rock. Line 969.\\nThe cold in clime are cold in blood,\\nTheir love can scarce deserve the name. Line 1099.\\nI die but first I have possessed,\\nAnd come what may, I have been blest. Line 1114.\\nShe was a form of life and light,\\nThat, seen, became a part of sight,\\nAnd rose where er I turned mine eye,\\nThe morning star of memory.\\nYes, love indeed is light from heaven\\nA spark of that immortal fire,\\nWith angels shared, by Allah given,\\nTo lift from earth our low desire. Line 1127\\nI I is the hour Avhen from the boughs\\nThe nightingale s high note is heard\\nIt is the hour when lovers vows\\nSeem sweet in every whispered word.\\nParisina. Stanza 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0350.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "BYRON. 331\\nTHE BRIDE OF ABYDOS.\\nKnow ye the laud where the cypress and myrtle,\\nAre emblems of deeds that are done in their\\nclime\\nWhere the rage of the vulture, the love of the\\nturtle,\\nNow melt into sorrow, now madden to crime\\nWhere the virgins are soft as the roses they\\ntwine,\\nAnd all, save the spirit of man, is divine\\nCanto i. Stanza 1.\\nThe light of love, the purity of grace,\\nThe mind, the music breathing from her face,\\nThe heart whose softness harmonized the whole,\\nAnd oh that eye was in itself a soul.\\nCanto i. Stanza 6,\\nThe blind old man of Scio s rocky isle.\\nCanto ii. Stanza 2.\\nBe thou the rainbow to the storms of life\\nCanto ii. Stanza 20.\\nThe evening beam that smiles the clouds away,\\nAnd tints to-morrow with prophetic ray Ibid.\\nHe makes a solitude, and calls it peace.j Ibid.\\nKnow st thou the land where the lemon -trees bloom,\\nWhere the gold orange glows in the deep thicket s gloom,\\nWhere a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows,\\nAnd the groves are of laurel, and myrtle, and rose?\\nGoethe. Wilhelm Jleister.\\nt Solitudiuem faciunt, paeem appellant.\\nTacitus. Agricola, cap. 30.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0351.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "332 BYRON.\\nTHE CORSAIR.\\nO er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,\\nOur thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,\\nFar as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,\\nSurvey our empire, and behold our home.\\nCanto i. Stanza 1.\\nShe walks the waters like a thing of life,\\nAnd seems to dare the elements to strife.\\nCanto i. Stanza 3.\\nThe power of Thought, the magic of the Mind.\\nCanto i. Stanza 8.\\nThe many still must labor for the one Ibid.\\nThere was a laughing devil in his sneer.\\nCanto i. Stanza 9.\\nHope withering fled, and mercy sighed Fare-\\nwell ibid.\\nFarewell\\nFor in that word, that fatal word, howe er\\nWe promise hope believe, there breathes\\ndespair. Canto i. Stanza 15.\\nNo words suffice the secret soul to show,\\nFor truth denies all eloquence to avoc.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 22.\\nHe left a corsair s name to other times,\\nLinked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 24.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0352.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "BYRON. 333\\nBEPPO.\\nFor most men (till by losing rendered sager)\\nWill back their own opinions by a wager.\\nStanza 27.\\nSophrano, basso, even the contra-alto\\nWished him five fathom under the Eialto.\\nStanza 82.\\nHis heart was one of those which most enamor us,\\nWax to receive, and marble to retain.*\\nStanza 34.\\nHeart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,\\nSoft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.\\nStanza 45.\\n0, Mirth and Innocence 0, Milk and Water\\nTe happy mixtures of more happy days\\nStanza 80.\\nMAZEPPA.\\nAnd if we do but watch the hour,\\nThere never yet was human power\\nWhich could evade if unforgiven,\\nThe patient search and vigil long\\nOf him who treasures up a wrong.\\nFor her my heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases,\\nbut enduring as marble to retain \u00e2\u0096\u00a0whatever impression she\\nshall make upon it. Cekva tes. La Gilanilla.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0353.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "334 BYRON.\\nTHE DREAM.\\nAnd both were young, and one was beautiful.\\nStanza ii,\\nAnd to Ids eye\\nThere was but one beloved face on earth,\\nAnd that was shining on him. Ibid.\\nShe was his life,\\nThe ocean to the river of his thoughts,*\\nWhich terminated all. ibid.\\nA change came o er the spirit of my dream.\\nSlansa ill.\\nAnd they were canopied by the bine sky,\\nSo cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,\\nThat God alone was to be seen in Heaven.\\nStanza iv.\\nENGLISH BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEWERS.\\nTis pleasant, sure, to see one s name- in print\\nA book \\\\s a book, although there s nothing in t.\\nLine 51,\\nAs soon\\nSeek roses in December, ice in June\\nHope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff.\\nShe floats upon the river of bis thoughts. Longfellow.\\nTTie Spanish Student. Act ii. Sc. 3.\\nSi che chiaro\\nPer essa scen la della mente il flume. Dante.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0354.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "BYE OX. 335\\nBelieve a woman, or an epitaph,\\nOr any other thing that s false, before\\nYou trust in critics. LAne 75.\\nPerverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.\\nLine 326.\\nAmos Cottle Phoebus what a name\\nLint 399.\\nSo the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,\\nNo more through rolling clouds to soar again,\\nViewed his own feather on the fatal dart,\\nAnd winged the shaft that quivered in his heart.\\nLine 826.\\nWhen all of Genius which can perish dies.\\nMonody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 22.\\nFolly loves the martyrdom of Fame. Line 68.\\nWho track the steps of Glory to the grave.\\nLine 74.\\nSighing that Nature formed but one such man,\\nAnd broke the die in moulding Sheridan.*\\nLast Lines.\\nSublime tobacco which from east to west\\nCheers the tar s labor or the Turkman s rest.\\nThe Island. Canto ii. Stanza 19.\\nXatura il fece, e poi ruppe la starapa. Ariosto.\\nOrlando Furioso. Canto x. Stanza 80.\\nThe idea, that Nature lust the perfect mould has been a fa-\\nvorite one with all song writers and poets, and is found in the\\nliterature of all European nations.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0355.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "336 BYRON.\\nDivine in hookas, glorious in a pipe,\\nWhen tipped with amber, mellow, rich, and\\nripe;\\nLike other charmers, wooing the caress\\nMore dazzlingly when daring in full dress\\nYet thy true lovers more admire by far\\nThy naked beauties give me a cigar\\nThe Island. Canto ii. Stanza 19.\\nOh, God it is a fearful thing\\nTo see the human soul take wing\\nIn any shape, in any mood. Prisoner of Chillon viii.\\nI had a dream which was not all a dream.\\nDarkness.\\nLord of himself, that heritage of woe\\nLara. Canto i. Stanza 2,\\nShe walks in beauty, like the night\\nOf cloudless climes and starry skies\\nAnd all that s best of dark and bright\\nMeet in her aspect and her eyes\\nThus mellowed to that tender light\\nWhich Heaven to gaudy clay denies.\\nHebrew Melodies.\\nFare thee well and if for ever,\\nStill for ever, fare thee well.\\nFare Thee Well.\\nHands promiscuously applied,\\nRound the slight waist, or down the glowing\\nside. The Waltz.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0356.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "BYE ox. 337\\nThey never fail who die\\nIn a great cause. Marino Faliero. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nBom in a garret, in the kitchen bred. A Sketch.\\nIn virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,\\nSave thine incomparable oil Macassar\\nCanto i. Stanza 17.\\nBut, ye lords of ladies intellectual\\nInform us truly, have they not hen-pecked you\\nall Canto i. Stanza 22.\\nChristians have burned each other, quite per-\\nsuaded\\nThat all the Apostles would have done as they\\ndid. Canto i. Stanza 83.\\nWhispering I will ne er consent, consented.\\nCanto i. Stanza 117.\\nT is sweet to hear the watch-dog s honest bark\\nBay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near\\nhome\\nT is sweet to know there is an eye will mark\\nOur coming and look brighter when we come.\\nCanto i. Stanza 128.\\nAnd truant husband should return, and say,\\nMy dear, I was the first who came away.\\nCanto i. Stanza 141.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0357.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "338\\nMan s love is of man s life a thing apart,\\nT is woman s whole existence. Canto i. Stanza 194\\nWhat is the end of Fame t is but to fill\\nA certain portion of uncertain paper.\\nCanto i. Stanza 218.\\nAt leaving the most unpleasant people\\nAnd places, one keeps looking at the steeple.\\nCanto ii. Stanza 14.\\nA solitary shriek, the bubbling cry\\nOf some strong swimmer in his agony.\\nCanto ii. Stanza 53.\\nAll who joy would win\\nMust share it, Happiness was born a twin.\\nCanto ii. Stanza 172.\\nAlas the love of women it is known\\nTo be a lovely and a fearful thing.\\nCanto ii. Stanza 199.\\nIn her first passion, woman loves her lover\\nIn all the others, all she loves is love.*\\nCanto iii. Stanza 3.\\nHe was the mildest mannered man\\nThat ever scuttled ship, or cut a throat.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 41.\\nThe isles of Greece the isles of Greece\\nWhere burning Sappho loved and sung.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 86. V. 1.\\nDans les premieres passions les femmes aiment 1 amant,\\net dans les autres elles aiment 1 amour.\\nLa Rochefoucauld. Maxim 491", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0358.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "BYRON. 339\\nEternal summer gilds them yet,\\nBut all, except their sun, is set.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 86. v. 1.\\nThe mountains look on Marathon\\nAnd Marathon looks on the sea;\\nAnd musing there an hour alone,\\nI dreamed that Greece might still be free.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 86. v. 3.\\nYou have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,\\nWhere is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone\\nOf two such lessons, why forget\\nThe nobler and the manlier one\\nYou have the letters Cadmus gave\\nThink ye he meant them for a slave\\nCanto iii. Stanza 86. v. 10.\\nPlace me on Sunium s marbled steep,\\nWhere nothing, save the waves and I,\\nMay hear our mutual murmurs sweep\\nThere, swan-like, let me sing and die.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 86. v. 16.\\nThe precious porcelain of human clay.*\\nCanto iv. Stanza 2.\\nWhom the gods love die young, was said of\\nyore.f Canto iv. Stanza 12\\nCf. Drtden. Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.\\nt Quem Di diligunt\\nAdolescens moritur.\\nPlautus. Bacch. Act iv. Sc. 6. Line 18,\\nOv oi $eol i?ioiatv unodvljoKEi ve of. Menandek.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0359.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "340 BYRON.\\nThese two hated with a hate\\nFound only on the stage. Canto iv. Stanza 93\\nArcades ambo, id est blackguards both.\\nCanto iv. Ibid,\\ndarkly, deeply, beautifully blue,\\nAs some one somewhere sings about the sky.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 110,\\nThat all-softening, overpowering knell,\\nThe tocsin of the soul the dinner bell.\\nCanto v. Stanza 49.\\nThe women pardoned all except her face.\\nCanto v. Stanza 113.\\nHeroic, stoic Cato, the sententious,\\nWho lent his lady to his friend Hortensius.\\nCanto vi. Stanza 7.\\nOh for a forty parson power. Canto x. Stanza 34.\\nSociety is now one polished horde,\\nFormed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and\\nBored. Canto xiii. Stanza 95.\\nT h strange but true for truth is always\\nstrange,\\nStranger than fiction. Canto xiv. Stanza 101\\nThe Devil hath not, in all his quiver s choice,\\nAn arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.\\nCanto xv. Stanza 13,\\n1 awoke one morning and found myself famous.\\nMemoranda from his Life.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0360.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "HUNT. SHELLE T. 341\\nLEIGH HUNT. 1784-1859.\\nOil for a seat in some poetic nook,\\nJust hid with trees and sparkling with a brook.\\nPolitics and Poetics.\\nWith spots of sunny openings, and with nooks\\nTo lie and read in, sloping into brooks.\\nThe Story of Rimini,\\nPEECY BYSSHE SHELLEY. 1792-1822.\\nHow wonderful is death\\nDeath and his brother sleep Queen Mab.\\nLife, like a dome of many-colored glass,\\nStains the white radiance of eternity. Adonais.\\nMusic, when soft voices die\\nVibrates in the memory;\\nOdors, when sweet violets sicken,\\nLive within the sense they quicken. To\\nThe desire of the moth for the star,\\nOf the night for the morrow,\\nThe devotion to something afar\\nFrom the sphere of our sorrow\\nPoems written in 1821.\\nMost wretched men\\nAje cradled into poetry by wrong\\nThey learn in suffering what they teach in song.\\nJulian and Maddalo.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0361.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "342 DRAKE. BEMANS.\\nJOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. 1795-1820\\nWhen Freedom from her mountain height\\nUnfurled her standard to the air,\\nShe tore the azure robe of night,\\nAnd set the stars of glory there.\\nShe mingled with its gorgeous dyes\\nThe milky baldric of the skies,\\nAnd striped its pure, celestial white,\\nWith streakings of the morning light.\\nFlag of the free heart s hope and home\\nBy angel hands to valor given\\nThy stars have lit the welkin dome,\\nAnd all thy hues were born in heaven.\\nForever float that standard sheet\\nWhere breathes the foe but falls before us,\\nWith Freedom s soil beneath our feet,\\nAnd Freedom s banner streaming o er us.\\nThe American Flag.\\nFELICIA HEMAXS. 1794-1835.\\nLeaves have their time to fall,\\nAnd flowers to wither at the North- wind s breath,\\nAnd stars to set but all,\\nThou hast all seasons for thine own, Death\\nThe Hour of Death.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0362.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "KEATS. 343\\nAy, call it holy ground,\\nThe soil where first they trod,\\nThey have left unstained what there they found\\nFreedom to worship God.\\nThe Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England.\\nJOHX KEATS. 1796-1821.\\nA thing of beauty is a joy forever\\nIts loveliness increases it will never\\nPass into nothingness. Endymion. Line 1.\\nMusic s golden tongue\\nFlattered to tears this aged man and poor.\\nThe Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 3.\\nAnd lucent sirups, tinct with cinnamon.\\nIbid. Stanza 30.\\nHeard melodies are sweet, but those unheard\\nAre sweeter therefore, ye soft pipes, play on\\nNot to the sensual ear, but, more endeared\\nPipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.\\nOde on a Grecian Urn.\\nBeauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all\\nYe know on earth, and all ye need to know.\\nIbid.\\nThose green-robed senators of mighty woods,\\nTall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,\\nDream, and so dream all night without a stir.\\nHyperion,\\nThat large utterance of the early gods. Ibid.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0363.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "344 WOLFE. P OLL OK.\\nHear ye not the hum\\nOf mighty workings. Sonnet to Haydon\\nThen felt I like some watcher of the skies\\nWhen a new planet swims into bis ken\\nOr like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes\\nHe stared at the Pacific and all his men\\nLooked at each other with a wild surmise\\nSilent, upon a peak in Darien. Sonnet xi\\nCHARLES WOLFE. 1791-1823.\\nNot a drum was heard, not a funeral note.\\nThe Burial of Sir John Moore.\\nWe carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,\\nBut we left him alone with his glory ibid.\\nBut he lay like a warrior taking his rest,\\nWith his martial cloak around him. ibid.\\nROBERT POLLOK. 1798-1827.\\nHe laid his hand upon the Ocean s mane\\nAnd played familiar with his hoary locks.*\\nThe Course of Time. Book iv. Line\\nAnd I have loved thee, Ocean\\nAnd laid my hand upon thy mane.\\nBykox. Chihk Harold, Canto iv. St. 184", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0364.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "PA TNE. MILNES. 345\\nHe was a man\\nWho stole the livery of the court of Heaven\\nTo serve the Devil in. Book viii. Line 616.\\nWith one hand he put\\nA penny in the urn of poverty,\\nAnd with the other took a shilling out.\\nIbid. Line 632\\nJ. HOWARD PAYNE. 1792-1852.\\nMid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,\\nBe it ever so humble there s no place like home.*\\nHome, Sweet Home.]\\nRICHARD MONCKTON MILNES.\\nBut on and up, where Nature s heart\\nBeats strong amid the hills.\\nTragedy of the Lac de Gaiibe. St. 2.\\nGreat thoughts, great feelings, came to them,\\nLike* instincts, unawares. The Men of Old.\\nA man s best things are nearest him,\\nLie close about his feet. [bid.\\nHome is home though it be never so homely. was a\\nproverb; it is found in the collections of the seventeenth\\ncentury\\nt From the Opera of Clari the Maid of Milan.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0365.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "346 HOOD.\\nTHOMAS HOOD. 1798-1845.\\nWe watched her breathing through the night\\nHer breathing soft and low,\\nAs in her breast the wave of life\\nKept heaving to and fro. The Death-Bed.\\nOur very hopes belied our fears,\\nOur fears our hopes belied\\nWe thought her dying when she slept,\\nAnd sleeping when she died. Ibid\\nOne more Unfortunate\\nWeary of breath\\nRashly importunate,\\nGone to her death.\\nThe Bridge of Sighs\\nTake her up tenderly,\\nLift her with care\\nFashioned so slenderly,\\nYoung, and so fair Ibid\\nAlas for the rarity\\nOf Christian charity\\nUnder the sun. Ibid.\\nEven God s providence\\nSeeming estranged. Ibid.\\nBoughs are daily rifled\\nBy the gusty thieves,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0366.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "hood. 347\\nAnd the book of Nature\\nGetteth short of leaves. The Seasons.\\nWhen he is forsaken,\\nWithered and shaken,\\nWhat can an old man do but die Ballad.\\nTt is not linen you re wearing out,\\nBut human creatures lives.*\\nSong of the Shirt.\\nMy tears must stop, for every drop,\\nHinders needle and thread. Ibid,\\nAnd there is ev n a happiness\\nThat makes the heart afraid.\\nOde to Melancholy.\\nThere s not a string attuned to mirth,\\nBut has its chord in Melancholy. Ibid.\\nI remember, I remember\\nThe fir-trees dark and high\\n1 used to think their slender tops\\nWere close against the sky\\nIt was a childish ignorance,\\nBut now t is little joy\\nTo know I m further off from heaven\\nThan when I was a boy.\\nI Remember, I Remember,\\nIt s no fish ye re buying, it s men s lives.\\nScott. The Antiquary, Chap. xi.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0367.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "348 PROCTER.\\nSeemed washing his hands with invisible soap\\nIn imperceptible water. Miss Kilmansegg\\nGold! Gold! Gold! Gold!\\nBright arid yellow, hard and cold. Her Moral.\\nSpurned by the young, but hugged by the old\\nTo the very verge of the churchyard mould.\\nIbid.\\nHow widely its agencies vary\\nTo save to ruin to curse to bless\\nAs even its minted coins express,\\nNow stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess,\\nAnd now of a Bloody Mary. ibid.\\nOh would I were dead now,\\nOr up in my bed now,\\nTo cover my head now\\nAnd have a good cry\\nA Table of Errata.\\nBRYAN W. PROCTER.\\nThe sea the sea the open sea\\nThe blue, the fresh, the ever free The Sea.\\n1 never was on the dull, tame shore,\\nBut I loved the great sea more and more.\\nIbid.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0368.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "349\\nSAMUEL ROGERS. 1763-1S55.\\nA guardian-angel o er his life presiding,\\nDoubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.\\nHuman Life.\\nThe soul of music slumbers in the shell,\\nTill waked and kindled by the master s spell\\nAnd feeling hearts touch them but rightly\\npour\\nA thousand melodies unheard before Ibid.\\nThen, never less alone than when alone.* Ibid.\\nThose that he loved so long and sees no more,\\nLoved and still loves, not dead, but gone be-\\nfore,\\nHe gathers round him. Ibid.\\nMine be a cot beside the hill\\nA beehive s hum shall soothe my ear\\nA willowy brook, that turns a mill,\\nWith many a fall, shall linger near. A Wish.\\nThat very law which moulds a tear\\nAnd bids it trickle from its source,\\nThat law preserves the earth a sphere\\nAnd guides the planets in their course. To a Tear.\\nNumquam se minus otiosum esse, quam quum otiosus,\\nnee minus solum, quam quum solus esset.\\nCicero. Be Officiis, Lib. iii. cap. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0369.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "350 LYTTON.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 MASON.\\nShe was good as she was fair.\\nNone none on earth above her\\nAs pure in thought as angels are,\\nTo know her was to love her* Jacqueline. St. 1.\\nThe good are better made by ill,\\nAs odors crushed are sweeter still. Ibid. St. 3.\\nEDWARD BULWER LYTTON.\\nBeneath the rule of men entirely great\\nThe pen is mightier than the sword.\\nRichelieu. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nTake away the sword,\\nStates can be saved without it. ibid.\\nIn the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves\\nFor a bright manhood, there is no such word\\nAs \u00e2\u0080\u0094fail. Act ii. Sc. 2.\\nWILLIAM MASON. 1725-1797.\\nThe fattest hog in Epicurus sty. Heroic Epistle.\\nTo see her is to love her,\\nAnd love but her forever.\\nBurns. Bonnie Lesley.\\nI will, if you please, take you to the house, and introduce\\nyou to its worthy master, whom to know is to love.\\nSir Humphry Davy. Salmonia. Eighth Day.\\nXone knew thee but to love thee.\\nHalleck. On the Death of Dr alee.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0370.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "TENNYSON. 351\\nALFRED TENNYSON.\\nLove took up the harp of Life, and smote on all\\nits chords with might\\nSmote the chord of Self, that, trembling passed in\\nmusic out of sight. Locksley Hall.\\nHe will hold thee, when his passion shall have\\nspent its novel force,\\nSomething bettei than his dog, a little dearer than\\nhis horse. Ibid.\\nThis is truth the poet sings,\\nThat a sorrow s crown of sorrow is remembering\\nhappier things. ibid.\\nWith a little hoard of maxims preaching down a\\ndaughter s heart. Ibid.\\nBut the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that\\nHonor feels. Ibid.\\nYet I doubt not through the ages one increasing\\npurpose runs,\\nAnd the thoughts of men are widened with the\\nprocess of the suns. Ibid.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0371.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "352 TENNYSON.\\nI will take some savage woman, she shall rear my\\ndusky race. Locksley Hall.\\nI the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of\\ntime. Ibid.\\nLet the great world spin forever down the ringing\\ngrooves of change. Ibid.\\nBetter fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.\\nIbid.\\nAnd topples round the dreary west\\nA looming bastion fringed with fire.\\nIn Mcmoriam. xv.\\nT is better to have loved and lost,\\nThan never to have loved at all. Ibid, xxvii.\\nLove, fire once he drew\\nWith one long kiss my whole soul through\\nMy lips, as sunlight driuketh dew.\\nFutima. St. 3.\\nJewels five-words long,\\nThat on the stretched forefinger of all time,\\nSparkle forever. The Princess. Canto ii.\\nTears, idle tears, I know not what they meau.\\nTears from the depth of some divine despair\\nRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,\\nIn looking on the happy Autumn fields,\\nAnd thinking of the days that are no more.\\nIbid. Canto iv.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0372.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "TENNYSON. 353\\nDear as remembered kisses after death,\\nAnd sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned\\nOn lips that are for others deep as love,\\nDeep as first love, and wild with all regret\\nDeath in Life, the days that are no more.\\nThe Princess. Canto iv.\\nSweet is every sound,\\nSweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet\\nMyriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,\\nThe moan of doves in immemorial elms,\\nAnd murmuring of innumerable bees.\\nIbid. Canto vii.\\nHappy he\\nWith such a mother faith in womankind\\nBeats with his blood, and trust in all things high\\nComes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,\\nHe shall not blind his soul with clay. Ibid.\\nFrom yon blue heaven above us bent,\\nThe grand old gardener and his wife\\nSmile at the claims of long descent.\\nLady Clara Vere de Vere.\\nHowe er it be, it seems to me,\\nT is only noble to be good.*\\nKind hearts are more than coronets,\\nAnd simple faith than Norman blood. Ibid.\\nFor it was in the golden prime\\nOf good Haroun Alraschid.\\nRecollections of the Arabian Nights.\\nCf. Winefreda, page 254.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0373.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "354 TA YL OR. BA TLB Y.\\nHENRY TAYLOR.\\nThe world knows nothing of its greatest men.\\nPhilip Van Artevelde. Part i. Act i. Sc. 6,\\nHe that lacks time to mourn lacks time to mend.\\nEternity moxirns that. Ibid. Act i. Sc. 5.\\nWe figure to ourselves\\nThe thing we like, and then we build it up\\nAs chance will have it, on the rock or sand\\nFor thought is tired of wandering o er the world\\nAnd homebound fancy runs her bark ashore.\\nIbid.\\nSuch souls\\nWhose sudden visitations daze the world,\\nVanish like lightning, but they leave behind\\nA voice that in the distance far away\\nWakens the slumbering ages. Act i. Sc. 7.\\nPHILIP JAMES BAILEY.\\nWe live in deeds, not years in thoughts, not\\nbreaths\\nIn feelings, not in figures on a dial.\\nWe should count time by heart-throbs. He most\\nlives\\nWho thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.\\nFestus.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0374.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "HER VET. ALDRICH. 355\\nTHOMAS K. HERVEY. 1804-1859.\\nThe tomb of him who would have made\\nThe world too glad and free.\\nThe Devil s Progress\\nHe stood beside a cottage lone,\\nAnd listened to a lute,\\nOne summer s eve, when the breeze was gone,\\nAnd the nightingale was mute Ibid.\\nLike ships, that sailed for sunny isles,\\nBut never came to shore Bid.\\nA Hebrew knelt, in the dying light,\\nHis eye was dim and cold,\\nThe hairs on his brow were silver-white,\\nAnd his blood was thin and old. Ibid.\\nJAMES ALDRICH. 1810-1856.\\nHer suffering ended with the day,\\nYet lived she at its close,\\nAnd breathed the long, long night away,\\nIn statue-like repose A Death-Bed.\\nBut when the sun, in all his state,\\nIllumed the eastern skies,\\nShe passed through Glory s morning gate,\\nAnd walked in Paradise. Ibid.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0375.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "356 BRYANT.\\nWILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.\\nTo him who in the love of Nature holds\\nCommunion with her visible forms, she speaks\\nA various language. Thanatopsis,\\nGo forth, under the open sky, and list\\nTo Nature s teachings. Ibid.\\nSustained and soothed\\nBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,\\nLike one that wraps the drapery of his couch\\nAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.\\nIbid.\\nThe stormy March has come at last,\\nWith wind and clouds and changing skies\\nI hear the rushing of the blast\\nThat through the snowy valley flies. March.\\nThe groves were God s first temples.\\nForest Hymn.\\nBut neath yon crimson tree,\\nLover to listening maid might breathe his flame,\\nNor mark, within its roseate canopy,\\nHer blush of maiden shame. Autumn Woods\\nThe melancholy days are come,\\nThe saddest of the year,\\nOf availing winds, and naked woods,\\nAnd meadows brown and sear.\\nThe Death of the Flowers.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0376.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "EMERSON.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 HALLE CK. 357\\nTruth crushed to earth shall rise again\\nThe eternal years of God are hers\\nBut Error, wounded, writhes with pain,\\nAnd dies among his worshippers.\\nThe Battle-Field.\\nRALPH WALDO EMERSON.\\nThe hand that rounded Peter s dome,\\nAnd groined the aisles of Christian Rome.\\nThe Problem\\nHe builded better than he knew. ibid.\\nEarth proudly wears the Parthenon\\nAs the best gem upon her zone. ibid.\\nHere once the embattled farmers stood,\\nAnd fired the shot heard round the world.\\nHymn. At the Completion of the Concord Monument.\\nFITZ-GREENE HALLECK.\\nStrike for your altars and your fires\\nStrike for the green graves of your sires\\nGod, and your native land Marco Bozzaris\\nCome to the bridal chamber, Death\\nCome to the mother s, when she feels,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0377.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "858 HALLECK.\\nFor the first time, her first-bora s breath\\nCome when the blessed seals\\nThat close the pestilence are broke,\\nAnd crowded cities wail its stroke\\nCome in consumption s ghastly form,\\nThe earthquake shock, the ocean storm\\nCome when the heart beats high and warm,\\nWith banquet song, and dance, and wine\\nAnd thou art terrible the tear,\\nThe groan, the knell, the pall, the bier\\nAnd all we know, or dream, or fear\\nOf agony, are thine. Marco Bozzaris\\nBut to the hero, when his sword\\nHas won the battle for the free,\\nThy voice sounds like a prophet s word\\nAnd in its hollow tones are heard\\nThe thaiuks of millions yet to be. Ibid.\\nOne of the few, the immortal names,\\nThat were not born to die. Ibid.\\nGreen be the turf above thee,\\nFriend of my better days\\nNone knew thee but to love thee,*\\nNor named thee but to praise.\\nOn lite Death of Joseph Rodman Drake.\\nCf. Rogeks. Jacqueline.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0378.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "SPRAUUE. 359\\nSuch graves as his are pilgrim-shrines,\\nShrines to no code or creed confined,\\nThe Delphian vales, the Palestines,\\nThe Meccas of the mind. Bw-ns.\\nThey love their land, because it is their own,\\nAnd scorn to give aught other reason why\\nWould shake hands with a king upon his throne,\\nAnd think it kindness to his majesty.\\nConnecticut.\\nCHARLES SPRAGUE.\\nLo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,\\nHolds its warped mirror to a gaping age.\\nCuriosity.\\nThrough life s dark road his sordid way he wends,\\nAn incarnation ef fat dividends. ibid.\\nBehold in Liberty s unclouded blaze\\nWe lift our heads, a race of other days.\\nCentennial Ode. St. 22.\\nYes, social friend, I love thee well,\\nIn learned doctors spite\\nThy clouds all other clouds dispel,\\nAnd lap me in delight. To my Cigar.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0379.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "SeC LONGFELLOW.\\nHENRY W. LONGFELLOW.\\nTell me not, in mournful numbers,\\nLife is but an empty dream\\nFor the soul is dead that slumbers,\\nAnd things are not what they seem-\\nA Psalm of Life.\\nArt is long, and Time is fleeting.* Ibid.\\nLet the dead Past bury its dead Ibid.\\nLives of great men all remind us\\nWe can make our lives sublime,\\nAnd, departing, leave behind us\\nFootprints on the sands of time. Ibid.\\nStill achieving, still pursuing,\\nLearn to labor and to wait.\\nIbi\\nKnow how sublime a thing it is\\nTo suffer and be strong.\\nThe Light of Stars.\\nFor Time will teach thee soon the truth,\\nThere are no birds in last year s nest\\nIt is not always ^fay\\nStanding, with reluctant feet,\\nWhere the brook and river meet,\\nWomanhood and childhood fleet Maidenhood\\nLite is short, and art is long.\\nHirroCRATKs. (Aphorism i.)", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0380.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "HOLMES. 361\\nsuffering, sad humanity\\nO ye afflicted ones, who lie\\nSteeped to the lips in misery.\\nLonging, and yet afraid to die,\\nPatient, though sorely tried\\nThe Goblet of Life.\\nThere is no flock, however watched and tended,\\nBut one dead lamb is there\\nThere is no fireside, howsoe er defended,\\nBut has one vacant chair. Resignation.\\nThe air is full of farewells to the dying,\\nAnd mournings for the dead. Ibid.\\nTime has laid his hand\\nUpon my heart, gently, not smiting it,\\nBut as a harper lays his open palm\\nUpon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.\\nThe Golden Legend.\\nOLIVEE WENDELL HOLMES.\\nThe freeman casting with unpurchased hand\\nThe vote that shakes the turrets of the land.\\nA Metrical Essay.\\nAy, tear her tattered ensign down\\nLong has it waved on high,\\nAnd many an eye has danced to see\\nThat banner in the sky. ibid.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0381.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "362 LOWELL.\\nNail to the mast her holy flag,\\nSet every threadbare sail,\\nAnd give her to the God of storms,\\nThe lightning and the gale.\\nA Metrical Essctfr.\\nYes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure,\\nHe who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor\\nUrania.\\nAnd, when you stick on conversation s burrs,\\nDon t strew your pathway with, those dreadful\\nurs. Ibid.\\nYou think they are crusaders, sent\\nFrom some infernal clime,\\nTo pluck the eyes of Sentiment,\\nAnd dock the tail of Rhyme,\\nTo crack the voice of Melody,\\nAnd break the legs of Time.\\nThe Music- Grinders.\\nJAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.\\nAnd what is so rare as a day in June\\nThen, if ever, come perfect days\\nThen Heaven tries the earth if it be in time,\\nAnd over it softly her warm ear lays.\\nThe Vision of Sir Laurifal.\\nThis child is not mine as the first was,\\nI cannot sing it to rest,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0382.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "KEY. 363\\nI cannot lift it up fatherly\\nAnd bless it upon my breast The Changeling.\\nYet it lies in my little one s cradle\\nAnd sits in my little one s chair,\\nAnd the light of the heaven she s gone to\\nTransfigures its golden hair. Ibid.\\nTo win the secret of a weed s plain heart.\\nSonnet xxv.\\nEarth s noblest thing, a woman perfected. Irene.\\nTruth for ever on the scaffold, Wrong for ever on\\nthe throne. The Present Crisis.\\nBefore man made us citizens, great Nature made\\nus men. The Capture.\\nF. S. KEY. 1779-1843.\\nPraise the Power that hath made and preserved\\nus a nation\\nThen conquer we must, when our cause it is just,\\nAmi this be our motto, In God is our trust\\nAnd the star-spangled banner, long may it\\nwave\\nO er the land of the free and the home of the\\nbrave The Star-spangled Banner.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0383.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "364 GREENE. UELAND. CRANCH.\\nALBEET G. GEEENE.\\nOld Grimes is dead that good old man,\\nWe ne er shall see him more\\nHe used to wear a long black coat,\\nAll buttoned down before. Old Grimes\\nJOHN LOUIS UHLAND.\\nTake, boatman, thrice thy fee\\nTake, I give it willingly\\nFor, invisible to thee,\\nSpirits twain have crossed with me.\\nThe Passage.\\nCHEISTOPHEK P. CEANCH.\\nThought is deeper than all speech\\nFeeling deeper than all thought\\nSouls to souls can never teach\\nWhat unto themselves was taught.\\nStanzas.\\nCYRIL TOURNEUR.\\nA drunkard clasp his teeth, and not undo em\\nTo suffer wet damnation to run through em.\\nThe Revenger s Tragedy. Act iii. Sc. 1,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0384.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "BARRETT. S TEERS. 365\\nEATON STANNARD BARRETT. 1820.\\nNot she with trait rous kiss her Master stung,\\nNot she denied him with unfaithful tongue\\nShe, when apostles fled, could danger brave,\\nLast at his cross, and earliest at his grave.\\nWoman.\\nMISS FANNY STEERS.\\nThe last link is broken\\nThat bound me to thee,\\nAnd the words thou hast spoken\\nHave rendered me free. Song\\nFrom The Universal Songster Vol. 2, p. 86.\\nBy Miss Wrother.\\nHope tells a nattering tale,\\nDelusive, vain, and hollow,\\nAh let not Hope prevail,\\nLest disappointment follow.\\nFrom the same, Vol. 1, p. 320.*\\nHope told a nattering tale,\\nThat Joy would soon return\\nAh, nought my sighs avail.\\nFor love is doomed to mourn.\\nAir by Giovanni Paisiello, (1741-1816).", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0385.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "366 2 KEMP IS. RABELAIS.\\nTHOMAS A KEMPIS. 1380-1471.\\nMail proposes, but God disposes.*\\nImitation of Christ. Booh i. Ch. 19.\\nAnd when he is out of sight, quickly also is he\\nout of mind. Ibid. Book i. Ch. 23.\\nOf two evils, the less is always to be chosen.\\nIbid. Book hi. Ch. 12.\\nFRAXCIS RABELAIS. 1483-1553.\\nTo return to our muttons.t Book i. Ch. 1. Note 2.\\nTo driuk no more than a sponge. Book i. Clu 5.\\nAppetite comes with eating, says Angeston. ibid.\\nBy robbing Peter he paid Paul, and\\nhoped to catch larks if ever the heavens should\\nfall. Ibid.\\nI 11 go his halves. Book iv. Ch. 23.\\nThis expression is of much greater antiquity; it appears\\nin the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, page 27, (Lower s Transla-\\ntion,) and in Piers Ploughman s Vision, line 13994.\\nA man s heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his\\nsteps. Proverbs xvi. 9.\\nt Eevenons a nos moutons, a proverb taken from the old\\nFrench Farce of Pierre Patelin.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0386.jp2"}, "383": {"fulltext": "BE CERVANTES.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 HOBBES. 367\\nThe Devil was sick, the Devil a monk would be\\nThe Devil was well, the Devil a monk was he.\\nBook iv. Ch. 24.\\nMIGUEL DE CERVANTES. 1547-1616.\\nEvery one is the son of his own works.\\nDon Quixote. Part i. Book iv. Ch. 20\\nI would do what I pleased, and doing what 1\\npleased, I should have my will, and having my\\nwill, I should be contented and when one is con-\\ntented, there is no more to be desired and when\\nthere is no more to be desired, there is an end of\\nit. Ibid. Ch. 23.\\nEvery one is as God made him, and oftentimes\\na great deal worse. Part ii. Ch. 4.\\nNow blessings light on him that first invented\\nsleep it covers a man all over, thoughts and all,\\nlike a cloak it is meat for the hungry, drink for\\nthe thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot.\\nPart ii. Ch. 67.\\nDon t put too fine a point to your wit for fear\\nit should get blunted.\\nThe Little Gypsy. (La Gitanilla\\nTHOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679.\\nFor words are wise men s counters, tln-y do but\\nreckon by them but they are the money of fools.\\nThe Leviathan. Part i. Ch. 4,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0387.jp2"}, "384": {"fulltext": "68 SIDNE Y.-HO OKER.\\nSIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586.\\nHe cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth\\nchildren from play, and old men from the chim-\\n1 1 ey-corner. The Defence of Poesy.\\nI never heard the old song of Percy and Doug-\\nlass, that I found not my heart moved more than\\nwith a trumpet. Ibid.\\nThere is no man suddenly either excellently\\ngood, or extremely evil.* Arcadia. Book i.\\nThey. are never alone that are accompanied\\nwith noble thoughts. Ibid.\\nRICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600.\\nOf Law there can be no less acknowledged,\\nthan that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice\\nthe harmony of the world all things in heaven\\nand earth do her homage, the very least as feeling\\nher care, and the greatest as not exempted from\\nher power. Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i.\\nThere is a method in man s wickedness,\\nIt grows up by degrees. Beaumont and Flktchkk.\\nA King and no King. Act v. Sc. 4.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0388.jp2"}, "385": {"fulltext": "369\\nFRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626.\\nHe that hath a wife and children hath given\\nhostages to fortune, for they are impediments to\\ngreat enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.\\nEssay viii. Of Marriage and Single Life.\\nSome books are to be tasted, others to be swal-\\nlowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.\\nEssay 1. Of Studies.\\nReading maketh a full man, conference a ready\\nman, and writing an exact man. Ibid.\\nHistories make men wise, poets, witty the\\nmathematics, subtile natural philosophy, deep\\nmoral, grave logic and rhetoric, able to contend.\\nIbid.\\nI hold every man a debtor to his profession\\nfrom the which as men of course do seek to re-\\nceive countenance and profit, so ought they of\\nduty to endeavor themselves by way of amends\\nto be a help and ornament thereunto.\\nThe Elements of the Com. Law of Eng. Preface.\\nKnowledge is power. Nam et ipsa scientia\\npotestas est. Meditationes Sacrce. De Haresibus.\\nCome home to men s business and bosoms.\\nDedication to the Essays. Ed. 162-3.\\nNo pleasure is comparable to the standing upon\\nthe vantage-ground of truth, Of Truth,\\n24", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0389.jp2"}, "386": {"fulltext": "370 COKE.\\nWhen yon wander, as yon often delight to do,\\nyon wander indeed, and give never such satisfac-\\ntion as the curious time requires. This is not\\ncaused by any natural defect, but first for want\\nof election, when you, having a large and fruit-\\nfid mind, should not so much labor what to\\nspeak, as to find what to leave unspoken. Rich\\nsoils are often to be weeded.\\nLetter of Expostulation to Coke.\\nThe sun though it passes through dirty places,\\nyet remains as pure as before.\\nAdvancement of Learning. Book ii. Ch. 2.\\nSIR EDWARD COKE. 1551-1632.\\nFor a man s house is his castle, et domas sua\\ncaique tutissimum refugium*\\nThird Institute. Page 162.\\nThe house of every one is to him as his castle\\nand fortress, as well for his defence against injury\\nand violence, as for his repose.\\nSemnyne s Case, 5 Rep. 91.\\nThey (corporations) cannot commit trespass\\nnor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they\\nhave no souls.\\nCase of Sutton s Hospital, 10 Rep. p. 32.\\nQuoted from the Pandects, Lib. ii. tit. iv. Be in Jus vocando.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0390.jp2"}, "387": {"fulltext": "WALTOX, MILTON. 871\\nIZAAK ^YALTON. 1593-1683.\\nAngling is somewhat like Poetry, men are to\\nbe born SO. The Complete Angler. Part i. Ch. 1.\\nTTe may say of angling as Dr. Boteler said of\\nstrawberries Doubtless God could have made\\na better berry, but doubtless God never did\\nand so, if I might be judge, God never did make\\na more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than\\nangling. Ibid. Pan i. Ch. 5.\\nThus use your frog put your hook, I mean\\nthe arming wire, through his mouth, and out at\\nhis gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sew\\nthe upper part of his leg with only one stitch to\\nthe arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog s leg\\nabove the upper joint to the armed wire and in\\nso doing use him as though you loved him. Ibid\\nJOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.\\nTruth is as impossible to be soiled by any out-\\nward touch as the sunbeam.\\nThe Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce.\\nA poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies,\\nwith his garland and singing robes about him.\\nThe Reason of Church Government. Book ii.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0391.jp2"}, "388": {"fulltext": "872 MILTON.\\nBy labor and intent study (which I take to be\\nmy portion in this lile) joined with the strong pro-\\npensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something\\nso written to aftertimes, as they should not will-\\ningly let it die.\\nThe Reason of Church Government. Book ii.\\nBeholding the bright countenance of truth in\\nthe quiet and still air of delightful studies. Ibid\\nHe who would not be frustrate of his hope to\\nwrite well hereafter in laudable things, ought him-\\nself to be a true poem. Apology for Smectymnuu*.\\nI shall detain you no longer in the demonstra-\\ntion of what we should not do. but strait conduct\\nye to a hill-side, where I will point ye out the\\nright path of a virtuous and noble education\\nlaborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so\\nsmooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and\\nmelodious sounds on every side, that the harp of\\nOrpheus was not more charming.\\nTract of Education.\\nIn those vernal seasons of the year, when the\\nair is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and\\nsullenness against Nature not to go out and see\\nher riches, and partake in her rejoicing with\\nheaven and earth. ibid", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0392.jp2"}, "389": {"fulltext": "MILTON. 373\\nEnflamed with the study of learning and the\\nadmiration of virtue stirred up with high hopes\\nof living to he brave men and worthy patriots,\\ndear to God, and famous to all ages.\\nTract of Education.\\nAs good almost kill a Man, as kill a good\\nBook who kills a Man kills a reasonable crea-\\nture, God s Image but he who destroys a good\\nBook kills reason itself. Areopagitica.\\nA good Book is the precious life-blood of a\\nmaster-spirit embalmed and treasured up on pur-\\npose to a life beyond life. Ibid.\\nMethinks I see in my mind a noble and puis-\\nsant nation rousing herself like a strong man after\\nsleep, and shaking her invincible locks methinks\\nI see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth,\\nand kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-\\nday beam. Ibid.\\nBy this time, like one who had set out on his\\nway by night, and travelled through a Region of\\nsmooth and idle Dreams, our History now arrives\\non the Confines, where daylight and truth meet\\nus with a clear dawn, representing to our view,\\nthough at far distance, true colors and shapes.\\nHistory of England. Book i. ad Jin.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0393.jp2"}, "390": {"fulltext": "374 SELDEN. FULLER.\\nFor such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not\\nbettered by the borrower, among good authors is\\naccounted Plagiare. Iconoclastes xxiv. ad Jin.\\nJOHN SELDEN. 1584-1654.\\nOld friends are best. King James used to call\\nfor his old shoes they were easiest for his feet.\\nTable lalk. Friends.\\nCommonly we say a judgment falls upon a mau\\nfor something in him we cannot abide. Judgments.\\nSyllables govern the world. Power.\\nTHOMAS FULLER. 1608-1661.\\nBut our captain counts the image of God\\nnevertheless his image, cut in ebony as if done in\\nivory. Holy State. The Good Sea- Captain.\\nTheir heads sometimes so little, that there is\\nno more room for wit; sometimes so long, that\\nthere is no wit for so much room.\\nIbid. Of Natural Focls,\\nThey that marry ancient people merely in ex-\\npectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope\\nthat one will come and cut the halter.\\nIbid. Of Marriage.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0394.jp2"}, "391": {"fulltext": "SA L TO UN. NE WTON. 375\\nTo smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome\\nfor the body no less are thoughts of mortality\\ncordial to the soul. Holy State. The Virtuous Lady.\\nLearning hath gained most by those books by\\nwhich the printers have lost. ibid. Of Books.\\nOften the cockloft is empty, in those which\\nNature hath built many stories high.\\nAndronicus. Ad. Jin. 1.\\nANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN. 1653-1716.\\nI knew a very wise man that believed that, if\\na man were permitted to make all the ballads, he\\nneed not care who should make the laws of a\\nnation.\\nLetter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, etc.\\nISAAC XEWTON. 1642-1727.\\nI seem to have been only like a boy playing on\\nthe sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and\\nthen finding a smoother pebble, or a prettier shell\\nthan ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay\\nall undiscovered before me.\\nTurner s Collections relative to the Town of Grantham.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0395.jp2"}, "392": {"fulltext": "376 RUMB OLD. ROCHEFOUCAULD.\\nRICHARD RUMBOLD.\\nOn the Scaffold. 1685\\nI never could believe that Providence had sent\\na few men into the world, ready hooted and spur-\\nred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled\\nto be ridden.\\nFRANCIS DUC DE ROCHEFOUCAULD.\\n1613-1680.\\nHypocrisy is a sort of homage that vice pays to\\nvirtue. Maxim ccxvii.\\nHENRY ST. JOHN, VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE.\\n1672-1751.\\nI have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius\\nof Halicarnassus, I think, that History is Philoso-\\nphy teaching by examples.!\\nOn the Study and Use of History. Letter 2.\\nMacaulay. History of England.\\nt Dionysius of Halicarnassus, Ars Rhet. xi. 2 (p. 398, R.),\\nsays: UaLdeia upa iariv rj h)~ev%LC tuv q civ tovto aal\\n9ovKvdi )r]c tome teyeiv, mpi ioropiac TJyuv brt nal iaropia\\nipiAoaoipia earlv en Ttapaday/xuruv, quoting Thuc. I. 22.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0396.jp2"}, "393": {"fulltext": "LE SAGE. FRANKLIN. 377\\nALAIN-RENE. LE SAGE. 1688-1747.\\nI wish you all sorts of prosperity with a little\\nmore taste. Gil Bias. Book vii. Ch. 4.\\nBENJAMIN FRANKLIN. 1706-1790.\\nGod helps them that help themselves.\\nPoor Richard.\\nDost thou love life, then do not squander time,\\nfor that is the stuff life is made of. Jbid.\\nThree removes are as bad as a fire. ibid.\\nVessels large may venture more,\\nBut little boats should keep near shore. Ibid.\\nHe has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle. Ibid.\\nWhen I see a merchant over-polite to his cus-\\ntomers, begging them to take a little brandy and\\ntin-owing his goods on the counter, thinks T, that\\nman has an axe to grind. ibid.\\nHere Skugg\\nLies snug,\\nAs a bug\\nIn a rug.\\nFrom a Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley, on\\nthe Loss of her American Squirrel.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0397.jp2"}, "394": {"fulltext": "378 STEELE. BLACKS T ONE.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 WALP OLE.\\nSIR RICHARD STEELE. 1671-1729.\\n(Lady Elizabeth Hastings.) Though her mien\\ncarries much more invitation than command, to\\nbehold her is an immediate check to loose be-\\nhavior to love her was a liberal education.*\\nThe Taller. No. 49.\\nSIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE. 1723-1780.\\nThe royal navy of England hath ever been its\\ngreatest defence and ornament it is its ancient\\nand natural strength, the floating bulwark of\\nour island. Commentaries. Vol. i. p. 418.\\nSIR ROBERT WALPOLE. 1674-1746.\\nFlowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to\\nthe interested views of themselves or their rela-\\ntives, the declarations of pretended patriots, of\\nwhom he said, All those men have their price, t\\nFrom Coxe s Memoirs of Wul/iole. Vol. iv. p. 369.\\nLeigh Hunt incorrectly ascribes the expression, to love\\nher was a liberal education, to Cougreve.\\nt The political axiom, All men have their price, is com-\\nmonly ascribed to Walpole.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0398.jp2"}, "395": {"fulltext": "P WELL. S TERNE. 379\\nSIR JOHN POWELL. 1801.\\nLet us consider the reason of the case. For\\nnothing is law that is not reason.\\nCoggs vs. Bernard, 2 Ld. Raym. 91 1.\\nLAURENCE STERNE. 1713-1768.\\nGo, poor devil, get thee gone why should I hurt\\nthee This world surely is wide enough to hold\\nboth thee and me.\\nTristram Shandy. Vol. li. Ch. xii.\\nGreat wits jump* Vol. iii. Ch. ix.\\nOur armies swore terribly in Flanders, cried\\nmy uncle Toby, but nothing to this.\\nVol. iii. Ch. xi.\\nThe accushig spirit, which flew up to heaven s\\nchancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in\\nand the recording angel, as he wrote it down,\\ndropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out\\nforever. Vol. vi. Ch. viii.\\nThey order, said I, this matter better in\\nFrance. Sentimental Journey. Page 1\\nI pity the man who can travel from Dan Vt\\nBeersheba, and cry, T is all barren.\\nIbid. In the Street Ca ais\\nA proverbial phrase.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0399.jp2"}, "396": {"fulltext": "380 BURKE.\\nDisguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery, said\\nI, still thou art a bitter draught.\\nIbid. The Passport. The Hotel at Paris.\\nThe iron entered his soul.*\\nIbid. The Captive. Puris.\\nGod tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.f\\nIbid. Maria.\\nEDMUND BURKE, t 1730-1797.\\nThe swinish multitude. On the French Revolution.\\nIt is now sixteen or seventeen years since I\\nsaw the Queen of France, then the Dauphiness,\\nat Versailles and surely never lighted on this\\norb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more\\ndelightful vision.\\nI saw her just above the horizon, decorating\\nand cheering the elevated sphere she just began\\nto move in glittering like the morning star, full\\nof life, and splendor, and joy. Little did\\nI dream that I should have lived to see such dis-\\nPsalm cv. 18. Book of Common Prayer.\\nt Dieu mesure le froid a la brebis tondue. Henri Es-\\ntienne. Premices, etc., p. 47, a collection of Proverbs,\\npublished in 1594.\\nTo a close shorn sheep God gives wind by measure.\\nHerbert. Jacula Prudenium.\\nRev. Robert Hall in his Apology for the Freedom of the\\nPress, says of Mr. Burke, His imperial fancy has laid all\\nnature under tribute, and has collected riches from every\\nscene of the creation and every walk of art.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0400.jp2"}, "397": {"fulltext": "BURKE. 381\\nasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men,\\nin a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers. 1\\nthought ten thousand swords must have leaped\\nfrom their scabbards to avenge even a look that\\nthreatened her with insult. But the age of chiv-\\nalry is gone. On the French Revolution.\\nThe cheap defence of nations, the nurse of\\nmanly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone.\\nIbid.\\nVice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its\\nIbid.\\nKings will be tyrants from policy when subjects\\nare rebels from principle. Ibid.\\nYou had that action and counteraction, which\\nin the natural and in the political world, from the\\nreciprocal struggle of discordant powers, draws\\nout the harmony of the universe.* Ibid.\\nThe worthy gentleman who has been snatched\\nfrom us at the moment of the election, and in the\\nmiddle of the contest, whilst his desires were as\\nwarm, and his hopes as eager as ours, has feelingly\\nMr. Breen, in his Modern English Literature, say?:\\nThis remarkable thought, Alison, the historian, has turned\\nto good account; it occurs so often in his disquisitions, that\\nhe seems to have made it the staple of all wisdom and the\\nbasis of everv truth.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0401.jp2"}, "398": {"fulltext": "382 BURKE.\\ntold us what shadows we are, and what shadows we\\npursue. Speech at Bristol on declining the Poll. 1780.\\nThere is, however, a limit at which forbearance\\nceases to be a virtue. The Present State of the Nation.\\nIllustrious predecessor.\\nThoughts on the Present Discontents.\\nWhen bad men combine, the good must asso-\\nciate else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied\\nsacrifice, in a contemptible struggle. Ibid.\\nAll those instances to be found in history,\\nwhether real or fabulous, of a doubtful public\\nspirit, at which morality is perplexed, reason is\\nstaggered, and from which affrighted nature re-\\ncoils, are their chosen and almost sole examples\\nfor the instruction of youth.\\nFirst Letter on a Regicide Peace.\\nI w T ould rather sleep in the corner of a little\\ncountry churchyard than in the tomb of all the\\nCapuletS. Letter to Matthew Smith.\\nIt has all the contortions of the sybil without\\nthe inspiration.* Prior s Life of Burke.\\nWhen Croft s Lift of Dr. Young was spoken of as a good\\nimitation of Dr. Johnson s style, Xo, no, said he, it is not\\na good imitation of Johnson; it has all his pomp without his\\nforce; it has all the nodosities of the oak without its strength;\\nit has all the contortions of the sybil without the inspiration.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0402.jp2"}, "399": {"fulltext": "HURD. HENR T. PAINE. 383\\nAll government, indeed every human benefit\\nand enjoyment, every virtue, and every prudent\\nact, is founded on compromise and barter.\\nSpeech on Conciliation with America.\\nRICHARD HURD. 1720-1808.\\nIn this awfully stupendous manner, at which\\nreason stands aghast, and faith herself is half\\nconfounded, was the grace of God to man at\\nlength manifested. Sermons. Vol. ii. p. 287\\nPATRICK HENRY. 1736-1799.\\nCa3sar had his Brutus Charles the First, his\\nCromwell and George the Third Trea-\\nson cried the speaker) may profit by their\\nexa?nple. If this be treason, make the most\\nof it. Speech, 1765.\\nGive me Liberty, or give me deatli\\nSpeech, March, 1775.\\nTHOMAS PAIXE. 1737-1809.\\nAnd the final event to himself (Mr. Burke)\\nhas been that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell\\nlike the Stick. Letter to the Addresseis", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0403.jp2"}, "400": {"fulltext": "384 FOUCHE. MACKINTOSH.\\nThese are the times that try men s souls.\\nThe Crisis. No 1.\\nThe sublime and the ridiculous are often so\\nnearly related, that it is difficult to class them\\nseparately. One step above the sublime makes\\nthe ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous\\nmakes the sublime again.*\\nAge of Reason. Part ii. ad Jin. {note.)\\nJOSEPH FOUCIIE.\\n17G3-18^0.\\nIt is more than a crime, it is a political fault\\nwords which I record because they have been\\nrepeated and attributed to others.\\nMemoirs of Fourhe.\\nSIR JAMES MACKINTOSH.\\n17G5-1832.\\nThe commons, faithful to their system, remained\\nhi a wise and masterly inactivity.\\nVindicice Gallicw.\\nProbably the original (if Napoleon s celebrated mot, I Hi\\nsublime an ridicule ii n y a qu un pas.\\nCommonly quoted, It is worse than a crime, it is a\\nblunder, and attributed to Tallcvrand.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0404.jp2"}, "401": {"fulltext": "LEE. PINCKNE Y. R OLAND. 385\\nHENRY LEE.\\n1756-1818.\\nTo the memory of the Man, first in war, first\\nin peace, and first in the hearts of his fellow-\\ncitizens.*\\nFrom the Resolutions presented to the House of Representa-\\ntives, on the Death of General Washington, December,\\n1793. Marshall s Life of Washington.\\nCHARLES COTESWORTH PINCKNEY.\\n1746-1825.\\nMillions for defence, but not one cent for trib-\\nute. When Ambassador to the French Republic, 1796.\\nMADAME ROLAND.\\n1754-1793.\\nO liberty liberty how many crimes are com-\\nmitted in thy name.\\nTo the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace,\\nand first in the hearts of his countrymen. Eulogy delivered by\\nGen. Lee, Dec. 20, 179SJ. Memoirs of Lee.\\n25", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0405.jp2"}, "402": {"fulltext": "386\\nROBERT EMMET. 1780-1803.\\nLet there be no inscription upon my tomb let\\nno man write my epitaph no man can write my\\nepitaph.\\nSpeech on his Trial and Conviction for High\\nTreason, September, 1803.\\nDANIEL WEBSTER. 1782-1852.\\nSink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I\\ngive ray hand and my heart to this vote.*\\nEulogy on Adams and Jefferson, Aug. 2, 1826.\\nIndependence now and Independence forever. t\\nIbid.\\nWhen my eyes shall be turned to behold for\\nthe last time the sun in heaven, may I not see\\nhim shining on the broken and dishonored frag-\\nments of a once glorious Union on States dis-\\nMr. Adams, describing a conversation with Jonathan\\nSewall, in 1774, says, I answered, that the die was now\\ncast I had passed the Rubicon. Swim or sink, live or die,\\nsurvive or perish with my country, was my unalterable\\ndetermination. Adams Works, vol. iv.\\nt Mr. Webster says of Mr. Adams, on the day of his\\ndeath, hearing the noise of bells and cannon he asked the\\noccasion. On being reminded that it was Independent Day,\\nhe replied, Independence forever. Webster s Works, vol.\\ni. p. 150.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0406.jp2"}, "403": {"fulltext": "WEBSTER. 387\\nsevered, discordant, belligerent on a land rent\\nwith civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fra-\\nternal blood. Second Speech on Foot s Resolution.\\nLiberty and Union, now and forever, one and\\ninseparable. Ibid.\\nWe wish that this column, rising towards heaven\\namong the pointed spires of so many temples dedi-\\ncated to God, may contribute also to produce, in\\nall minds, a pious feeling of dependence and grat-\\nitude. TVe wish, finally, that the last object to\\nthe sight of him who leaves his native shore, and\\nthe first to gladden his who revisits it, may be\\nsomething which shall remind him of the liberty\\nand the glory of his country. Let it rise let it\\nrise, till it meet the sun in his coming let the\\nearliest light of the morning gild it, and the part-\\ning day linger and play on its summit.\\nAddress on Laying the Corner-Stone of the\\nBunker Hill Monument, 18*\\nHe smote the rock of the national resour\\nand abundant streams of revenue gushed foru\\nHe touched the dead corpse of Public Credit, and\\nit sprung upon its feet.*\\nSpeech on Hamilton, March, 1831.\\nHe it was that first gave to the law the air of a science,\\ntie fmnd it a skeleton, and clothed it with life, color, and\\ncomplexion; he embraced the cold statue, and by his touch\\nit grew intD youth, health, and beauty.\\nBarry Yelyeetox, (Lord Avonmore) n Bhickstone-", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0407.jp2"}, "404": {"fulltext": "388 WEBSTER.\\nOn this question of principle, while actual suf-\\nfering was yet afar off, they (the Colonies) raised\\ntheir flag against a power, to which, for purposes\\nof foreign conquest and subjugation, Rome, in the\\nheight of her glory, is not to be compared a\\npower which .has dotted over the surface of the\\nwhole globe with her possessions and military\\nposts, whose morning-drum beat, following the\\nsun, and keeping company with the hours, circles\\nthe earth with one continuous and unbroken strain\\nof the martial oirs of England.*\\nSpeech, May 7, 1834.\\nSea of up-turned faces.f Speech, September 30, 1842.\\nWhy should the brave Spanish soldier brag the sun\\nnever sets in the Spanish dominions, but ever shineth on\\none part or other we have conquered for our king. Capt.\\nJohn Smith. Advertisements for the Unexperienced \u00c2\u00a7c. Coll.\\nMass. Uht. Soc. 3d Ser. Vol. iii. p. 49.\\nI am called\\nThe richest monarch in the Christian world;\\nThe sun in my dominions never sets.\\nIch heisse\\nDer reichste Mann in der getauften Welt\\nDie Sonne geht in meinem Staat nicht unter.\\nSchiller. Don Karlos, Act i. Sc. 6.\\nThe stake I play for is immense I will continue in my\\nown dynasty the family system of the Bourbons, and unite\\nSpain forever to the destinies of France. Remember that the\\nsun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V. (Xapo-\\nleon, February, 1807).\\nWalter Scott. Life of Nnpcleon.\\nt This phrase, commonly supposed to have originated with\\nMr. Webster, is from Rob Roy, vol. i. ch. 20.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0408.jp2"}, "405": {"fulltext": "BR UGHA1I. CEO A TE. MA CA ULA Y. 389\\nLORD BROUGHAM.\\nLet the soldier be abroad if he will, he can do\\nnothing in this age. There is another personage,\\na personage less imposing in the eyes of some, per-\\nhaps insignificant. The school-master is abroad,\\nand I trust to him, armed with his primer against\\nthe soldier in full military array.\\nSpeech, January 29, 1828.\\nWILLIAM L. MARCY. 1786-1857.\\nThey see nothing wrong in the rule that to the\\nvictors belong the spoils of the enemy.\\nSpeech in the United States Senate, January, 1832.\\nRUFUS CHOATE. 1799-1859.\\nThere was a State without King or nobles\\nthere was a church without a Bishop there was\\na people governed by grave magistrates which it\\nhad selected, and equal laws which it had framed.\\nSpeech before the New England Society, New York,\\nDecember 22, 1843.\\nTHOMAS B. MACAULAY. 1800-1859.\\nShe (the Roman Catholic Church) may still\\nexist hi undiminished vigor, when some traveller\\nfrom New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0409.jp2"}, "406": {"fulltext": "390 MAC A CLAY.\\nsolitude, lake his stand on a broken arch of Lon-\\ndon Bridge to sketch the rams of St. Paul\\nReview o/Ranke s History of the Poj es.\\nThe same image was employed by Macaulay in 1824. in\\nthe concluding paragraph of a review or Mitr ord Gi\\nWhen travellers from some distant region hall in vain\\nlabor to decipher on some mouldering pedestal the name of\\nour proudest chief, shall hear savage hymns, chanted over\\nsome misshapen idol over the ruined dome of our proud\\ntemple.\\nWho knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself\\nwill sit down upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames or\\nthe Zuyder Zee, where now in the tumult of enjoyment, the\\nheart and the eyes are too slow to take in the multitude of\\nsensations. Who knows but he will it down solitary amid\\nsilent ruins, and weep a people inurned and their greatness\\nchanged into an empty name. Vulney s Ruim, Ch. 2.\\nAt last some curious traveller from Lima will visit England,\\nand give a description of the ruins of St- Pauls, like the edi-\\ntions of Baalb c and Palmyra,\\nH I:ace Walpole. Letter to Mason, Nov. -24. 1774.\\nWhere now is Britain\\nEven as the savage sits upon the stone\\nThat marks where stood her capitols. and hears\\nThe bittern booming in the weeds, he shrinks\\nFrom the dismaying solitude.\\nHkhst Kirke White. Time.\\nIn the firm expectation, that when London shall be an\\nhabitation of bittern-, when St. Paul and Westminster Abbey\\nshall stand, shapeless and nameless ruins in the midst of an\\nunpeopled marsh; when the piers of Waterloo Bridge shall\\nbecome the nuclei of islets of reeds and osiers and cast tie\\njagged shadows of their broken arches on the solitary\\nstream, some transatlantic commentator will be weighing\\nin the scales of some new and now unimagined system of\\ncriticism the respective merits of the Bells and the Fudges,\\nand their historians.f\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Shelley. Dedication to Peter Bell.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0410.jp2"}, "407": {"fulltext": "in VIXG. PARKER. 391\\nThe Puritans hated bearbaiting, not because it\\ngave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleas-\\nure to the spectators.*\\nHistory of England. Vol. i. Ch. 2.\\nWASHINGTON IRVING. 1783-1859.\\nFree-livers on a small scale Avho are prodigal\\nwithin the compass of a guinea.\\nThe Stout Gentleman.\\nThe Almighty Dollar. The Creole Village.\\nMARTYN PARKER.\\nYe gentlemen of England\\nThat live at home at ease,\\nAh little do you think upon\\nThe dangers of the seas.\\nEven bearbaiting was esteemed heathenish and unchris-\\ntian; the sport of it, not the inhumanity, gave offence.\\nHujie. History of England. Vol. i. Ch. 62", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0411.jp2"}, "408": {"fulltext": "392 MIS CELL AN E US.\\nMISCELLANEOUS.\\nA Cadmean victory Greek Proverb.\\n%v[Xjj.iayovTJiV Se rg vav/xa^ir], KaSjJXLq ns vlktj\\nTotcrt t ojKateiJcrt iyeuero. Ferod. i. 166.\\nA Cadmean victory was one in which the vic-\\ntors suffered as much as their enemies, so called\\nfrom the victory of the Thehans (then called Cad-\\nmeans) over the celehrated Seven, which was\\navenged .shortly afterwards by the descendants of\\nthe vanquished, the Epigoni.\\nFools that do not know hoio much more the\\nhalf is than the whole\\nN^7rtof ouSe IcaaLV oaw ttXIov y/urrv iravro^.\\nHesiod. Works and Days, v. 40.\\nTo leave no ston\u00c2\u00a3 unturned.\\nIWto. Kivrjdai Tzirpov Euripides, Heradid. 1002.\\nThis may be traced to a response of the Del-\\nphic Oracle, given to Polycrates, as the best\\nmeans ot finding a treasure buried by Xerxes s\\ngeneral, Mardouius, on the field of Plataea. The\\nOracle replied, Udvra Xldov Kivei, Turn every stone.\\nCorp. Parvemiogr. Grtnc. i. p. 146.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0412.jp2"}, "409": {"fulltext": "MISCELLANEOUS. 393\\nHie blood of the Martyrs is the seed of the\\nChurch.\\nPlures efficimur, quoties metimur a vobis se-\\nmen est sanguis Christianorum.\\nTeetulliax. Apologet., c. 50\\nEvery man is the architect of his own fortune.\\nSed res docuit id verum esse quod in carmin-\\nibus Appius ait, Fabrum esse sua? quemque\\nfortunae.\\nPaeudo-Salhtst. Epist. de Rep. Ordin. ii. 1.\\nThis Appius Claudius Caucus was the earliest\\nEoman writer, whose name has come down to us,\\nand in his censorship, B. C. 3 1 2, began the Appian\\nWay from Rome to Capua.\\nCcesar s wife should be above suspicion.\\nCsesar was asked why he had divorced his wife.\\nBecause, said he, I would have the chastity\\nof my wife clear even of suspicion.\\nPlutarch. Vit. Cces. c. 10.\\nWhere the shoe pinches.\\nIn the life of iEmilius Paulus, Plutarch re-\\nlates the story of a Roman being divorced from\\nhis wife. This person be*ing highly blamed by\\nhis friends, who demanded, was she not chaste\\nwas she not fair holding out his shoe asked them", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0413.jp2"}, "410": {"fulltext": "394 MIS CELL AN E US.\\nwhether it was not new and well made Yet,\\nadded he, none of you can tell where it pinches\\nme.\\nAppeal from Philip drunk to Philip sober\\nInserit se tantis viris mulier alienigeni san-\\nguinis quae a Philippo rege temulento immerenter\\ndamnata, Provocarein ad Philippum. inquit, sed\\nsobrium. Vol. Maximus. Lib. vi. cap. 2.\\nWhen at Rome, do as the Romans do.\\nSt. Augustine Avas in the habit of dining upon\\nSaturday as upon Sunday but being puzzled\\nwith tbe different practices then prevailing, (for\\nthey had begun to fast at Rome on Saturday,)\\nconsulted St. Ambrose on the subject. Now at\\nMilan they did not fast on Saturday, and the\\nanswer of the Milan saint was this\\nWhen I am here, I do not fast on Saturday\\nwhen at Rome, I do fast on Saturday.\\nQuando hie sum, non jejuno Sabbato quando\\nRomae sum, jejuno Sabbato.\\nSt. Augdstine. Epistle xxxvi. to Casulamis.\\nWhen they are at Rome, they do there as\\nthey see done.\\nBurton. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sec. 4,\\nMem. 2, Subs. 1.\\nRefers to Philip of Macedon.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0414.jp2"}, "411": {"fulltext": "M /S CELL AXE US. 395\\nThe sinews of war.\\nJBschines (Adv. Ctesiph. eh. 53) ascribes to\\nDemosthenes the expression v\u00e2\u0080\u0094 o-kr\\\\xqra.i to. i eipa\\nrail irpayfidrutv, u the sinews of affairs are cut.\\nDiogenes Laertius, in his Life of Bion, (lib. iv.\\nc. 7. 3), represents that philosopher as saying\\nto:- Xovtov eucu veupa 7rpa.yftjd.Twv, that riches\\nwere the sinews of affairs, or, as the phrase may\\nmean, of the State. Referring perhaps to\\nthis maxim of Bion. Plutarch says in his Life\\nof Cleomenes (c. 27). He who first called\\nmoney the sinews of the State, seems to have\\nsaid this with special reference to war. Accord-\\ningly, we find money called expressly to. vevpa\\ntov TToXejizv. the sinews of war, in Libanius,\\nOrat. xlvi. (vol. ii. p. 477. ed. Reiske), and by\\nthe Scholiast on Pindar. Olyinp. i. 4, comp. Pho-\\ntius, Lex. s. v. Meyavopos ttXovtov. So Cicero,\\nPhilipp. v. 2, nervos belli, infinitam pecuniam.\\nBegging the question.\\nThis is a common logical fallacy petitio prinei-\\npii and the first explanation of the phrase is to\\nbe found in Aristotle s Topica, yiii. 13, where the\\nfive ways of begging the question are set forth.\\nThe earliest English work in which the expres-\\nsion is found is the Arte of Logike plainb e set\\nforth in our English Tongue, 8?c. 158-4.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0415.jp2"}, "412": {"fulltext": "396 MIS CELLANEO US.\\nu Old wood to burn Old wine to drink Old\\nfriends to trust Old authors to read\\nAlonso of Aragon was wont to say, in commen-\\ndation of age, that age appeared to be best in\\nthese four things. Melchior. Floresta Espanda\\nde Apoiltegmas o sentencias, J-c. ii. 1. 20.\\nA Rowland for an Oliver.\\nThese were two of the most famous in the list\\nof Charlemagne s twelve peers and their exploits\\nare rendered so ridiculously and equally extrava-\\ngant by the old romancers, that from thence arose\\nthat saying amongst our plain and sensible ances-\\ntors of giving one a Rowland for his Oliver, to\\nsignify the matching one incredible lie with an-\\nother. Thomas Warburton.\\nIt is unseasonable and unwholesome in all\\nmonths that have not an R. in their name to eat\\nan oyster. Butler. Dyet s Dry Dinner. 1500.\\nHobsorfs Choice\\nTobias Hobson was the first man in England\\nthat let out hackney horses. When a man came\\nfor a horse, he was led into the stable, where there\\nI love even-thing that s old. Old friends, old times,\\nold manners, old books, old wine.\\nGoldsmith. She Stoops to Conquer. Act i. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0416.jp2"}, "413": {"fulltext": "MIS CELL AXE OUS. 397\\nwas a great choice, but he obliged him to take the\\nhorse which stood next to the stable-door so that\\nevery customer was alike well served according\\nto his chance, from whence it became a proverb,\\nwhen what ought to be your election was forced\\nupon you, to say Hobson s Choice.\\nSpectator, No. -509.\\nAll is lost save honor.\\nIt was from the imperial camp near Pavia that\\nFrancis the First, before leaving for Pizzighet-\\ntone. wrote to his mother the memorable letter,\\nwhich, thanks to tradition, has become altered to\\nthe form of this sublime laconism Madame\\ntout est perdu fors rhonneur.\\nThe true expression is, Madame pour vous\\nfaire savoir comme se porte le reste de mon iu-\\nfortune, de toutes choses ne m est demeure que\\nThonneur et la vie qui est sauve.\\nMartin. Histoire de France. Tom. viii.\\nAs good as a play.\\nAn exclamation of Charles II. when in Par-\\nliament attending the discussion of Lord Koss s\\nDivorce Bill.*\\nThe King remained in the House while his speech waa\\ntaken into consideration, a common practice -with him; for\\nthe debates amused his sated mind, and were sometimes, he\\nused to say, as good as a comedy. M.ycacxay, Rtritic of\\nthe Life and Writings of Sir William Temple.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0417.jp2"}, "414": {"fulltext": "398 MISCELLANEOUS.\\nDie in the last ditch.\\nTo William of Orange may be ascribed this\\nsaying. When Buckingham urged the inevitable\\ndestruction which hung over the United Prov-\\ninces, and asked him whether he did not see that\\nthe commonwealth was ruined, There is one\\ncertain means, replied the prince, by which I\\ncan be sure never to see my country s ruin 1\\nwill die in the last ditch.\\nHume. History of England. 1672.\\nNo one is a hero to his valet\\nThis phrase is commonly attributed to Madame\\nde Sevigne, but on the authority of Mad. Aisse\\nbelongs to Madame Cornuel.\\nLettres, edit. J. Ravenal, 1853.\\nFew men are admired by their servants.\\nMontaigne. Essais. Book Hi. Ch. 11.\\nWhen Hermodotus in his poems described An-\\ntigonus as the son of Helius, (the sun), my\\nvalet-de-chambre, said he, is not aware of\\nthis. Plutarch. De hide et Osiride,ch. xxiv.\\nLa Garde meurt et ne se rend pas.\\nThis phrase attributed to Cambronne, who was\\nmade prisoner at Waterloo, was vehemently de-\\nnied by him.* It was invented by Rougemont, a\\nWhen pressed by a pretty woman to repeat the phrase\\nhe really did use, he replied, Mafoi, Madame, je ne sais pas", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0418.jp2"}, "415": {"fulltext": "MIS CELLANE OUS. 399\\nprolific author of mots, two days after the battle,\\niii the Independant.\\nDefend me from my friends.\\nThe French Ana assign to Marechal Villars\\ntaking leave of Louis XIV., this aphorism, De-\\nfend me from my friends I can defend myself\\nfrom my enemies.\\nBut of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can\\nsend,\\nSave, save, oh save me from the candid friend.\\nCanning. The New Morality.\\nBeginning of the end.\\nM. Fournier asserts, on the written authority\\nof Talleyrand s brother, that the only breviary\\nused by the ex-bishop was L Improvisateur Fran-\\ncais, a compilation of Anecdotes and Bonmots, in\\ntwenty-one duodecimo volumes.\\nWhenever a good thing was wandering about\\nin search of a parent, he adopted it amongst\\nothers, C estTe commencement de la fin.\\nau juste ce que j ai dit a l officier Anglais qui me criait de\\nme rendre: mais ce qui est certain est qu il comprenait le\\nFrancais, et qu il m a r\u00c2\u00a3pondu mange.\\nL Esprit dans P Histoire.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0419.jp2"}, "416": {"fulltext": "400 MIS CELL AN E US.\\nTo shew our simple skill\\nThis is the true beginning of our end.\\nShakspeare. Midsummer Night s Dream,\\nAct v. Sc. 1.\\nik Speech was given to man to disguise his thoughts\\nlis n employent les paroles que pour deguiser\\nleur pensees.\\nVolt aire. Dialogue xiv. Le Chapon et la Poularde.\\nWhen Harel wished to put a joke or witticism\\ninto circulation he was in the habit of connecting\\nit with some celebrated name, on the chance of\\nreclaiming it if it took. Thus he assigned to\\nTalleyrand in the Ndin Jaime the phrase,\\nSpeech was given to man to disguise his\\nthoughts. Fournier. L Esprit duns I Uistoire.\\nWhere Nature s end of language is declined\\nAnd men talk only to conceal the mind.\\nYoung. Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 207.\\nThe germ of this saying is to be found in\\nJeremy Taylor Lloyd, South, Butler, Young,\\nand Goldsmith have repeated it after him.\\nOrthodoxy is my doxy. Heterodoxy is another\\nman s doxy\\nI have heard frequent use (said the late Lord\\nSandwich, in a debate on the Test Laws), of the\\nwords Orthodoxy and Heterodoxy but I confess", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0420.jp2"}, "417": {"fulltext": "MIS CELLANE OUS. 401\\nmyself at a loss to know precisely what they\\nmean. Orthodoxy, my Lord, (said Bishop\\nWarburton in a whisper,) Orthodoxy is my\\ndoxy, Heterodoxy is another man s doxy.\\nPriestley s Memoirs. Vol. i. p. 372\\n1 hear a lion in the lobby roar.\\nBut Titus said with his uncommon sense,\\nWhen the Exclusion Bill was in suspense,\\nI hear a lion in the lobby roar.\\nKev. James Bramston. Art of Politics.\\nli Indemnity for the past and security for the\\nfuture, f are now evidently construed into Cey-\\nlon and Trinidad. Letter to the Hon. T. Maitland.\\nRussell s Memoir of Fox. Vol. iii. p. 845.\\nSteal my thunder.\\nDTsraeli says, the actors refused to perform\\none of John Dennis s tragedies to empty houses,\\nbut they retained some excellent thunder which\\nDennis had invented it rolled one night when\\nDennis was in the pit, and it was applauded.\\nSuddenly starting up, he cried to the audience,\\nBy they won t act my tragedy, but they\\nBteal my thunder. Calamities of Authors.\\nCol. Titus, in a debate on the Exclusion Bill, January 7,\\n1680.\\nt Mr. Pitt s phrase. De Quincey. Theological Essays, vol.\\nii. p. 170.\\n2(j", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0421.jp2"}, "418": {"fulltext": "402 MIS CELL AN E US.\\nFrom Apophthegms, etc., in Latin, by Erasmus,\\ntranslated by Nicholas Vdall. 1542.\\nThat same man, that runnith awaie,\\nMaie again fight an other claie.\\nFor those that fly may fight again,\\nWhich he can never do that s slain.\\nButllr. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto 3.\\nFrom the Art of Poetry on a New Plan. {Edited\\nby Oliver Goldsmith?) Vol. ii. p. 147. Lon-\\ndon, 1761.\\nFor he who fights and runs away\\nMay live to fight another day\\nBut he who is in battle slain\\nCan never rise and fight again.\\nSed omissis quidem divinis exhortationibus, ilium mam s\\nGraecum versiculum secularis sentential sibi adhibent. Qui\\nfugiebat, rursus prceliabitur nt et rursus forsitan fugiat.\\nTkrtolliah, De Fuga in Persecuiione, c. 10.\\nThe corresponding Greek,\\nAv^p 6 oevyuv /cat irakiv paxTjcrerm,\\nis ascribed to Menander in Diibner s edition of his Fragments\\n(appended to Aristophanes in Didot s Bibliotheca Grceca),\\np. 91.\\nQui fuit, pent revenir aussi;\\nQui nieurt, il n en est pas ainsi.\\nScaerojv (Etat. 1660.)\\nSouvent celuy qui demeure\\nEst cause de son meschef\\nCeluy qui fuit de bonne heure\\nPeut combattre derechef.\\nFrom the Satyr e Menippee, 1594.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0422.jp2"}, "419": {"fulltext": "MIBCELLANE US. 403\\nFrom the Abridgement of the Chronicles of Eng-\\nlande, by Eichard Grafton, 1590. A rule to\\nhiowe how many dayes euery moneth in the\\nyeare hath.\\nThirty dayes hath Nouember,\\nAprill, June, and September,\\nFebruary hath xxviii alone,\\nAnd all the rest have xxxi.\\nFrom the Return from Parnassus. 4to. London.\\n1606.\\nThirty days hath September,\\nApril, June, and November,\\nFebruary eight-and-twenty all alone,\\nAnd all the rest have thirty-one\\nUnless that leap year doth combine,\\nAnd give to February twenty-nine.\\nFrom Song No. 7, Ravenscraffs Deuteromela,\\n1609.\\nNose, nose, nose, nose,\\nAnd who gave thee that jolly red nose\\nSinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves,\\nAnd that gave me my jolly red nose.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0423.jp2"}, "420": {"fulltext": "404 MIS CELL AN E US.\\nFrom the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. Sit\\nPatrick Spens.\\nI saw the new moon, late yestreen,\\nWi the auld moon in her arm.\\nFrom Play ford s Musical Companion, 1687.\\nBegone, dull Care, I prithee begone from me\\nBegone, dull Care, thou and I shall never agree.\\nFrom the New England Primer.\\nIn Adam s fall\\nWe sinned all.\\nMy Book and Heart\\nMust never part.\\nVerses for Children.\\nNow I lay me down to sleep,\\nI pray the Lord my soul to keep\\nIf I should die before I wake,\\nI pray the Lord my soul to take.\\nMartyrdom of Mr. John Rogers.\\nHis wife with nine small children and one at\\n;he breast.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0424.jp2"}, "421": {"fulltext": "MIS CELL AN E OUS. 405\\nLines used by John Ball, to encourage the Rebels\\nin Wat Tyler s Rebellion. Hume s History of\\nEngland, Vol. I. Chap. 17, Note 8.\\nWhen Adam dolve, and Eve span,\\nWho was then the gentleman\\nFrom a MSS. of the loth Century in the British\\nMuseum. Songs and Carols.\\nNow bething the, gentilman,\\nHow Adam dalf and Eve span.\\nThe same proverb existed in German. Agricola.\\n(Prov. No. 264.)\\nSo Adam reutte, und Eva span\\nWer was da ein eddelman.\\nFrom the Garland, a Collection of Poems, 1721,\\nby Mr. Br st, author of a Copy of Verses\\ncalled The British Beauties.\\nPraise undeserved is Satire in disguise.*\\nDYEE.\\n[Published in the early part of the reign of George I.]\\nAnd he that will this health deny\\nDown among the dead men let him lie.\\nThis line is quoted by Pope, in the 1st Epistle of Horace,\\nBook ii.\\nPraise undeserved is Scandal in disguise.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0425.jp2"}, "422": {"fulltext": "40 6 MIS CELL AN E US.\\nLines Written in the. Album of David Krieg.\\n[Among the collection of Albums in the British Museum.*]\\nVirtus sua gloria.\\nThink that day lost whose [low] descending sun\\nViews from thy hand no noble action clone.\\nYour success and happiness\\nis sincerely wished by\\nJa. Bobart.t Oxford.\\nFrom Ovid s Metamorphosis, translated by several\\nhands and published by Samuel Garth. 2 vols.\\n12mo. 1751. Vol. ii. Book 7, Line 20.\\nI see the right, and I approve it too,\\nCondemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.\\nFrom the Prologue written for the Opening of\\nthe Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16,\\n1796.\\n(Barrington s New South Wales, p. 152.)\\nTrue patriots all for be it understood,\\nWe left our country for our country s good.\\nNichol s Autographs in the British Museum,\\nt Jacob Bobart was a son of the celebrated botanist of\\nthat name he died about 1726.\\nVideo meliora, proboque;\\nDeteriora sequor.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0426.jp2"}, "423": {"fulltext": "MIS CELL AN E US. 407\\nProverbial Expressions from the English Poets,\\nwhich are of common origin.\\nAll that glisters is not gold.*\\nShakspeare. Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.\\nBut all thing, which that shineth as the gold\\nNe is no gold, as I have herd it told.\\nChaucer. Yeoman s Tale. Line 16430,\\nYet gold all is not that doth golden seem.\\nSpenser. Faere Queen. Book ii. c. 8. St. 14.\\nAll as they say that glitters is not gold.\\nDryden. Hind and Pantlier.\\nCastles in the air.\\nSwift. Duke Grafton s Answer. Broome. Poverty\\nand Poetry. Churchill. Epistle to R. Lloyd.\\nShenstone. On Taste. Part ii. Llotd. Epistle\\nto Colman.\\nDevil take the hindmost.\\nButler. Hvdibras. Part i. c. 2. Line 633. Prior.\\nOde on taking Namur. Pope. Dunciad. Book ii.\\nLine 60. Burns. To a Haggis.\\nCompare great things with small.\\nVirgil. Gcorgics. Book iv. Line 176. Milton.\\nParadise Lost. Book ii. Line 921. Cowley.\\nThe Motto. Ticeell. Poem on Hunting. Pope.\\nWindsor Forest.\\nGray mare will prove the better horse.f\\nPrior. Epilogue to Lucius.\\nThis expression was a favorite among the old English\\nPoets.\\nMr. Macaulay thinks that this proverb originated in the", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0427.jp2"}, "424": {"fulltext": "408 MISCELLANEOUS.\\nThe gray mare will be the better horse.\\nThe Marriage of true Wit and Science.\\nButler. Hudibras. Part ii. c. 2. Line 698.\\nGreat wits will jump. Sterne. Tristram Shandy.\\nGood witts will jumpe.\\nDr. Cougham. Camden Soc. Pub. p. 20. Duke\\nor Buckingham. The. Chances. Act v. Sc. 1.\\nIll wind turns none to good.\\nTusser. Moral Reflections on the Wind.\\nNot the ill wind which blows none to good.\\nShakspeare. King Henry IV. Part ii. Act v. Sc. 3.\\nIll blows the wind that profits nobody.\\nIbid. King Henry VI. Part iii. Act ii. Sc. 5.\\nLook a gift horse in the mouth.\\nButler. Hudibras. Part i. c. 1. Line 490.\\nRabelais. Book i. Ch. 2. Also quoted by St. Jerome.\\nLook ere thou leap, see ere thou go.\\nTusser. Five hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Ch. 57.\\nLook before you ere you leap.\\nButler. Hudibras. Part ii. c. 2. Line 502.\\nMoon is made of green cheese. Jack Jugler. p. 46.\\nButler. Hudibras. Part ii. c. 3. Line 263.\\nNo love lost between us.\\nGoldsmith. She Stoops to Conquer. Act iv.\\nGarrick s Correspondence. 1759.\\npreference generally given to the gray mares of Flanders over\\nthe linest coach-horses of England. History of England,\\nvol. i. ch. 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0428.jp2"}, "425": {"fulltext": "MISCELLANEOUS. 409\\nOf two evils the less is always to be chosen.\\nThomas AKempis. Imitation of Christ. Booh ii,\\nch. 12.\\nOf two evils I have chose the least.\\nPrior. Imitation of Horace,\\nSmell a rat.\\nBen Joxson. Tale of a Tub. Act iv. Sc. 3.\\nButler. Hudibras. Part i. c. 1. Line 281.\\nRhyme nor reason.\\nSpenser. On his promised Pension. Shakspeare.\\nAs You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.\\nSir Thomas More advised an author who had\\nsent him his manuscript to read to put it in\\nrhyme. Which being done, Sir Thomas said,\\nYea marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is\\nrhyme before it was neither rhyme nor reason.\\nSpeech is silver, silence is gold. A Dutch Proverb.\\nSpeech is like cloth of Arras, opened and put\\nabroad, whereby the imagery doth appear in fig-\\nure whereas in thoughts they lie but as in packs.\\nPlutarch. Vit. Themist. 28.\\nThick and thin.\\nSpenser. Fairy Queen. Book iii. c. i. St. 17.\\nCowper. John Gilpin. Dryden. Absalom and\\nAchitoplul. Part ii. Line 414.\\nTo make a virtue of necessity.\\nChaucer. Squier s Tale. Part ii. Shakspeare.\\nTwo Gentlemen of Verona. Rabelais. Book i.\\nch. 2. Dryden. Palamon and Arcite.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0429.jp2"}, "426": {"fulltext": "410 MISCELLANEOUS.\\nIn the additions of Hadrianus Junius to the\\nadages of Erasmus, he remarks, (under the head\\nof Necessitatem edere,) that a very familiar prov-\\nerb was current among his countrymen, viz.\\nNecessitatem in virtutem commutare.\\nWherever God erects a house of prayer,\\nThe devil always builds a chapel there.\\nDe Foe. The True-Born Englishman.\\nPart i. Line 1.\\nGod never had a church but there, men say\\nThe devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.\\nI doubted of this saw, till on a day\\nI westward spied great Edinburgh s Saint Gyles.\\nDrummond. Posthumous Poems.\\nNo sooner is a temple built to God, but the\\nDevil builds a chapel hard by.\\nGeorge Herbert. Jacula Prudentum.\\nWhere God hath a temple the Devil will have\\na chapel.\\nBurton. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part 3. Sc. iv\\nM. 1. Subs. 1.\\nWrong sow by the ear.\\nBen Joxsox. Every Man in his Humor. Act ii.\\nSc. 1. Butler. Hudilrras. Part ii. c. 3. Line 580.\\nColman. Heir at Law. Act i. Sc. 1.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0430.jp2"}, "427": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\nAaron s serpent, 189.\\nAbdiel. the seraph, 150.\\nAbsent in body, 21\\nAbove ah Roman fame, 203.\\nAbove the smoke and stir, 153.\\nAbra was ready, 177.\\nAbridgment of man, 251.\\nAbsolute the knave is, 114.\\nAbstracts and brief chronicles,\\n106.\\nAbundance of the heart, 16.\\nAbuse, stumbling on, 86.\\nAccept a miracle. 223.\\nAccepted time, 23.\\nAccidents by flood and field, 116.\\nAccommodated, excellent, to be 67.\\nAccoutred as I was, 76.\\nAching void, 265.\\nAcres, over whose, walked, 60.\\nActing of a dreadful thing, 77.\\nAct well your part, 191.\\nAction and counteraction, 381.\\nAction, how like an angel, 106.\\nAction, no noble, 406.\\nAction, pious, 107-\\nAction, suit the, to the word, 109.\\nActions like almanacs, 136.\\nActions of the just, 135.\\nActs, little nameless, 287.\\nActs our angels are, 129.\\nAda, sole daughter, 325.\\nAdam dolvo and Eve span, 405.\\nAdam the goodliest man, 148.\\nAdam, the offending, 68.\\nAdam s fall we sinned all, 404.\\nAdder, like the deaf, 6.\\nAdieu, sweetly she bade me, 236.\\nAdmired disorder, 94.\\nAdmitted to that equal sky, 1ST.\\nAdored through fear, 261.\\nAdorn a tale, 231.\\nAdorn, nothing he did not, 233.\\nAdulteries of Art, 127.\\nAdversary, had written a book, 5.\\nAdversary the devil, 25.\\nAdversity, sweet are uses of. 18.\\nAdversity s sweet milk. 87.\\nAffection hateth nicer hands, 27\\nAffliction tries our virtue, 230.\\nAfric s sunny fountains. 323.\\nAfter life s fitful fever, 94.\\nAgate-stone bigger than, 84.\\nAge, ache, and penury, 35.\\nAge, be comfort to my, 48.\\nAge cannot wither her, 80.\\nAge, expect one of my, 282.\\nAge, for talking, 247.\\nAge, green old, 171.\\nAge, he was not for an, 128.\\nAge, in a good old. 1.\\nAge is as a lusty winter, 41.\\nAge is grown picked, 114.\\nAge, master spirits of, 78.\\nAge of cards, 194.\\nAge of chivalry, 381\\nAge of ease, 248.\\nAge serene and bright. 2S8.\\nAge shakes Athena, 325.\\nAge, summer of her, 171.\\nAge without a name, 314.\\nAges famous to all, 373.\\nAges, heir of all the. 352.\\nAges, once in the flight of. 303.\\nAges, seven, 50.\\nAges, three poets in three, 172\\nAges, through the, 351.\\nAges, the slumbering, 354.\\nAgony, all we know of, 358.\\nAgree, where they do, 272.\\nAir, a chartered libertine, 68.\\nAir, be shook to, 75.\\nAir, do not saw the, 109.\\nAir excellent canopy. 105.\\nAir is full of farewells, 861\\nAir, leaves to the, 84.\\nAir, melted into thin, 30.\\nAir, mocking the. 59.\\nAir of delightful studies, 372.\\nAir of glory, 160.\\nAiry hopes, niy children, 293.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0431.jp2"}, "428": {"fulltext": "412\\nAirr nothing, a local habitation.\\n40.\\nAiry tongues, that syllable, 153.\\nAisle and fretted vault, 241.\\nAisles of Christian Rome, 357.\\nAjax strives, 198.\\nAlabaster, grandsire cut in, 44.\\nAlacrity in .sinking. 32.\\nAlderman s forefi\\nAlexandrine, needless, 197.\\nAlike all age-. 247.\\nA little more than kin. 99.\\nAll chance direction, 188.\\nAll cry and no wool. 162.\\nAll Europe rings. 159.\\nAll in the Downs. 212.\\nAll is not lost, 14u.\\nAll men have their price, 378.\\nAll save honor, 396.\\n4.11 that a bright. 319.\\nAll that glisters is not gold, 408.\\n4.11 the proud shall be, 209.\\nAll the world s a stage, 50.\\nAll things, prove. 23.\\nAll things that are chased, 45.\\nAll things to all men. 22.\\nAll things work for good. 20.\\nAll think all men mortal. 218.\\nAll thoughts all pas-ions. 299.\\nAll thy ends, thy country s, 74\\nAllegory, headstrong as an, 271.\\nAllies thon hast, 285.\\nAllured to brighter worlds, 249.\\nAlmanacs like actions of the last\\nage, 136.\\nAlmighty dollar. 391.\\nAlmighty Father these as they\\nchange 228.\\nAlms, when thou doest, 15.\\nAlone, never less, 349.\\nAlone, with noble thoughts. 368.\\nAlone on a wide, wide sea. 298.\\nAlone, that man should be, 1.\\nAlone with his glorv. 344.\\nAlpha and Omega, 25.\\nAlp. o er manv a fierv. 146.\\nAlps on Alps arise, 190.\\nAlraschid. Ilaroun, 353.\\nAltars, strike for your, 357\\nAlteration finds, 122.\\nAlway, not live. 4.\\nAmber, grubs in. 201.\\nAmbition, fling away. 74.\\nAmbition loves to slide, 168.\\nAmbition of sterner stuff, 78-\\nAmbition of a private man. 258.\\nAmbition, to reiz i is worth. 141.\\nAmbition, vaulting, 91.\\nAmen stuck in my throat, 92.\\nAmend your ways. 13.\\nAmmiral, mast of. 141.\\nAmong them, not of them. 327.\\nAmong the untrodden ways, 284\\nAmorous, fond, and billimr. 165.\\nAmple room and verge. 24\\nAnarch, lets the curtain fall. 20G\\nAncestors after him, 31.\\nAncestors of natuie, 147.\\nAncient and fishlike. 29.\\nAncient grudge. 44.\\nADgel, ministering, 311.\\nAngel, presiding, 349.\\nAngel, recording. 379.\\nI Angels and ministers of grace\\n102.\\nAngels are bright still. 96.\\nAngel s face, 27\\nAngels felt by that sin. 74.\\nAngels, holy, guard thy bed, 224\\nAngels in dreams, 160.\\nAngels ken, 140.\\nAngels liveried. 154.\\nAngels, make the. weep, 34.\\nAngels, our acts are. 129.\\nAngels painted fair. 174.\\nAngels till our passion dies. 137.\\nAngels trumpet-tongued. 91.\\nAngel-visits, few and far. 305.\\nisite, short, 176.\\nAngels visits, short and far be-\\ntween, 216.\\nAngels would be gods, 187.\\nAnger, more in sorrow, 101.\\nAnger of his lip. 57.\\nAngling like poetry. 371.\\nAngry, be ye, and sin not, 23.\\nAnguish another s sport, 160.\\nAnguish, hopeless. 233.\\nAnguish, lessened by another s,\\n84.\\nAnnals of the poor. 241.\\nAnimated bust. 241.\\nAnnihilate space and time. 209.\\nAnointed, rail on the Lord s, 72.\\nAnother and the same. 294\\nAnother s sword laid him low, 306.\\nAnswer, i soft. 8.\\nAnthem, pealing, 241.\\nAnthem singing, 66.\\nAnthro: ophagi, 116.\\nAntidote, sweet oblivious, 97.\\nAntres vast, 116.\\nAny thing, what is worth in, 163.\\nApollo s lute, musical as, 155.\\nA polios watered. 21.\\nApostles fled, she when. 3o5.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0432.jp2"}, "429": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n413\\nApostolic blows and knocks, 162.\\nApparel, every true man s, 36.\\nAp arel, fashion wears out, 37.\\nApparel proclaims the man, 102.\\nApparitions, blushing, 38.\\nApparitions seen and gone, 176.\\nAppearance, judge not by, 20.\\nAppetite, to breakfast with, 73.\\nAppetite comes with eating, 366.\\nAppetite, digestion wait on. 94.\\nAppetite grown by what it fed on,\\n100.\\nAppetite, hungry edge of, 60.\\nApplaud to the very echo, 97.\\nApple of his eye, 2.\\nApple rotten at heart. 44.\\nApples, choice in, 53.\\nApples of gold. 9.\\nAppliances and means to boot, 67.\\nAppliauce desperate, 112.\\nApprehension, death is most in,\\n35.\\nApprehension like a god, 106.\\nAppreheusion of the good, 60.\\nApprobation from Sir Hubert, 281.\\nApproving heaven, 227.\\nApril day, uncertain glory of, 30.\\nApril, June, and November, 403.\\nArabia breathes from yonder box,\\n199.\\nArabia, perfumes of, 96.\\nAraby s daughter, 316.\\nArcades ambo, 340.\\nArchangel ruined, 142.\\nArcher, insatiate, 217.\\nArchitect of his own fortunes,\\nArgue not against heaven, 159.\\nArgue though vanquished, 249.\\nArgues yourselves unknown, 149.\\nArgument, staple of his, 42.\\nArk of her magnificent cause,\\n258.\\nArk rolls of Noah s, 168.\\nArmies clad in iron, 152.\\nArmies swore terribly, 379.\\nArmor his honest thought, 126.\\nArmorers accomplishing the\\nknights, 69.\\nArms of seeming, 169.\\nArms, take your last embrace, 88.\\nArmy with banners, 12.\\nArrow over the house, 115.\\nArrows, Cupid kills with, 37.\\nArt, adorning with so much 137.\\nArt, beyond the reach of, 196.\\nArt, ease in writing comes from.\\n197.\\nArt may erf, 172.\\nArt of God, 222.\\nArt is long, 360.\\nArt, than all the gloss of, 250.\\nArt to blot, 204.\\nArt to cover guilt, 252.\\nArt, with curious, 256.\\nArtless jealousy, 113.\\nArts and eloquence, mother of\\n152.\\nArts in which the wise excel, 175.\\nArts which I lov d, 137.\\nAsbourue, down thy hill, 282.\\nAs good as a play, 397.\\nAs he thinketh, 8.\\nAs it fell upon a day, 125.\\nAshes to ashes, 26.\\nAshes, wonted fires live in, 242.\\nAshkelon, in the streets of, 3.\\nAsk, and it shall be given, 16.\\nAsk death-beds, 218.\\nAsk me no questions, 252.\\nAsleep, the houses seem, 289.\\nAss, egregious, 117.\\nAss, write me down an, 38.\\nAssassination trammel up, 90.\\nAssume a virtue, 112.\\nAssurance double sure, 95.\\nAssurance of a man, 112.\\nAstronomer, undevout. 222.\\nAtheism, the owlet. 299.\\nAtheist by night, 220.\\nAtheist s laugh, 276.\\nAthens, the eye of Greece, 152\\nAtlantean shoulders, 145.\\nAtomies, team of, 85.\\nAttempt, and not the deed, 92.\\nAttempt the end, 134.\\nAttendance, to dance, 75.\\nAttention still as night. 145.\\nAudience, and attention drew\\n145.\\nAudience fit, though few. 150.\\nAuld acquaintance, 276.\\nAuthority, a little brief, 34.\\nAvon, sweet swan of, 128.\\nAvon to the Severn runs, 295.\\nAwake, arise, for ever fallen, 142.\\nAwe, of such a thing as I, 76.\\nAxe, laid to the root, 18.\\nAxe to grind, 377.\\nAzure robe of night, 312.\\nBabbled of green fields, 68.\\nBabe, bent o er her, 268.\\nBachelor, I would die a. 37\\nBack and side go bare, 123.\\nBack, thumps upon your, 266", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0433.jp2"}, "430": {"fulltext": "14\\nBack to the field. 307.\\nBacking, a plague upon such, 62.\\nBad eminence. 144.\\nBadge of our tribe. 45.\\nBalance, dust of the, 12.\\nBalances, weighed in the, 14.\\nBaldric of the skies, 342.\\nBales unopened. 218.\\nBail 1 1-monger, fame metre. 64.\\nI i I to his mi-tress 50.\\nl;.i lads of a natio i\\nBallads of a natiou, make. 375.\\nsang from a cart, 172.\\nBalloon, hnf\\nBalm in Gilead, 13.\\nBalm of hurt mind--. 92.\\nBane and antidote, 180.\\nBane of all that dread the Devil,\\n284.\\nBanish plump Jack, 03.\\nBank, 1 know a, 40.\\nBanner, star-fipanglcd. 363.\\nBanners, an army with. 12.\\nBanners, hang out our, 97\\nBanquet hall deserted, 320.\\nBanquet song and dance. 358.\\nBanquet s o er, when the, 212.\\nBarbarians, young. 327.\\nBarbaric pearl. 144.\\nBark attendant sail. 192,\\nBarleycorn, .lohn, 274.\\nBarren sceptre, 93.\\nBase in kind, 263.\\nBase is the slave that pays. 68.\\nBase uses. 114.\\nBaseless fabric of a vision, 30.\\nBastard to the time. 58.\\nBastion fringed with fire, 352.\\nBated breath, 45.\\nBattalions, sorrows come in, 113.\\nBattle and the breeze, 306.\\nBattle, freedom s, once began. 330.\\nBattle, mighty fallen in. 3.\\nBattle, not to the strong. 10.\\nBattle, perilous edge of, 141.\\nBattle s magnificently-stern ar-\\nray. 326.\\nBattles, fought his, o er, 166.\\nBcttles. siege--, pa.-.-e 1. III.\\nBattlements, bore stars. 293.\\nBe-all. this blow might be the, 90.\\nBe not the first to try, 197.\\nBe of good chepr. 17.\\nBe thou familiar, 101.\\nBe to her virtues very kind. 177.\\nBe wise to-day, 217.\\nBe wise with speed. 222.\\nBe wisely worldly. 13L\\nBeadle to a humorous sigh, 4L\\nBeads and prayer-books, 190.\\nBear, like the Turk, 201.\\nBear the palm, 76.\\nBeard and hoary hair, 240.\\nBeard of formal cut, 50.\\nBeard the lion, 311.\\nBearded like the pard, 50.\\nBeards wag all, 12.3.\\nBears and lions growl. 224.\\nBeast familiar to man, 31.\\nBeast, righteous man regardeth,\\nBeast that wants discourse of rea-\\nson, 100.\\nBeaumont, lie a little further. 128.\\nBeaumont, nearer Spenser, 100.\\nBeauties of exulting Greece, 228.\\nBeauties of the night, 126.\\nBeauties revealed while she hides,\\n235.\\nBeautiful, and to be wooed, 70.\\nBeautiful as sweet, 219.\\nBeautiful beyond compare, 303.\\nBeautiful tyrant, 87.\\nBeautifully less. 178.\\nBeauty, a thing of, 343.\\nBeauty calls, and glory leads, 175.\\nBeauty draws us with a single\\nhair, 199.\\nBeauty fills the air -with, 327\\nBeauty for ashes, 13.\\nBeauty, flower of, 171.\\nBeauty in his life, 121.\\nBeauty is truth. 343.\\nBeauty, lines where, lingers, 329.\\nBeauty, much, as could die, 127.\\nBeauty of woman s eye, 42.\\nBeauty, she walks in, 336.\\nBeauty, smiling in her tears, 305.\\nBeauty truly blent. 55.\\nBeau*.;. \\\\s chain, 320.\\nBeauty s ens\\nBeaux where none are. 235.\\nBedfellows, strange. 29.\\nBed at Ware, 214\\nBed of honor. 214.\\nBee, the little busy. 224.\\nBee, where sucks the, 30.\\nBeer, chronicle small. 117.\\nBees, innumerable. 353.\\nBeetle, that we tread upon. 35\\nBeggar, dumb, mav challenge\\ndouble pity. 124.\\nBeggared all description, 80.\\nBeggarly last doit. 261.\\nBeggarly account of empty Boxes.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0434.jp2"}, "431": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n415\\nBeggars die, when, 77.\\nBeggary in lore, SO.\\nBeggiug the question, 395.\\nBeginning of the end, 399.\\nBegone, dull care, 404.\\nBelated peasant, 143.\\nBelial, sous of, 142.\\nBidief, prospect of, 89.\\nBell strikee one, 217.\\nBell, church-going, 265.\\nBell, silence that dreadful, 118.\\nBell, sullen, sound as a, 66.\\nBelle, t is vain to be a, 235.\\nBells jangled, out of tuue, 108.\\nBelly is their god. 23.\\nBeneath the good how far, 2-39.\\nBeueath the milk-white thorn.\\n278.\\nBench of heedless bishops, 236.\\nB -udemeer s stream. 315.\\nBent, top of my, 111.\\nBermootb.es, still-vexed, 29.\\nBerries, come to pluck your, 155.\\nBest administered. 190.\\nBest but shadows. 40.\\nBest men moulded out of faults,\\n36.\\nBest of men, 136.\\nBetter a dinner of herbs, 8.\\nBetter spared a better man, 65.\\nBetter to be lowlv born. 73.\\nBetter to have loved and lost. 352.\\nBetter to reign in hell. 141.\\nBetwixt wind and nobility, 61.\\nBeware of desperate steps. 266.\\nBeware of entrance to a quarrel,\\n102.\\nBeware the Ides of March, 75.\\nBeyond the reach of art, 196.\\nBezonian. under which king, 68.\\nBibles laid open. 132.\\nBig with the fate of Rome. 179.\\nBigness which you see, 173.\\nBillows, swelling, 299.\\nBinding nature lVt in fete, 207.\\nBird of dawning. 99.\\nBird of the air, 14.\\nBird that sliunn st, 157.\\nBirds have nests, 116.\\nBirds in last year s nest, 360.\\nBirth is but a sleep, 292.\\nBirth nothing but our death, 221.\\nBiscuit, remainder, 49.\\nBishop, church without a, 3S9.\\nBitter is a scornful jest, 232.\\nBitterness of things, 292.\\nBlack spirits and white, 95.\\nBlack to red began to turn, 164\\nBlackberries, plenty as, 63.\\nBlackbird to whistle, 161.\\nBladder, like a, 63.\\nBlade, heart-stain on, 321.\\nBlades of grass to grow, 184.\\nBlameless vestals lot. 207.\\nBlast of war, 68.\\nBleeding country save. 304.\\nBlessed, more, to give. 20.\\nBlesses his stars, 179.\\nBlessing, most need of, 92.\\nBlessings and eternal praise, 291.\\nBlessings brighten, 219.\\nBlessings on him that invented\\nsleep, 387-\\nBlessings, on virtuous deeds, 185\\nBlest, always to be. 186.\\nBlest I have been. 330.\\nBlest paper-credit, 195.\\nBlind bard, 302.\\nBlind, eyes to the, 5.\\nBlind guides, 18.\\nBlind, if the blind lead the, 17.\\nBlind old man. 331.\\nBlind to her faults, 177.\\nBliss, domestic happiness, 259.\\nBliss gained by every woe. 235.\\nBliss in the mind. 247.\\nBliss of solitude. 286.\\nBliss to be alive, 296.\\nBliss, virtue makes the, 244.\\nBliss, winged hours of. 305.\\nBlockhead, the bookful. 198..\\nBlood, felt in the, 2S7.\\nBlood follow the knife, 223.\\nBlood in her cheeks. 126.\\nBlood of the Howard*, 191.\\nBlood of the martyrs, 393.\\nBlood, rebellious liquors in mv, 48.\\nBlood stirs to rouse a lion, 61.\\nBlood, weltering in. 166.\\nBlood, whoso sheddeth, 1.\\nBloody instructions, 90.\\nBlot, dying he could wish to, 234.\\nBloom of young desire, 239.\\nBlow and crack your clieeks, S2.\\nBlow, hand that dealt the, 306-\\nBlow, themselves must strike, 325\\nI Blow thou winter wind, 51.\\nBlue, deeply beautifully, 340\\nBlue, the fresh the ever free 349.\\nBlunder, frae mony a, 275.\\nBlunder in men. 269.\\nBlunder, worse than a crime. 3S4.\\nBlush of maiden shame, 356.\\nBlushing honors. 74.\\nBoast not of to-morrow, 9.\\nBoast, patriot s, 246.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0435.jp2"}, "432": {"fulltext": "416\\nBoatmen, take thrioe thy fee, 365.\\nBoats, little, should keep near\\nshore, 377.\\nBobbed for whale, 173.\\nBodkin bare, 107.\\nBody, absent in, 21.\\nBody form doth take, 28.\\nBody thought, 126.\\nBond, not nominated in the, 46.\\nBond of fate, 95.\\nBondman, who would be a, 78.\\nBondman s key, 45.\\nBondsmen, hereditary, 325.\\nBone and Skin, two millers, 214.\\nBones are cural, 29.\\nBones, full of dead men s, 18.\\nBoues, good interred with. 78.\\nBones, lay his weary, 75.\\nBononcini, compared to, 214.\\nBooby, who d give her, 213.\\nBook, adversary had written a, 5.\\nBook and heart, 404.\\nBook, as good kill a man as a,\\n373.\\nBook, dainties in a, 42.\\nBook, face is as a, 90.\\nBook, in gold clasps, 83.\\nBook of nature, short of leaves,\\n347.\\nBook, precious life blood, 373.\\nBook, to think I read a, 292.\\nBookful blockhead, 198.\\nBook s a book, 334.\\nBooks, cannot always please. 273.\\nBooks in the running brooks, 48\\nBooks, making of, no end, 11.\\nBooks of honor razed, 122.\\nBooks the printers lost by, 375.\\nBooks, quit your, 290.\\nBooks, some to be ta.-ted, 369.\\nBooks, spectacles of. 172.\\nBooks to be tasted, 369.\\nBooks were woman s looks. 319.\\nBooks which are no books, 297.\\nBooks, wiser without. 261.\\nBo-peep, plaved at. 134.\\nBores and bored, 340.\\nBorn, better ne er been, 314.\\nBorn, better to be lowly, 73.\\nBorn in a garret, 337.\\nBom to be a slave. 263.\\nBorn to blush unseen. 241.\\nBoi n en Jer a rhyming planet. 39.\\nBorne down by the flying. 310.\\nBorrower nor lender be, 102.\\nBorrowing dulls the edge, 102.\\nBosom, cleanse the stuffed, 97.\\ni of his Father, 243.\\nBosonig, come home to men s, 369\\nBosom s lord sits lightly, 87.\\nBoston, solid men of, 270.\\nBotanize upon his mother s grave\\n291.\\nBoth were young, 334.\\nBottom thou art translated, 40.\\nBoughs are daily rifled, 346.\\nBounds of modesty, 87.\\nBounty, large was his, 243.\\nBourbon or Nassau, 178.\\nBourn, no traveller returns, 10S.\\nBowels of the harmless earth, 61.\\nBowels of the land, 73.\\nBowers of bliss, 216.\\nBowl, with my friendly, 203.\\nBoxes, a beggarly account of, 88.\\nBoy, who would not be a, 325.\\nBoys, go wooing in my, 254.\\nBraggart, with my tongue, 96.\\nBrain, heat-oppressed, 92.\\nBrain him with a fan, 62.\\nBrain, memory, warder of the. 91\\nBrain, paper-bullets of the, 37.\\nBrain, too finely wrought, 256.\\nBrain, very coinage of .\\\\our. 112.\\nBrain, volume of the, l04.\\nBrain, written troubles of the, 97.\\nBrains, cudgel thy, 113.\\nBrains, steal away their, 118.\\nBrains were out, 94.\\nBrandy for heroes, 234.\\nBrass, evil manners live in, 75-\\nBrass, sounding, 22,\\nBrave deseive the fair, 166.\\nBrave, home of the, 363.\\nBrave, how sleep the, 244.\\nBrave, on, ye, 305.\\nBreach, imminent deadly, 116.\\nBreach, more honored in the, 102.\\nBreach of honor, 164.\\nBreach, once more to the, 68.\\nBread, distressful, 69.\\nBread eaten in secret, 7.\\nBread, man shall not live by, 15.\\nBread upon the waters, 10.\\nBreakfast on a lion s lip, 68.\\nBreakfast with what appetite, 73.\\nBreast, eternal in the human. 1 L M\\nBreast, within his own clear, 154\\nBreastplate, what stronger, (0.\\nBreath, bated, 45.\\nBreath can make them, 248,\\nBreath, good man yields, 303.\\nBreath, weary of, 346.\\nBreathes there the man. 809.\\nj Breeches cost a crown, 117.\\nI Breed of noble blood, 77.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0436.jp2"}, "433": {"fulltext": "417\\nBrentford, two kings of, 257.\\nBrethren, in unity, 6.\\nBrevity is the soul of wit, 105.\\nBriars, workiug-day full of, 48.\\nBribe, too poor for a, 243.\\nBricks are alive, 71.\\nBridge of sighs, 327.\\nBrief as woinau s love, 110.\\nBright honor. 62.\\nBright particular star. 54.\\nBright waters meet, 317.\\nBrightest and best of the sons\\nof the morning. 322.\\nBright-eyed Fancy, 239.\\nBringer of unwelcome news, 66.\\nBritannia needs no bulwark?. 306.\\nBritannia rules the waves, 229.\\nBritons never will be slaves, 229.\\nBroadcloth, without, 262.\\nBrook and river meet,, 360.\\nBrook cau see no moon, 317.\\nB\u00c2\u00bbook, noise like a hidden. 298.\\nBrook, sparkling with a, 341.\\nBrooks, books in the runniug, 48.\\nBrother, exquisite to relieve, 278.\\nBrother, like a vera. 274\\nBrotherhood, monastic, 293.\\nBrothers in distress, 278.\\nBrothers keeper. 1.\\nBrow, anguish wrings the, 311.\\nBrows, gathering her, 274.\\nBruised reed, 12.\\nBrutus is an honorable man, 78.\\nBubbles, the earth hath, 89.\\nBubbling cry. 338.\\nBucket, as a drop of a, 12.\\nBucket, the old oaken, 323.\\nBuckets into empty wells, 259.\\nBuckram rogues. 62.\\nBucks had dined, 256.\\nBud to heaven conveyed, 301.\\nBug in a rug, 377.\\nBugle, one blast upon. 313.\\nBuSd. he lives to. 226.\\nBuild the lofty rhyme, 155.\\nBuilded better than he knew, 357.\\nBuilt God a church. 262.\\nBuilt in the eclipse. 156.\\nBulwark, floating, 378.\\nBurden and heat of the day, 17.\\nBurden, bear his own. 23.\\nBurden of some merry song, 203.\\nBurden of the mystery. 2*7.\\nBurden of three score, 247.\\nBurden, the grasshopper a, 11.\\nBurglary, flat. 38.\\nBurniug. one fire burns out an-\\nother^, 84.\\n27\\nBurst in ignorance, 103.\\nBush, good wine needs no, 53.\\nBush, the thief fears each, 71.\\nBusy hammers, 69.\\nBusy hum of men. 158.\\nButterfly upon a wheel, 202.\\nButter in a lordly dish, 2\\nButton on fortune s cap, 105.\\nBy strangers mourned, 208.\\nCabiued. cribbed, confined, 94\\nCadmeau victory, 392.\\nCaesar turned to clay. 114-\\nCaesar had his Brutus, 383.\\nCaesar hath wept, 78.\\nCaesar, in every wound of. 79.\\nCaesar, not that I loved less, 78.\\nCaesar with a senate, 191.\\nCaesar, word of, 79.\\nCaesar s wife above suspicion. 393\\nCage, nor iron bars a, 135.\\nCain the first city made. 137.\\nCake is dough, 53.\\nCakes and ale, 56.\\nCalamity of so long life, 107.\\nCaledonia stern and wild, 310.\\nCalf s skin, hang a, 58.\\nCall it holy ground, 343.\\nCall you that backing, 62.\\nCalling shapes. 153.\\nCalm lights of philosophy, 179.\\nCalumny, shalt not escape, 108.\\nCambuscan bold, story of, 157.\\nCambyses vein, 63.\\nCamel, swallow a, 18.\\nCamel through the eye of a needle,\\nCamilla scours the plain, 198.\\nCan any mortal mixture, 154.\\nCan storied urn, 241.\\nCan such things be, 95.\\nCandid tongue, 109\\nCandle, fit to hold a. 214.\\nCandle, hold to the sun, 223.\\nCandle, throws his beam, 47.\\nCaudle, out, brief, 98.\\nCankers of a calm world. 64.\\nCannot but remember, 96.\\nCanon against self-slaughter, 100.\\nCannon s mouth. 50.\\nCanopied by the blue sky, 334.\\nCap of youth. 113.\\nCaptain ill, 122.\\nCaptain s choleric word, 34.\\nCaptive good, 122.\\nCapulets. tomb of the, 382.\\nCarcass, eagles will gather, 18.\\nCard, we must speak by the, 114", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0437.jp2"}, "434": {"fulltext": "418\\nINDEX.\\nCards, old age of, 194.\\nCare adds a nail, 267.\\nCare, an enemy to life, 55.\\nCare beguiled by sports, 246.\\nCare, dividing, 349.\\nCare keeps his watch, 86.\\nCare of the main chance, 164.\\nCare, ravelled sleave of, 92.\\nCares, fret thy sonl with, 23.\\nCares, nobler loves and, 291.\\nCart, b illads from a, 172.\\nCart, now traversed the, 177.\\nC.tsca, the envious, 79.\\nCassius, darest thou leap, 76.\\nCassius lean and hungry, 77.\\nCast, set my life upon a, 73.\\nCast bread upon the waters, 10.\\nCastle, a man s house is his, 370.\\nCastles in the air, 407.\\nCastle s strength, 97.\\nCasuist s doubt. 195.\\nCat, endow a college or a, 195.\\nCat in the adage. 91.\\nCat will mew, 114.\\nCatalogue, men in the, 93.\\nCataract, the sounding, 287.\\nCataracts, silent, 300.\\nCatastrophe, I 11 tickle your, 66.\\nCatch the conscience, 106.\\nCatch the driving gale, 190.\\nCathay, cycle of, 352.\\nCato, big with the fate of, 179.\\nCato the sententious, 340.\\nCaucasus, on the frosty, 60.\\nCause, hear me for my, 78.\\nCause of mankind, 317.\\nCaution, cold pausing, 276.\\nCave, darksome, 27.\\nCave, interlunar, 152.\\nCaviare to the general, 106.\\nCaw, says he. 238.\\nCelestial, rosy-red. 151.\\nCensure, each man s, 102.\\nCerberus, three gentlemen, 271.\\nCeremony to great ones, 34.\\nCervantes serious air, 204.\\nChaff, hid in two bushels of, 44.\\nChair, one vacant, 361.\\nChair, rack of a too easv, 206.\\nChalice, our poisoned, 91.\\nChamber where the good man\\nmeets his fate, 219.\\nChampaigne and a chicken, 213.\\nChance, main, 164.\\nChance decides the fate of mon-\\narchs, 228.\\nChance to fall below Demosthe-\\nnes or Cicero, 282.\\nChancellor in embryo, 236.\\nChances, most disastrous, 116.\\nChange came o er my dream, 334\\nChange of many-colcred life, 232\\nChange, riugiug grooves of, 352.\\nChange, such a, 326.\\nChanticleer, crow like, 49.\\nChaos and old night, 142.\\nChaos, dread empire, 206.\\nChaos is come again, 118.\\nChaos, reign of, 142.\\nChaos of thought, 188.\\nCharacter, I leave bebind, 272.\\nCharacters from high life, 193.\\nCharacters of Hell, 240.\\nCharge, Chester, charge, 311.\\nChapel, the devil builds a, 177.\\nCharities that soothe. 294.\\nCharity covers the multitude of\\nsins, 25.\\nCharity, melting. 67.\\nCharmed life, 98.\\nCharm, no need of a remoter, 287\\nCharm to stay the morning star,\\n300.\\nCharms strike the sight. 200.\\nCharmer, t other dear, away, 212.\\nCharmer sinner it, 193.\\nCharming never so wisely, 6.\\nChartered libertine. 68.\\nChary bdis your mother, 45.\\nChariest maid, 101.\\nChaste as ice, 108.\\nChaste as morning dew, 220.\\nChastity, saintly, 154.\\nChatham s language, 258.\\nChatterton, marvellous boy, 286.\\nChaucer, lodge thee by, 128.\\nCheap defence of nations, 381\\nCheat, life t is all a, 170.\\nCheated, pleasure of being, 164.\\nCheek, feed on her damask, 56.\\nCheek, he that loves a rosy, 129.\\nCheek of night, 85.\\nCheek, tears down Pluto s, 157.\\nCheek, that I might touch, 85,\\nCheek, the roses from your, 235.\\nCheek, upon her hand. 85.\\nCheer, be of good, 17.\\nCheerful godliness. 285.\\nCheerful yesterday s, 294.\\nCheese, moon made of green, 4CS\\nCherry, like to a double, 40.\\nCherubims, young-eyed, 47.\\nChest of drawers by day, 249.\\nChewing the food of fancy, 52.\\nChian strand, 302.\\nChickens, all my pretty, 96.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0438.jp2"}, "435": {"fulltext": "419\\nChickens, count your, ere they\\nare hatched, 164.\\nChief, vain was the, 204.\\nChiel amang you takiu notes, 275.\\nChild, a curious. 293-\\nChild, a naked newborn, 269.\\nChild, a simple, 283.\\nChild, a three years, 296.\\nChild, a wise father that knows\\nhis own, 45.\\nChild, grief for my absent, 59.\\nChild I spake as a, 22.\\nChild is father of the man, 283.\\nChild is not mine, 382.\\nChild, know of death, 283.\\nChild of misery, 268.\\nChild of suffering, 362.\\nChild, spoil the, 163.\\nChild, to have a thankless, 81.\\nChild, train up a, 8.\\nChildhood, days of my, 297.\\nChildhood s hour, 315.\\nChildishness, second, 51.\\nChildren call her blessed, 9.\\nChildren gathering pebbles, 152.\\nChildren, my airy hopes, 293.\\nChildren of an idle brain, 85.\\nChildren of larger growth, 170.\\nChildren of light, 9.\\nChildren of the sun, 223.\\nChildren of this world, 19.\\nChildren, Rachel weeping for her,\\n15.\\nChildren s sports satisfy, 246.\\nChimes at midnight, 67.\\nChimney corner, men from the,\\nChimney in my father s house,\\nChimeras dire, 146.\\nChina fall, 194.\\nChinks of her broken body, 138.\\nChinks that time has made, 138.\\nChin, some bee had stung, 133.\\nChivalry, age of, 381.\\nChoice and master spirits, 78.\\nChoice in rotten apples, 53.\\nChoose a proper mate, 264.\\nChord, in melancholy, 347.\\nChord in unison, 261.\\nChristian God Almighty s gentle-\\nman, 220.\\nChristian, highest style of man,\\n220.\\nChristians burned each other, 337.\\nChristmas somes once a year, 123.\\nChronicle small beer, 117.\\nChronicles of the time, 106.\\nChrysolite, perfect, 121.\\nChurch, built God a, 262.\\nChurch without a bishop, 389.\\nChurch, who builds to God a, 195.\\nChurchdoor, not so wide as a, 87.\\nChurch-goiug bell, 265.\\nChurchyards yawn, 111.\\nCircle, Shakspeare s magic, 169.\\nCimmerian darkness, 305.\\nCircumstance allows, the best.\\n218.\\nCities, far from gay, 210.\\nCitizens, man made us, 363.\\nCity set on an hill, 15.\\nCivet, ounce of, 83.\\nClaims of long descent, 353.\\nClapper-clawing, 164.\\nClaret, the liquor for boys, 234.\\nClarion, sound the, 314.\\nClassic ground, 181.\\nClay, blind his soul with, 353.\\nClay of human kind, 171.\\nClay, the tenement of, 167.\\nCleanse the stuffed bosom, 97.\\nClear as a whistle, 214.\\nClink of hammers, 182.\\nClock worn out, 171.\\nClod kneaded, 35.\\nClothing the palpable, 302.\\nClose of the day, 256.\\nCloud but serves to brighten, 230.\\nCloud of witnesses, 24.\\nCloud out of the sea, 3.\\nCloud, like a summer s, 95.\\nCloud, sable, 154.\\nCloud which wraps the present\\nhour, 230.\\nCloud with silver lining, 154.\\nCloud-capped towers, 30.\\nClouds that lowered, 71.\\nCloy the edge of appetite, 60.\\nClubs typical of strife, 260.\\nCoach, go call a, 216.\\nCoals of fire on his head, 9, 21.\\nCoat buttoned down before, 364.\\nCoats, a hole in a your, 275.\\nCockloft is empty, 375.\\nCoffee makes the politician wise.\\n200.\\nCoigne of vantage, 90.\\nCoil, not worth this, 58.\\nCoil, shuffle off this mortal, 107.\\nCoinage of your brain, 112.\\nCold in clime, cold in blood, 330.\\nCold on Canadian hills, 268.\\nCold, the changed, 327.\\nCold waters to a thirsty soul, 9.\\nColdly sweet, 329.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0439.jp2"}, "436": {"fulltext": "420\\nColiseum, stands the, 328.\\nCollege, die and endow a, 195.\\nCologne, wash your city of, 301.\\nColors idly spread, 59.\\nColossus, bestride the world, 76.\\nColumbia, happy land, 282.\\nColumn, throws up a steamy, 260.\\nCombat deepens, 305.\\nCombination and a form, 112.\\nCome and trip it, 157.\\nOcine as the winds, 313.\\nCome, gentle spring, 227.\\nCome home to men s bosoms, 369.\\nCome, like shadows, 95.\\nCome live with me, 124.\\nCome one, come all, 313.\\nCome to the bridal chamber, 357.\\nCome what come may, 89.\\nComforters, miserable, 4.\\nCo Ding events, 307.\\nCommentators, each dark passage\\nshun, 223.\\nCommentators, plain, 274.\\nCommonplace of uature, 286.\\nCommon sun, 243,\\nCommuuion sweet, quaff, 150.\\nCommunion with nature, 356.\\nCompanions, I have had, 297.\\nCompany, dog shall bear him,\\n187.\\nComparisons are odious, 126.\\nComparisons are odorous, 38.\\nCompass, a narrow, 138.\\nComplete steel, 103.\\nComplies against his will, 165.\\nG omposture of excrement, 88.\\nCompound for sins, 162.\\nCompulsion, a reason on, 63.\\nCompunctious visitings, 90.\\nCompute what s done, 275.\\nConcatenation accordingly, 252.\\nConcealment, like a worm, 56.\\nConceals, the maid who modestly,\\n235.\\nConceits, wise in your own, 21.\\nConclusion, a foregone. 121.\\nConclusion, impotent, 117.\\nConcord of sweet sounds, 47.\\nCondemn the fault, 33.\\nConduct still right, 250.\\nConfident to-morrows, 294.\\nConfines of daylight, 373.\\nConfirmations strong, 120.\\nConflict, dire was the, 150.\\nConfusion, his masterpiece, 93.\\nConfusion, worse confounded, 147.\\nCongregate, merchants, 44.\\nCongregation of vapors, 106.\\nConjectures, I am weary of, 180.\\nConquer love, they, that run, 129\\nConquer we must, 363.\\nConquerors, a lean fellow boats\\nall, 136.\\nConquest, ever since the, 174.\\nConscience corrupted, 70.\\nConscience makes cowards, 108\\nConscience of her worth. 151.\\nConscience of the king, 106.\\nConscience with politics, 272.\\nConscious water, 135.\\nConsecration and dream, 292.\\nConsideration, like an augel, 68.\\nConstable, outrun the, 163.\\nConstant as the northern star, 78\\nConstancy in wind, 334.\\nConsummation devoutly to be\\nwished, 107.\\nConsumption s ghastly form, 8P8.\\nContagion to the world, 111.\\nContagious, blastments, 101.\\nContemplation, formed, 148.\\nContent, farewell, 120.\\nContent, humble livers in. 73.\\nContent to dwell in decencies, 104.\\nContented, when one is, 367.\\nContentious woman, 9.\\nContentment, of the noblest mind.\\n27.\\nContests from trivial things, 199.\\nContinual dropping, 9.\\nContinual plodders, 41.\\nContortions of the sybil, 382.\\nContradiction, woman s a, 194.\\nConversation s burrs, 362.\\nConversing, I forget all time, 149.\\nConvey, the wise call it, 32.\\nConvolutions of a sinootb-lippe J\\nshell, 293.\\nCoral, bones are, 29.\\nCoral lip admires, 129.\\nCord be loosed. 11.\\nCorn, reap an acre of, 283.\\nCorn, two ears of, 184.\\nCorner, sits the wind in that. 37-\\nCoronets, kind hearts are moie\\nthan, 353.\\nCorporal sufferance, 35.\\nCorporations, no souls, 370\\nCorrespondent to command, 29\\nCorsair s name, he left a, 33i.\\nCortez, like stout, 344.\\nCostard, rational hind, 41.\\nCostly thy habit. 102.\\nCot, beside the hill, 349.\\nCottage, the soul s dark. 138.\\nCottage, stood beside a, 355.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0440.jp2"}, "437": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n421\\nCouch, drapery of his, 356.\\nCounsels, maturest, 144.\\nCounsellors, multitude of, 7.\\nCount your chickens, 164.\\nCountenance more in sorrow, 101.\\nCounterfeit presentment, 111.\\nCountry, God made the, 257.\\nCountry left, for country s, 406.\\nCourage mounteth with, 58.\\nCourage never to submit, 141.\\nCourage, screw your, 91\\nCourse, I have finished my, 24.\\nCourse of empire, 215.\\nCourse of true love, 39.\\nCourtesy, the very pink of, 86.\\nCoventry, not march through, 64.\\nCoward on instinct, 63.\\nCoward sneaks to death, 183.\\nCoward thou slave, 58.\\nCowards die many times, 78.\\nCowards, plague of all, 62.\\nCowards, what can ennoble, 191.\\nCowslips bell, 30.\\nCozenage, strange, 171.\\nCrabtree and old iron rang, 162.\\nCrack of doom, 95.\\nCradle, my little ones, 363.\\nCradle stand.-- in the grave, 221.\\nCradles rock us, 221.\\nCrammed, with distressful bread,\\nCranny, every, but the right, 266.\\nCreation sleeps, 217.\\nCreator, remember thy, 11.\\nCreature not too bright, 286.\\nCreature smarts so little as a fool,\\n201.\\nCreature s at his dirty work, 201.\\nCreatures, delicate, 120.\\nCreatures, millions of spiritual,\\n149.\\nCreatures you dissect, 193.\\nCrebillon, romances of, 243.\\nCreditor, glory of a, 33.\\nCredulity, ye who listen with, 232.\\nCreed, sapping a solemn, 326.\\nCreed, suckled in an our-\\\\v i-n,289.\\nCricket on the hearth, 157.\\nCrime, worse than a, 384.\\nCrimes, the dignity of, 269.\\nCrimes, undivulged, 82.\\nCrispian, feast of, 69.\\nCritical, nothing if not, 117.\\nCriticizing elves, 256.\\nCritic s eye, 282.\\nCritics, before you trust in, 335.\\nCromwell damned to fame, 192.\\nCrony, drouthy, 274.\\nCrook the pregnant hinges, 109.\\nCrops the flowery food, 186.\\nCross, last at his, 365.\\nCross, sparkling, she wore, 199.\\nCross, the bitter. 60.\\nCrosses and cares, 28.\\nCrotchets in thy head now, 32.\\nCrowd, foremost, 205.\\nCrown, fruitless, 93.\\nCrown, head that wears a, 67.\\nCrown of glory, 8.\\nCrown of life, 24.\\nCiown of sorrow, 351.\\nCrown us with rosebuds, 134.\\nCrude surfeit, 155.\\nCruel as death. 228.\\nCruel only to be kind, 112.\\nCrumbs, dogs eat of the, 17.\\nCrush of worlds, 180.\\nCrutch, shouldered his, 248.\\nCry and no wool, 162.\\nCry Havoc, 78.\\nCry is still they come, 97.\\nCudgel thy brains, 113.\\nCunning, hand forget her, 7.\\nChinning in fence, 57.\\nCup, kiss but in the, 127.\\nCupid is painted blind, 39.\\nCupid kills with arrows, 37.\\nCups, in their flowing, 70.\\nCups that cheer, 260.\\nCur of low degree, 251.\\nCurled darlings of our nation, 115.\\nCurrent of a woman s will, 226.\\nCurrent of domestic joy, 232.\\nCurrents turn awry, 108.\\nCurs mouth a bone, 256.\\nCurse on all laws, 207.\\nCurses, not loud, but deep, 97.\\nCurses, rigged with dark, 156.\\nCurst be the verse. 202.\\nCushion and soft dean, 195.\\nCustom always in the afternoon,\\n104.\\nCustom honored in the breach,\\n102.\\nCustom stale her variety, 80.\\nCut, the most unkindest, 79.\\nCut-purse of the empire, 112.\\nCycle and epicycle, 150.\\nCycle of Cathay, 352.\\nCymbal, tinkling, 22.\\nCynosure of neighboring eyes, 158.\\nCynthia of this minute. 194.\\nCytherea s breath, 54.\\ni Dacian mother, 327.\\nI Daffodils before the swallow, 54", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0441.jp2"}, "438": {"fulltext": "422\\nINDEX.\\nDagger 1 see before me, 91.\\nDagger of the mind, 92.\\nDaggers, drawing, 164.\\nDaggers, speak, to her. 111.\\nDaily beauty in his life, 121.\\nDainties bred in a book, 42.\\nDaisies pied, 43, 158.\\nDale, haunts in, 302.\\nDalliance, path of. 101.\\nDame, our sulky sullen, 274.\\nDames of ancient days, 247.\\nDamn with faint praise, 202.\\nDamnable iteration. 61.\\nDam nation of his taking off. 91.\\nDamnation round the land, 207.\\nDamned, see him, first, 57.\\nDamned to fame, 192.\\nDamned who first cries hold, 98.\\nDamsel lay deploring, 212\\nDan Cupid, 42.\\nDan to Beersheba, 379.\\nDance attendance, 75.\\nDance, on with the, 326.\\nDanger, out of this nettle, 62.\\nDanger s troubled night. 306.\\nDangers, loved me for, 117.\\nDangers of the seas, 177.\\nDaniel come to judgment. 46.\\nDare, I, what man dare. 94.\\nDare to be true, 132.\\nDare to die, 190.\\nDarien, upon a peak in, 344.\\nDaring dined. 206.\\nDark, illumine what is, 140.\\nDarkness, Cimmerian, 305.\\nDarkness, the raven down of, 154.\\nDarkness visible, 140.\\nDarling sin, 299.\\nDart, like the poisoning of a, 137.\\nDart, time shall throw a, 128.\\nDaughter, harping on my, 105.\\nDaughters of my father s house,\\n56.\\nDavid. Nathan said to, 3.\\nDavid, not only hating. 168.\\nDawn, exhalations of the, 302.\\nDawn is overcast, 179.\\nDaws to peck at, 115.\\nDay, as it fell upon a, 125.\\nDay, big with the fate of Rome,\\n179.\\nDay brought back my night, 1-/J\\nDay, burden and heat of, 17.\\nDay, critic on the last, 198.\\nDay, I ve lost a, 218.\\nDay, jocund, stands tip-toe, 87.\\nDay lost, think that, 406.\\nDay may bring forth, 9.\\nDay, merry as the, 36.\\nDay, not to me returns, 147.\\nDay of nothingness, 329.\\nDay, posteriors of, 43.\\nDay, suffering ended with, 355.\\nDay, sufficient unto the, 16.\\nDay, the great important. 179.\\nDays dull and hoary, 160.\\nDay s march nearer home, 303.\\nDays mere glimmerings, 160.\\nDays of lang syne, 277.\\nDays, one of those heavenly, 285\\nDays, race of other, 359.\\nDays, sweet childish, 283.\\nDays, swifter than a shuttle, 4.\\nDays that are no more, 352.\\nDays, the melancholy, $56.\\nDays, though fallen on evil, 150.\\nDaystar, so sinks the, 156.\\nDazzles to blind, 256.\\nDazzling fence of rhetoric. 155.\\nDead, he mourns the. who lives as\\nthey desire, 218.\\nDead in bis harness, 15.\\nDead, my days among, 297-\\nDead, not, but gone before, 349\\nDead of midnight, 268.\\nDead, past bury its, dead, 360.\\nDeal damnation, 207.\\nDear as the ruddy drops, 240.\\nDear beauteous death, 160.\\nDearest thing he owed, 90.\\nDeath and brother sleep. 341.\\nDeath, be thou faithful unto. 25.\\nDeath borders on our birth, 221.\\nDeath by slanderous tongues. 39.\\nDeath came with friendly care,301\\nDeath, cowards sneak to, 183.\\nDeath, cruel as, 228.\\nDeath, grinned horrible. 147.\\nDeath has all seasons. 342.\\nDeath in the midst of life, 26.\\nDeath in the pot, 4.\\nDeath loves a shining mark, 221.\\nDeath mosc in apprehension. 35.\\nDeath, nature never made. 220.\\nDeath of each day s life, 92.\\nDeath, on every breeze. 322.\\nDeath, ruling passion in. 193.\\nDeath shook his dart. 152.\\nDeath, simple child know of, 283.\\nDeath, soul under the ribs of, 155.\\nI Death, studied in his. 89.\\nDeath, valiant taste but once, 78.\\nj Death, the way to dusty, 98.\\nDeath, they were not divided in, 3\\nDeath to us, play to you. 160.\\nI Death urges, knells call, 218.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0442.jp2"}, "439": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n423\\nDeath, wages of sin is. 20.\\nDeath, where is thv sting, 22.\\nDeath s pale flag. 88.\\nDeathbeds, ask. 218.\\nDeathbed s a detector of the\\nheart. 219.\\nDebt, a double, to pay. 249.\\nDebtor to his profession, 369.\\nDecay, vesrure of. 47,\\nDecay s effacing fingers, 329.\\nDeceit iu gorgeous palace, 87-\\nDecember, roses in, 334.\\nDecencies, content to dwell in. 194.\\nDecencies, daily flow. 151.\\nDecencies, those thousand. 151.\\nDecencv, emblems right meet of,\\n236.\\nDecencv. want of, want of sense.\\n174.\\nDeed and flighty purpose. 96.\\nDeed dignifies the place. 55.\\nDeed, so shines a good. 47.\\nDeed, the attempt, not the, 92.\\nDeed without a name, 95.\\nDeeds ill done, 59.\\nDeeds, necessity excused, 143.\\nDeeds, we lire in. 354.\\nDeep as a well. 87.\\nDeep as first love, 353.\\nDeep damnation, 91.\\nDeep, in the lowest, a lower, 148.\\nDeep, spirits from the, 63.\\nDeep, yet clear, 136.\\nDeeper than plummet. 30.\\nDeep-mouthed welcome, 337.\\nDeer, strucken. 110.\\nDeer, such small, 82.\\nDefend me from my friends. 399.\\nDefer, madness to, 217.\\nDefiance in their eye. 247.\\nDegrees, fine by. 178.\\nDeliberation arid public care. 145.\\nDelight in this fool s paradise, 273.\\nDelight into a sacrifice. 1S2.\\nDelight with liberty, 27.\\nDelightful task, 227.\\nDelphian vales, 359.\\nDemocruty, that fierce. 152.\\nDen. beard the lion in his. 311.\\nDenied, he comes too near who\\ncomes to be. 130.\\nDenmark, something rotten in.\\n103.\\nDepart, loth to. 177.\\nDerby dilly, 282.\\nDescend ye Xine. 210.\\nDescent and fall adverse. 144.\\nDescent, claims of long, 353.\\nDescription, beggared all. 80.\\nDesdemona seriously incline. 116\\nDesert blossom as the rose. 12.\\nDesert, my dwelling-place. 328.\\nDesert of a thousand liues. 203.\\nDe-erted at his utmost need, 166.\\nDesert, man after his. 106.\\nDesire, bloom of voung. 239\\nDesire, kindle soft. 167T\\nDesire of the moth, 341.\\nDespair, depth of some divine, 352\\nDespair, fiercer by. 144.\\nDespair, reason would. 234.\\nDespair, wasting in. 130.\\nDespatchful looks, i50.\\nDespoud. slough of. 173.\\nDestroy his fib. 201.\\nDestruction, pride goeth before, 8.\\nDetector of the heart. 219.\\nDetraction at your heels, 56.\\nDevil a monk was he, 367.\\nDevil a pleasing shape, 106.\\nDevil a? a roaring lion. 25.\\nDevil can cite Scripture. 44.\\nDevil, give the, his due, 61.\\nDevil, go. poor, 379.\\nDevil hunting for one fair female,\\n172.\\nDevil, in his quiver. 340.\\nDevil, laughing. \u00c2\u00a332.\\nDevil, of all that dread. 284.\\nDevil, resist the. 25\\nDevil sends cooks. 237.\\nDevil take the hin most, 407.\\nDevil, to serve the. 345.\\nDevil, truth and shame the, 64.\\nDevil was sick, 367.\\nDevil wear b .ack. 110.\\nDevil with devil damued. 146.\\nDevotion, ignorance mother of.\\n170.\\nDevotion s visage. 107.\\nDew. chaste as morning, 220.\\nDewdrop from the lion s mane. 5\\nDial, figures on a. a54.\\nDial to the sun, 165. 256.\\nDiana s Foresters. 61.\\nDictynna goodman dull. 42.\\nDie. and go we know not where. 35\\nj Die because a woman s fair. 130.\\nJ Die, heavenly days cannot 285.\\nDie. in moulding Sheridan, 335.\\nDie in the last ditch 3y8.\\nDie, let us do or. 277.\\nDie of a rose, 187.\\nDie. stand the hazard of the, 73\\nDie, taught us how to. 211.\\nDie with harness on. 98.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0443.jp2"}, "440": {"fulltext": "424\\nINDEX.\\nDie. who tell us love can, 296.\\nDied iu freedom s cause, 282.\\nDies and makes no sign. 70.\\nDigestion wait on appetite, 94.\\nDignity in every gesture 150.\\nDim and perilous way, 293.\\nDim eclipse, 142.\\nDim religious light, 157.\\nDiminished heads, 147.\\nDine, that jurymen may, 200\\nDinner of herbs, better is. 8.\\nDire was the noise of conflict. 150.\\nDisastrous chances, 116.\\nDisastrous twilight. 142.\\nDiscontent, nights in pensive, 28.\\nDiscontent, winter of our. 71.\\nDiscourse eloquent music. 111.\\nDiscourse of reason. 100.\\nDiscourse, such large. 113.\\nDiscourse^ voluble in. 41.\\nDiscrcetest, best, 151.\\nDiscretion better part of valor, 65.\\nDiseases, desperate, 112.\\nDisinheriting countenance. 272.\\nDisorder, most admired, 94.\\nDisposer of other men s stuff. 126.\\nDispraise no small praise, 152.\\nDissension between hearts. 316.\\nDistance lends enchantment, 304.\\nDistemper, died of no, 171.\\nDistressed, griefs that harass the,\\n232.\\nDivided duty, 117.\\nDividends, incarnation of fat. 359.\\nDivine, all save the spirit of man\\nis, 331.\\nDivine, human face, 147.\\nDivine philosophy. 154.\\nDivine, to forgive, 198.\\nDivinity doth~hedge a king, 113.\\nDivinity in odd numbers, 32.\\nDivinity that shapes our ends, 114.\\nDivinity tbat stirs within us, 180.\\nDivision of a battle, 115.\\nDoctor, dismissing the. 279.\\nDoctors, disagree, who shall de-\\ncide when. 195.\\nDoctrine, orthodox, 162.\\nDoctrines clear, what makes, 165.\\nDo good by stealth, 204.\\nDog. and bay the moon. 79.\\nDog. hunts in dreams like a, 351.\\nDog it was that died, 251.\\nDog, let no. bark, 44.\\nDog, living, better than dead lion,\\n10.\\nDog, not one to throw at a, 48.\\nDog shall bear him company, 187.\\nDog, something better than his.\\n351.\\nDog went mad, 251.\\nDog, whose, are you, 210.\\nDog will have his day, 114.\\nDog, word to throw at, 48.\\nDogs delight to bark and bite. 224\\nDogs, eat of the crumb.--, 17.\\nDogs of war, let slip the, 78.\\nDogs, the little. and all. S3.\\nDogs, throw phvsic to the, 97.\\nDoit, beggarly, 261.\\nDoleful sound, 225.\\nDome, him of the western, 169.\\nDome of many colored glass, 341\\nDome of thought, 324.\\nDomestic happiness, 259.\\nDominions, the sun never sets, in\\nmy. 388.\\nDone quickly, if twere, 90.\\nDoom, the crack of, 95.\\nDoom, regardless of their, 238.\\nDoor, sweetest tiling beside, 283.\\nDorian mood of flutes, 142.\\nDotage, tears of. 231.\\nDotes, yet doubts, 119.\\nDouble debt to pay, 249.\\nDouble toil and trouble, 95.\\nDoubly dying, 309.\\nDoubt, never stand to, 134.\\nDoubt, once in, 119.\\nDoubt the stars are fire, 105.\\nDoubts are traitors, 33.\\nDove, gently as a sucking, 39.\\nDove, wings like a, 6.\\nDoves, harmless as. 16.\\nDoves, moan of, 353.\\nDown among the dead men, 177.\\nDown, he that is, can fall no\\nlower, 163.\\nDrachenfels, crag of, 326.\\nDrags at each remove. 246.\\nDrags its slow length along, 197.\\nDraw men as they ought to be,\\n250.\\nDread of something after death,\\n108.\\nDream, a change came o er my,\\n334.\\nDream, consecration and the\\npoets, 292.\\nDream, forgotten, 287.\\nDream, which was not all a. 338.\\nDream, life but an empty, 300\\nDream, the old men s. 168.\\nDreams, a dog hunts in, 351.\\nDreams, books, are each a world.\\n291.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0444.jp2"}, "441": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n425\\nDreams, pleasing, 311.\\nDreams, so full of fearful 72.\\nDreams, such stuff as, 30.\\nDreams, true, I talk of, 85.\\nDregs of life, 171.\\nDrew iron tears, 157.\\nDrink deep, or taste not. 196.\\nDrink, if lie thirst, give him, 21.\\nDrink, pretty creature, 283.\\nDrink to me only, 127.\\nDrinking largely sobers us, 196.\\nDriveller and a show. 231.\\nDrop a tear and bid adieu, 230.\\nDrop of a bucket. 12.\\nDropped a tear. 379.\\nDrops, ruddy, i7.\\nDrowned honor, 62.\\nDrudgery at the desk, 297.\\nDrudgery, make, divine, 131.\\nDruid lies in yonder grave, 245.\\nDrum was heard, 31-1.\\nDrunk, listen to be, 169.\\nDrunkard clasp his teeth, 128.\\nDrunken man, stagger like a. 6.\\nDry as the remainder buiscuit,\\n49.\\nDues, render unto all their, 21.\\nDukedom, mv library was, 29.\\nDull tame shore, 348.\\nDulness ever loves a. joke, 205.\\nDumb on their own merits, 279.\\nDuncan hath borne his faculties,\\n91.\\nDuncan is in his grave. 94.\\nDunce sent to roam, 264.\\nDunce with wits, 205.\\nDundee, single hour of, 294.\\nDurance vile. 276.\\nDusky race, 352.\\nDust, blossom in the, 135.\\nDust, hearts dry as summer s,\\n292.\\nDust, his enemies shall lick the,\\n6.\\nDust, learned, 259.\\nDust of the balance, 12.\\nDust return to the earth, 11.\\nDust, shalt thou return unto. 1\\nDust, the knight s bones are, 300.\\nDust thou art, 1.\\nDust to dust. 26.\\nDuties primal, shine aloft, 20-1.\\nDuty, perceive here a divided. 117.\\nDyer s hand, like the, 122.\\nDying man to dying men, 173.\\nEach particular hair, 103.\\nEagle mewing her youth, 373.\\nEagle, so the struck, 335.\\nEagle s fate and mine are one, 139-\\nK igles gather the carcass, 18.\\nE ir, give every man thy, 102.\\nEar, jewel in an Ethiop s, 85.\\nEar, more is meant than meets\\nthe. 157.\\nEar, night s dull, 69.\\nEar, word of promise to our 98.\\nEar, wrong sow bv the, 411.\\nEar-piercing file, 120.\\nEars, in my ancient, 86.\\nE:ik, let him hear that hath, 13\\nEars of flesh and blood, 103.\\nEars of the groundlings, 109.\\nEars took captive, 55.\\nEarth, best of men that e er\\nwore, 136.\\nEarth, but one beloved face on,\\n334.\\nEarth, earthy, 22.\\nEarth felt the wound, 151.\\nEarth, first flower of, 319.\\nE irth for charity, 75.\\nEarth forgot, 317.\\nEarth, giauts in the, 1.\\nEarth, growth of mother, 288.\\nEarth has no sorrow, 321.\\nEarth hath bubbles, 89.\\nEarth her thousand voices, 300.\\nEarth, less of, 312.\\nEarth, more things in heaven and,\\n104.\\nEarth proudly wears the Parthe-\\nnon. 357.\\nEarth, put a girdle round the,\\n40.\\nEarth, salt of the, 15.\\nEarth, so much of, 288.\\nEarth soaks up the rain, 138.\\nEarth, thou sure and firm-set, 92.\\nEarth to earth, 26.\\nEarth, to smell a turf of fresh,\\n375.\\nEarth, truth crushed to, 357.\\nEarth, way of all the, 2.\\nEarth s a thief, 88.\\nEarth s noblest thing, 363.\\nEarthlier happy, 39.\\nEarthly hope, 322.\\nEarthy, of the earth, 22.\\nEase and alternate labor, 227-\\nEase, he did with so much, 167.\\nEase in mine inn, 64.\\nEasy as lying, 111.\\nEasy writing curst hard reading,\\n273.\\nEat, drink, and be merry, 10.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0445.jp2"}, "442": {"fulltext": "426\\nINDEX.\\nEaten out of house and home, 66.\\nEcho, applaud to the very, 97.\\nEchoing walks, 151.\\nEclipse, huilt in the, 156.\\nEc.-t icv of love, 105.\\nEdified, whoe er was, 259.\\nK lucation forms the mind, 193.\\nEducation, virtuous and noble,\\n372.\\nEel of science, 205.\\nEgregiously. an aes, 117.\\nEgg. the learned roast, 204.\\nEither, happy with, 212.\\nElder, let the woman take an, 56.\\nElegant sufficiency, 227.\\nElephants, for want of towns, 184.\\nElements, dare the, 332.\\nElements so mixed in him, 80.\\nElms, immemorial, .353.\\nEloquence, heavenly. 169.\\nEloquence the soul, 146.\\nEloquence to woe, 332.\\nEloquent, old man, 159.\\nElves, criticizing, 256.\\nElysium, lap it in, 154.\\nElysium on earth, 316.\\nEmbattled farmers, 357.\\nEmblems of decency, 236.\\nEminence, that bad, 144.\\nthe course of. 215.\\ne, the rod of, 241.\\nEmployment, how various his,\\n259.\\nEmployment, wishing the worst,\\nEmpty vaulted night, 154.\\nEnamel d stones. 31.\\nEnchantment, distance lends, 304.\\nEncounter of our wits, 72.\\nEnd-all, might be the, 90.\\nEnd, attempt the, 134.\\nEnd must justify the means, 178.\\nEndow a college, 195.\\nEnds, thy country s, 74.\\nEndure, then pity, 189.\\nEndured, not to be. 37.\\nEnemies, his, shall lick the dust,\\n6.\\nEnemies, naked to mine, 74.\\nEnemy, feed thine. 21.\\nEnemy thing devised by the, 73.\\nEngineer, hoist with his own pe-\\ntar, 112.\\nEngland, with all thy faults. 25S.\\nEngland, ve gentlemen of, 177.\\nEnglish undented, 27.\\nEnjoy your dear wit, 155.\\nEnsanguined haarts, 260.\\nEnsign tattered, 361.\\nEnskyed and sainted, 33.\\nEnterprise, life-blood of, 64.\\nEnterprises, impediments tc\\ngreat, 359.\\nEnterprises of great pith, 108.\\nEntertained angels unawares, 24\\nEntire chrysolite, 121.\\nEntrance to a quarrel, 102.\\nEnvious tongues, 74.\\nEnvy will merit, 198.\\nEnvy withers at another s joy,\\n227.\\nEphesian dome, 182.\\nEpicurus sty, 350.\\nEpitaph, believe a woman or, 335.\\nEpitaph, no man can write my,\\n386.\\nEpitome, all mankind s, 168.\\nEqual to all things, 250.\\nErcle? vein, 39.\\nErebus, dark as, 47.\\nErr, to, is human, 198.\\nErring sister s shame, 330.\\nError, wounded, 357.\\nError writhes with pain, 357.\\nErrors, female, 199.\\nErrors like straws, 170.\\nKruption, bodes some strange, 99.\\nEruptions in Nature, 63.\\nEspied a feather, 139.\\nEstate, fallen from his high, 166.\\nEternal blazon. 103.\\nEternal smiles, 202.\\nEternal summer, 339.\\nEternal sunshine. 249.\\nEternities, two, 315.\\nEternity in bondage, 180.\\nEternity intimates to man, 180.\\nEternity mourns, 354.\\nEternity, opes the palace of, 153.\\nEternity, thoughts that wandel\\nthrough, 145.\\nEternity, white radiance of, 341.\\nEtheriai mildness, 22,.\\nEthiopian, change his skin, 13.\\nEtrurian shades, 141.\\nEve fairest of her daughters, 148.\\nEve, irmn noon to dewy, 143.\\nEve, graiilmother. 41.\\nEven-handed justice, 90.\\nEvening bells, 319.\\nEvening, now came still. 148.\\nEvening shades prevail. 181.\\nEvening, welcome peaceful. 26C\\nEvents, coming. 307.\\nEvents, spirits of great. 302.\\nEver charming, ever new, 229.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0446.jp2"}, "443": {"fulltext": "INDEX\\n427\\nErer since the Conquest, 174.\\nEver thus from childhood, 315.\\nEverlasting flint, 86.\\nEvery cranny but the right, 26G.\\nEvery inch a king, 83.\\nEvery one as God made him, 3 37.\\nEvery shepherd tells his tale, 15S.\\nEverything by starts, 168.\\nEverywhere his place, 138.\\nEvery why a wherefore, 161.\\nEvery woman a rake, 194.\\nEvidence of things not seen, 24.\\nEvil, be not overcome of, 21.\\nEvil be thou my good, 148.\\nEvil communications, 22\\nEvil days, fallen on. 150.\\nEvil do, that good may come, 20.\\nEvil, money the root of all, 24.\\nEvil news rides post, 153.\\nEvil report and good report, 23.\\nEvil, still educing good from, 228.\\nEvil, sufficient unto the day, 16.\\nEvil that men do lives after them,\\n78.\\nEvil, universal good. 188.\\nEvils, least of two, 3o6. 410.\\nExcel, t is useless to, 235.\\nExcellent thing in woman, 83.\\nExcess of glory, 142.\\nExcess, wasteful, 59.\\nExcuse for the glass, 272.\\nExecrable shape, 147.\\nExecute their airy purposes, 142.\\nExhalation, like an, 143.\\nExhalations of the dawn, 302.\\nExhaled to heaven, 220.\\nExhausted worlds, 232.\\nExile of Erin, 307.\\nExpectation, better bettered, 36.\\nExpectation fails oft, 54.\\nExpectation makes a blessing\\ndear, 133.\\nExperience tells, 247.\\nExperience to make me sad, 52.\\nExplain a thing till ah men\\ndoubt, 205.\\nExplain the asking eye, 202.\\nExposition of sleep, 40.\\nExpressive silence, 229.\\nExtenuate, nothing, 122.\\nExtremes in nature, 195.\\nExultations, agonies, 285.\\nEye and prospect of his soul, 38.\\nEye, apple of his, 2.\\nEye behind you, 56.\\nEye, defiance in their, 247.\\nEye for eye, 2.\\nEye, harvest of a quiet, 291.\\nEye, heaven in her, 150.\\nEye in a fine frenzy rolling, 40.\\nEje, in my mind s, 101.\\nEve, jaundiced, 198.\\nEye, lacklustre, 49.\\nEye like Mars, 111.\\nEye, more peril in thine. 85.\\nEye, my great task-master s, 159\\nEye, negotiate for itself, 38.\\nEye, precious seeing to, 42.\\nEye, pupil of the, 321.\\nEye sublime, 148.\\nEye, twinkling of an, 22.\\nEye, white wench s black, 86.\\nEye mil mark our coming, 337.\\nEye,. with lacklustre, 49.\\nEyebrow, ballad to his mistress\\n50.\\nE_yes, a man with large jray, 283\\nEyes, drink to me only with. 127.\\nEyes, history in a nation s, 242.\\nEyes, light in woman s, 319.\\nEves, look your last. 88.\\nEyes looked love, 326.\\nEyes make pictures, 302.\\nEyes, no speculation in those, 94,\\nEyes, not a friend to close his, 166.\\nEyes now dimmed, 320.\\nEyes rain influence, 158.\\nEyes, soul sitting in thine, 156.\\nEves start from their spheres, 103\\nEyes, the glow-worm lend thee,\\n134.\\nEyes to the blind, 5.\\nFabric, baseless, 30.\\nFabric, huge, 143.\\nFace, can t I another s, commend,\\n235.\\nFace, continual comfort in, 28.\\nFace, finer form or lovelier, 312\\nFace, human, diviue, 147.\\nFace, in many a solitary place, 2S9.\\nFace is as a book, 90.\\nFace, mind s construction in. 90.\\nFace, music breathing from, 331\\nFace, one beloved, 334.\\nFace, shining, morning, 50\\nFace that makes simplicity a\\ngrace, 127.\\nFace, transmitter of a foolish, 133-\\nFaces, the old familiar, 297.\\nFacts, imagination for his, 273.\\nFaculties, hath borne his, 91.\\nFaculty divine, 292.\\nFade, all that s bright must, 319.\\nFade as a leaf. 13.\\nFaery elves, 143.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0447.jp2"}, "444": {"fulltext": "428\\nINDEX.\\nFail, no such word as, 350.\\nFail who die in a great cause, 337.\\nFailing leaned to virtue s side,\\n249.\\nFaint he.irt ne er won fair lady,\\n173.\\nFair is foul, 89.\\nFair, is she not passing, 31.\\nFair Melrose, 308.\\nFair, none but the brave deserve,\\nloo.\\nFair spoken and persuading, 75.\\nFair tresses, 199.\\nFairies midwife, 84.\\nFairy fiction drest, 240.\\nFairy hands, 241.\\nFaith, amaranthine riowerof,2S9.\\nFaith a passionate intuition, 294.\\nFaith, belief had ripened into,\\n204.\\nFaith, for modes of, 190.\\nFaith, herself is half confounded,\\n383.\\nFaith, 1 have kept the, 24.\\nFaith in womankind, 353.\\nFaith Milton held, 285.\\nFaith of many made for one, 190.\\nFaith of reason, 302.\\nFaith perhaps wrong, 137.\\nFaith plain and simple, 70.\\nFaith, substance of tilings hoped\\nfor, 24.\\nFaith, we walk by, 23.\\nFaithful among the faithless, 150.\\nFaithful dog. 187.\\nFaithful unto death, 25.\\nFalcon towering in her pride, 93.\\nFall, a dying, 55.\\nFall, O what a, was there, 79.\\nFallen from high estate, 166.\\nFallen on evil days, 150.\\nFalling-off was there, 103.\\nFalling with a falling state, 209.\\nFalls like Lucifer, 74.\\nFalse as dicers oaths, 111.\\nFalsehood a goodly outside, 44.\\nFalsehood under saintly show,\\n148.\\nFalse philosophy, 146.\\nFame, damned to everlasting. 192.\\nFame, hard to clinib the steep of,\\n255.\\nFame is the spur. 156.\\nFame, the end of, 33S.\\nFame, the martyrdom of, 335.\\nFame s proud temple, 255.\\nFamiliar, be. not vulgar. 101.\\nFamiliar beast to man, 31.\\nFamiliar in their mouths, 69.\\nFamiliar with her face, 189.\\nF amous by my sword, 139.\\nFamous, found myself, 340.\\nFamous to all ages, 373.\\nF aruous victory, 297.\\nFancies, men s more giddy, 56.\\nFancies, with thick coming, 97.\\nFancy free, 40.\\nFancy, home-bound, 354.\\nFancy, impediments in, 55.\\nF ancy, sweet and bitter, 52.\\nF ancy the finger of a clock, 260.\\nFancy s meteor ray, 277.\\nFancy s rays hills adorning, 276.\\nFantasies throng into my memo\\nry, 153.\\nFantastic as woman. 313.\\nFantastic, fickle, 313\\nF antasy, vain, 85.\\nFar above the great, 239.\\nFar as the solar walk, 187.\\nF\\\\ar from gay cities, 210.\\nFardels bare, 107.\\nFare thee well and if forevei\\nFarewell, happy fields, 141.\\nFarewell hope, fear, remorse. 148.\\nFarewell, neighing steed, 120.\\nFarewell, that fatal word, 332.\\nFarewell the plumed troop, 120.\\nFarewell the tranquil mind, 120.\\nFarewell to all my greatness, 73.\\nFarewells to the dying, 361.\\nFarewell, word that must be, 329.\\nFarmers embattled stood, 357.\\nFascination of a name, 262.\\nFashion, glass of, 108.\\nFashion of this world, 22.\\nFashion wears out more apparel\\n37.\\nFasting for a good man s love, 51,\\nFat, men that are, 77.\\nFat oxen, who drive, 234.\\nFat weed, 103.\\nF atal bellman, 92.\\nFate, down the torrent of, 231.\\nFate, fixed, 146.\\nFate, he either fears his, 139.\\nFate, in the storms of, 209.\\nFate seemed to wind him up, 171.\\nFate, take a bond of, 95.\\nFather antic, 61.\\nF ather of all, in every age, 207.\\nFather, no more like my, 100.\\nFattest hog in Epicurus sty, 350.\\nFault, condemn the, 33.\\nFault, excusing a, 59.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0448.jp2"}, "445": {"fulltext": "429\\nFault, he that does one, 225.\\nFault not in our stars. 77.\\nFault, seeming monstrous, 51.\\nFaults, be to her, a little blind,\\n177.\\nFaults, men moulded out of, 35.\\ne ill-favored, 32.\\nFaults, with all thy, 258.\\nFavorite has no friend, 243.\\nFavorite, to be a prodigal s 291.\\nFawn and crouch, 2S.\\nFawning, thrift may follow, 109.\\nFear of hell, 275.\\nFear, perfect love casteth ou 25.\\nFear, with hope, farewell, 118.\\nFearfully and wonderfully made,\\nFears make us traitors, 96.\\nFears, our hopes belied our, 346.\\nFears, saucy doubts and, 94.\\nFeast, bare imagination of a, 60.\\nFeast of languages, 42.\\nFeast of nectared sweets, 155.\\nFeast of reason, 203.\\nFeasting presence, 88.\\nFeather, a wit s a, 191.\\nFeather, of his own. espied, 139.\\nFeather, to waft a. 217.\\nFeeble, Forcible. 67.\\nFeed on hope, 28.\\nFeel, must feel themselves, 256.\\nFeelings, great, came to them,\\n345.\\nFeelings to mortal given. 312.\\nFeels at each thread, 187.\\nFeels, meanest thing that, 2?7.\\nFeet beneath her petticoat, 132.\\nFeet like snails did creep, 133.\\nFeet nailed on the bitter cross, 60.\\nFeet to the foe, 307.\\nFeet to the lame, 5.\\nFeet, with reluctant, 330.\\nFelicity, our own we make. 232.\\nFell, do not love thee Dr., 176.\\nFell like autumn fruit, 171.\\nFell purpose, 90.\\nFellow-feeling makes us kind. 237.\\nFellow of infinite jest, 114.\\nFellow that hath had losses, 38.\\nFellow that hath two gowns, 38.\\nFellow with the best king, 70.\\nFemale errors fall, 199.\\nFemale, one. lost the devil half\\nthe kind, 172.\\nFence, cunning in, 57.\\nFens. bogs. dens. 146.\\nFerdinand Mentez Pinto. 185.\\nFever, after life s fitful, 94.\\nFew are chosen, 17.\\nFew in the extreme, 1S9.\\nFew know their own good, 171.\\nFibs, ask me no questions and I 11\\ntell no. 252.\\nFickle as a dream. 313.\\nFico for the phrase. o2.\\nFiction, fairy, drest. 240\\nFiction, stranger taan. 310.\\nFie. foil, and funi. 83.\\nFieid be lost, though the. 140\\nField, lilies of the. 15.\\nFields, a babbled of green, 68\\nFields, farewell happy, 111.\\nFields were won. 24S.\\nFiend angelical, 87.\\nFierce as ten furies, 146.\\nFierce democrary, 152.\\nFiery soul working its way, 16}\\nFife, ear-piercing, 120.\\nFife, wrv-necked, 45.\\nFight, fought a good, 24.\\nFights and runs away, 402.\\nFigure for the time of scorn, 121\\nFigure, the thing we like we, 354\\nFilthy lucre, 23.\\nFinal hope, flat despair, 145.\\nFine by defect, 194.\\nFine by degrees, 178.\\nFinger, slow and moving, 121.\\nFingers rude, 155.\\nFire answers fire, 69.\\nFire-bad as three removes, 377.\\nFire, kindled by a little, 25.\\nFire in each eye, 200.\\nFire, one, burns but another s, 84.\\nFire, pale his uneffectual, 104.\\nFire! while I was musing the, 6.\\nFires of ruin glow, 304.\\nFires, their wonted. 242.\\nFirmament, no fellow in the, 78.\\nFirmament, o erhanging, 1U6.\\nFirmament, the spacious, 181.\\nFit audience, though few, 150.\\nFits, twas sad by, 244.\\nFixed like a plant, 189.\\nFlag of the free heart, 342.\\nFlame, adding fuel to the, 153.\\nFlanders received our yoke, 13S\\nFlanders, our armies swore terri\\nbly in, 379.\\nFlashes of merriment, 114.\\nFlat and unprofitable, 100.\\nFlat burglary, 38.\\nFlatterers, besieged by, 202.\\nFlatterers, he hates. 77.\\nFlattering unction, 112.\\nI Flattery on poet s ear, SOS", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0449.jp2"}, "446": {"fulltext": "430\\nINDEX.\\nFlea on a lion s lip, 68.\\nFlea, so naturalists observe a, 184.\\nFleeting good. 246.\\nFlesh, all. is grass, 12.\\nFlesh and blood can t bear it. 214.\\nart thou fishified, 86.\\nFlesh is heir to, 107.\\nFlesh is weak, spirit willing, 18.\\nFlesh, this too. too solid, 100.\\nFlesh will quiver. 223.\\nI state, 131.\\nFlight of a.\\nFlight of future days, 145.\\nFlighty purpose, 96.\\nFling away ambition, 74.\\nFling but a stone, 225.\\nFlint, snore upon the, 81.\\nFlint, wear out the everlasting, 86.\\nFloating bulwark. 378.\\nFloods, bathe in fiery, 35.\\nFlow like thee. 136.\\nFlow of soul. 203.\\nFlower, full many a, 241.\\nFlower, man a. 231.\\nFlower offered in the bud. 224.\\nFloweret of the vale. 243.\\nFlowers, to feed on, 28.\\nFlowing cups, 135.\\nFlowre or herbe, no daintie. 27.\\nFlutes. Dorian mood of, 142.\\nFly not vet. 316.\\nFly, those that. 165.\\nFly, to drown a. 217.\\nFoe, unrelenting, to love, 229.\\nFoemen worthy of their steel. 313.\\nFoes, thrice he routed all his, 166.\\nFollv as it flies. 186.\\nFolly at full length. 215.\\nFollv grow romantic, 193.\\nFolly into sin, 314.\\nFollv, shunn*st the noise of, 157.\\nFolly to be wise, 239.\\nFolly, when woman stoops to, 252.\\nFontarabian echoes. 311.\\nFood for powder, 65.\\nFood, minds not craving for, 273.\\nFood, nature s daily, 286.\\nFood, pined and wanted, 283.\\nFool at fortv, 222.\\nFool at thirty, 213.\\nFool, every inch that is not, 169.\\nFool me at the top of my bent. 111.\\nFool no creature smarts so little\\nas a. 201.\\nFool now and then is right, 262.\\nFool to make me merry, 52.\\nFool who thinks by force of skill,\\nFool with judges. 263.\\nFools admire, 198.\\nFools contest for governments,\\n190.\\nFools ever since the Conquest. 174.\\nFools for arguments use wagers,\\n163.\\nFooLs, in idle wishes, 273.\\nFools mock at sin, 7.\\nFools, paradise of, 147, 273.\\nFools rush in. 199.\\nFools, suckle. 117.\\nFools that do^jot know howmuch\\nmore the half is than the\\nwhole, 392.\\nFools they are who roam, 245.\\nFools to dusty death, 98.\\nFools who came to scoff, 249.\\nFoot has music in t, 267.\\nFoot more light, 312.\\nFoot of time, noiseless, 55, 307.\\nFoot on mv native heath, 314.\\nFoot. 0. so light a, 86.\\nFootprints on the sands, 360.\\nForbearance ceases to be a virtue,\\n382.\\nForce of nature, 172.\\nForce, who overcomes by, 143.\\nForcible Feeble, 67.\\nForedoes or makes me, 121.\\nForefinger of all time, 352.\\nForegone conclusion, 121.\\nForehead of the morning sky, 156.\\nForemost man, 79.\\nI orever fortune wilt thou prove,\\n229.\\nForgetfulness, steep my senses in,\\n67.\\nForgive, to, is divine, 198.\\nForgiveness to the injured does\\nbelong, 170.\\nForked radish, 67.\\nForm, mould of, 108.\\nForms of government let fools\\ncontest. 190.\\nForms of things unknown, 41.\\nFortune, gift of, to be well-fa-\\nvored, 37.\\nFortune, leads on to, 80.\\nFortune with threatening eye, 59.\\nFortune, pride fell with, 47.\\nFortune, railed on lady, 49.\\nFortune s buffets. 110*\\nFortune s cap. 105.\\nFortune s champion, 58.\\nFortune s ice, 168.\\nFortune s power, not now in, 163.\\nForty parson power, 340.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0450.jp2"}, "447": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n431\\nForty pounds a year, 248.\\nFought Ills battles o er again, 166.\\nFound out a gift for niy fair, 236.\\nFouutaiu troubled, 53.\\nFowl, tame villatie, 153.\\nFoxes have holes, 16.\\nFoxes that spoil the vines, 11.\\nFragments, gather up the, 20.\\nFrailty, thy name is woman, 100.\\nFramed to make woman false, 117.\\nFrance, order this better in, 379.\\nF ree as Nature first made man,\\n170.\\nFree livers on a small scale, 391.\\nFree, those who would be, 325.\\nFreedom from her mountain\\nheight, 342.\\nFreedom has a thousand charms,\\n263.\\nFreedom shrieked as Kosciusko\\nfell, 304.\\nFreedom to worship God, 343.\\nFreedom s banner, 342.\\nFreedom s battle once begun, 330.\\nFreedom s soil, 342.\\nFreeman, whom the truth makes\\nfree, 261.\\nFreeman s vote, 361.\\nFreewill, foreknowledge. 146.\\nFreeze thy young blood. \\\\Q3.\\nFrenchman, the brilliant, 263.\\nFrenchman s darling, 261.\\nFresh woods ami pastures, 156.\\nFretted the pigmy body, 167.\\nFriend after friend departs, 303.\\nFriend, house to lodge a, 184.\\nFriend, kuolling a departing, 66.\\nFriend, save me from my, 281.\\nFriend, sticketh closer than a, 8.\\nFriend, who hath not lost a, 303.\\nFriend, .a favorite has no, 243.\\nFriends and their adoption tried,\\n101.\\nFriends, backing of your, 62.\\nFriends, her dear five hundred,\\n259.\\nFriend s infirmities, 80.\\nFriends, not on my list of, 262.\\nFriends, three firm, 301.\\nFriendship but a name, 251.\\nFriendship, cement of the soul,\\n216.\\nFriendship, constant, save in love\\naffairs, 36.\\nFriendship, ne er knew joy, 209.\\nFrog, thus use your. 3 i i.\\nFrolics, a youth of, 194.\\nFront, his fair large. 148.\\nFront of battle lower, 277.\\nFrost, a killing, 74.\\nFrosty but kindly, 49.\\nFrosty Caucasus, 60.\\nFrown at pleasure, 221.\\nFruit, kuowu by his. 16.\\nFruit of sense, 197.\\nFruit of that forbidden tree, 140\\nFruit that mellowed long. 171.\\nFruit, the ripest, first tails, 60.\\nFruitless crown, 93.\\nFuel to the flame, 153.\\nFull fathom five, 29.\\nFull many a flower, 241.\\nFull many a gem, 241.\\nFull of wise saws. 50.\\nFull of strange oaths, 50.\\nFull resounding line, 204.\\nFull, without o erflowing, 136.\\nFulmined over Greece, 152.\\nFun grew fast and furious, 274.\\nFuneral baked meats, 101.\\nFury, abhorred shears of, 156.\\nFury, filled with, 244.\\nFury, full of sound and, 98.\\nFury of a patient man, 169.\\nFust in us unused, 113.\\nFustian so sublimely bad, 201.\\nGain, to die is, 23.\\nGale, note that swells the, 243.\\nGalileo with his woes, 327.\\nGall enough in thy ink, 57.\\nGallantry with politics, 272.\\nGalled jade, 110.\\nGallery critics, 258.\\nGalligaskins long withstood, 237\\nGalls his kibe, 114.\\nGarden and greenhouse too, 259.\\nGarish sun, 87.\\nGarland and singing robes, 371.\\nGarret, born in a, 337-\\nGarter, host of the, 32\\nGath, tell it not in, 3.\\nGather up the fragments, 20.\\nGather ye rosebuds, 134.\\nGathered every vice, 206.\\nGatherer and disposer, 126.\\nGay, and innocent as gay, 219.\\nGay gilded scenes, 181.\\nGay Lothario, 185.\\nGazelle, a dear, 315-\\nGem of ray serene, 241.\\nGem of the sea, 319.\\nGenius which can perish, 335.\\nGentle dulness, 205.\\nGentle, scan your brother, 275\\nGentle, yet not dull, 136.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0451.jp2"}, "448": {"fulltext": "432\\nGentleman and scholar, 276.\\nGentleman, first true, 137.\\nGentleman, the prince of darkness\\nis a, 82.\\nGentleman, who was then the,\\n405.\\nGentlemeu who wrote with ease,\\n203.\\nGeography, despite of, 163.\\nGeographers in Afric maps, 184.\\nGeorge, if his name be, 58.\\nGet money, boy, 128.\\nGet place and wealth. 128.\\nGet thee behind me, 17.\\nGhost, like an ill-used, 216.\\nGhost, there needs no, 104.\\nGhost, vex not his, 84.\\nGiant dies, tiiug but a stone, 225.\\nGiant, as when a, dies, 35.\\nGiants in the earth. 1.\\nGiant s strength, excellent, 34.\\nGibbets, unloaded the, .4.\\nGibes, where be vour, 114.\\nGift for my fair. 236.\\nGifte gie us. wad some power\\nthe, 275.\\nGift horse in the mouth, 408.\\nGift of fortune, 37.\\nGild, refined gold, 59.\\nGilead, is there no balm in, 13.\\nGilpin, long live he. 264.\\nGinger hot in the mouth, 56.\\nGirdle round about the earth. 40.\\nGirls, again be courted, 254.\\nGive every man thy ear, 102.\\nGive it an understanding, 101.\\nGive me a look. 127.\\nGive me an ounce of civet, 83.\\nGive me but what this ribbon\\nbound, 130.\\nGive neither poverty nor riches, 9.\\nGive sorrow words, 96.\\nGive the devil his due, 61\\nGive thy thoughts no tongue. 101.\\nGlare, maidens caught by, 324.\\nGlare of false science. 256.\\nGlass darkly, through a, 22.\\nGlass of fashion. 108.\\nGlass wherein the youth, 67.\\nGlimpses of the moon, 103.\\nGlory, alone with, 344.\\nGlory and shame, 23.\\nGlory and vain pomp, 74\\nGlory dies not, 281.\\nGlory obscured, 142.\\nGlory of an April day, 30.\\nGlory peep, into, 160.\\nGlory, rush to, 305.\\nGlory, set the stars of, 342.\\nGlory, the paths of, 241.\\nGlory, track the steps of, 535.\\nGlory, trailing clouds of, 292.\\nGlory waits, 317.\\nGlory, walked in, 286.\\nGlory s morning gate, 355.\\nGlove, O that I were a, 85.\\nGlow-worm, lend thee, 134.\\nGlow-wornrs uneffectualfire, 104\\nGnat, strain at a, 18.\\nGo and do thou likewise, 19.\\nGo call a coach, 216.\\nGo his halves, 366.\\nGo. poor devil, 379.\\nGo. Soul, the body s guest, 125.\\nGod all mercv, 220.\\nCod alone in*heaven, 334.\\nlied Almighty s gentleman, 168.\\nGod and mammon, 15.\\nGod, had I but served my, 74.\\nGod helps them that help them\\nselves, 377.\\nGod, just are the ways of. 153.\\nGod made the country, 257.\\nGod made this world so fair, 3u3.\\nGod moves in a mysterious way.\\n265.\\nGod of mv idolatry, 86.\\nCod or devil, 168.\\nGod save the king, 215.\\nGod tempers the wind, 380.\\nGod the Father. Cod the Son, 224\\nGod the first garden made. 137.\\nGod, the noblest work of, 191.\\nGod-given strength, 310.\\nCodlike reason, 113.\\nGodliness, cheerful, 285.\\nCods, how he will talk, 175.\\nGod s providence estranged, 346.\\nGold, all is not, that doth golden\\nseem, 407.\\nCold, all that glisters is not, 407.\\nGold, apples of. 9.\\nGold, bright and yellow, 348.\\nCold, gild refined, 59.\\nGolden bowl, 11.\\nGolden opinions. 91.\\nGolden sorrow, 73.\\nGolden story, 84:\\nGood, all things work togethei\\nfor, 20.\\nCood as she was fair. 350.\\nCoo 1. better made by ill. 3-50.\\nCood by stealth. 204.\\nGood die first. 292.\\nG\u00c2\u00abj I for us to be here. 17.\\nI Good, hold fast that which is, 23.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0452.jp2"}, "449": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n433\\nGood in everything, 4S.\\nGood, luxury of .loing. 246.\\nGood men and true, 37.\\nGood, men do, interred with their\\nbones, 78.\\nGood name better than ointment,\\n10.\\nGood name in man, 119.\\nGood news bates, 153.\\nGood-night to all, to each, 311.\\nGood, noble to be, 353.\\nGood old age, 1.\\nGood old rule, 285.\\nGood, pleasure, e;s?e, 190.\\nGood sense, gift of Heaven, 195.\\nflood set terms, 49.\\nGood, some fleeting, 246.\\nGood the gods provide thee. 166.\\nGood the more communicated,\\n149.\\nGood time coming, 314.\\nGood wine needs no bush, 53.\\nGoodly sight to see, 324.\\nGoodman Dull, 42.\\nGoodness in things evil. 69.\\nGoodness lead him not. 132.\\nGoodness never fearful, 35.\\nGoose-pen, write with a, 57.\\nGorgons and hydras, 146.\\nGory locks, 94.\\nGovernment, forms of, 190.\\nGovernment founded on compro-\\nmise, 383.\\nGowns, fellow with two, 33.\\nGrace beyond the reach of art,\\n196.\\nGrace, half so good a, 34.\\nG*race. purity of, 331.\\nGrace seated on his brow, 111.\\nGrace, sweet and attractive, 28,\\n148.\\nGrace, the melody of every, 134.\\nGrace, the power of. 304.\\nGrace was in all her steps, 150.\\nGraceless zealots. 190.\\nGrandam, soul of our, 57.\\nGrandmother Eve, 41.\\nGraudsire cut in alabaster, 44.\\nGrandsire phrase, 84.\\nGraudsire skilled in gestic lore,\\n247.\\nGrapes, have eaten sour, 13.\\nGrapple with hooks of steel, 101.\\nGrass, all flesh is. 12.\\nGrass, two blades grow, 1S4.\\nGrasshopper shall be a burden, 11.\\nGratitude, still small voice of,\\n240.\\n28\\nGratulations flow in streams un-\\nbounded, 215.\\nGrave, botanize upon. 291.\\nGrave, dread thing, 216.\\nGrave, earliest at his. 365.\\nGrave, glory leads but to the, 241.\\nGrave, glory or the. 305.\\nGrave, hungry as the, 22S.\\nGrave, laid low in my, 58.\\nGrave, Lucy is in her, 284.\\nGrave, thou art gone to the, 322\\nGrave to gay, 192.\\nGrave, where is thy victory, 22\\n208.\\nGrave where Laura lies, 124.\\nGrave, with sorrow to the, 1.\\nGraves are pilgrim shrines, 359.\\nGraves, dishonorable, 76.\\nGraves stood tenantless, 99.\\nGray hairs with sorrow, 1.\\nGray mare the better horse, 408\\nGreat, far above the, 239\\nGreat in villany, 5S.\\nGreat is truth. 14.\\nGreat lord of all things, 188.\\nGreat, none unhappy but the, 222.\\nGreat, some are born, 57.\\nGreat thoughts, 345.\\nGreat vulgar, 138.\\nGreat wits jump,- 408.\\nGreatness, and goodness, not\\nmeans, 301.\\nGreatness, farewell to all my, 73.\\nGreatness some achieve, 57.\\nGreece, and fulmiued over, 152.\\nGreece, beauties of exulting, 228.\\nGreece, but living Greece. 329.\\nGreece, isles of, 338.\\nI Grecian chisel trace, 312.\\nGreek, naturally as pigs squeak\\n161.\\nGreek, small Latin and less, 128.\\nGreek, to me, it was, 77.\\nGreeks, when Greeks joined, 175.\\nGreen bay tree. 6.\\nGreen be the turf. 358.\\nGreen old age. 171.\\nGreen pastures. 5.\\nGreenland s icy mountains, 323.\\nGreetings, where no kindness is,\\n288.\\nGrew like a double cherry. 40.\\nGreyhounds iu the slips. 68.\\nGrief, a plague of sighing and, 63.\\nGrid every one ran muster a, 37-\\nGrief of my absent child, 59.\\nGrief, of my distracting. 245.\\nGrief, or gave his father, 209.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0453.jp2"}, "450": {"fulltext": "434\\nGrief, in a glistering, 73.\\nGrief, that does not speak, 96.\\nGriefs, some are med einable, 81.\\nGriefs that harass the distressed.\\n232.\\nGrieve his heart, 95.\\nGrim-visaged war. 71.\\nGrind the faces of the poor, 12\\nGrinned horrible, 147.\\nGroan, anguish poured his. 233.\\nGroan, the knell, the pall, 358.\\nGroans, thy old, ring yet, 86.\\nGround, on classic, 181.\\nGround, haunted holy, 325.\\nGroves, God s first temples, 356.\\nGrow wiser and better, 176.\\nGrowth, grows with his, 189.\\nGrowth of mother earth, 288.\\nGrudge, ancient, 44.\\nGrundy, what will Mrs., say, 281.\\nGuardian-angel presiding, 349.\\nGudgeons, catched, 164.\\nGuest, speed the going, 203.\\nGuest, speed the parting, 210.\\nGuide, philosopher, and friend,\\n192.\\nGuftKST blind, 18.\\nGuinea, helps the hurt, 351.\\nGuinea, within the compass of, 391.\\nGuns, these vile, 61.\\nGipsies stealing children, 271.\\nHabit, costly thy. 102.\\nHabit, use doth breed. 31.\\nHabitation, a local, 40.\\nHabits, small. 269.\\nHad we never loved, 278.\\nHalf our knowledge we snatch,\\n103.\\nHail. Columbia. 282.\\nHail, holy light, 147.\\nHail, horrors, hail. 141.\\nHail to the chief. 312.\\nHail, wedded love, 149.\\nHair, beauty draws with a, 199\\nHair, dNtinsuish and divide, 161.\\nHair, ninth part of a, 64.\\nHair to stand on end, 103.\\nHairbreath s scapes, 116.\\nHairs in amber. 201.\\nHairs of your head numbered, 16.\\nHal, no more of that. 63.\\nHalf better than the whole, 392.\\nHalt between two opinions, 3.\\nHalter draw. 270.\\nHalter now fitted, 177\\nHamlet, at the close of the day,\\nHamlet, forefathers of the, 241\\nHammers closing rivets, 69, 182.\\nHand, against every man, 1.\\nHand beckons me away, 211\\nHand, can hold a fire in his, 60.\\nHand, cloud like a man s, 3.\\nHand, findeth to do, do it, 10.\\nHand in hand through life, 245\\nHand in his painted, 170\\nHand, leans her cheek uron. 85\\nHand, open as day, 67.\\nHand unlineal, 93.\\nHandle not, taste not, 23.\\nHandle s but a ninny, 214.\\nHands, folding of, 7.\\nHands promiscuously applied\\nHands, shake, with a king, 359.\\nHands that rounded Peter s\\ndome, 357.\\nHang a calf s skin, 58.\\nHang a doubt on, 120.\\nHang out our banners, 97.\\nHappier than I know, 150.\\nHappiness born a twin, 338.\\nHappiness, if we prize. 245.\\nHappiness our being s end, 190.\\nHappiness, that makes the heart\\nafraid, 347.\\nHappiness through another s\\neyes, 52.\\nHappiness too swiftly flies, 238.\\nHappiness, virtue alone is, 192.\\nHappy if I could sav how much,\\n36.\\nHappy soul, 133.\\nHappy the man. 172.\\nHarbingers to heaven, 138.\\nHard crab-tree. 162.\\nHark from the tombs. 225.\\nHark hark I the lark, 81.\\nHarmony in her eye, 134.\\nHarmony in souls, 47.\\nHarmony of the universe, 381.\\nHarmony, soul of, 158.\\nHarness, dead in his, 15.\\nHarness, girdeth on his, 3.\\nHarness on our back. 98.\\nHaroun, Alraschid. 353.\\nHarp of a thousand strings, 225\\nI Harp of Orpheus, 372.\\nHarp on Tara s walls. 316.\\nHarping on my daughter. 105\\nHarps upon the willows, 7.\\nHarrow up thy soul. 103.\\nj Hart ungalled play, 110.\\nj Harvest of a quiet eye, 291\\nI Harvest truly is plenteous, 16.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0454.jp2"}, "451": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n435\\nHast any philosophy in thee, 51.\\nHaste thee, nymph, 157.\\nHasten to be drunk, 169.\\nHat not the worse for wear, 264.\\nHate in the extreme, 210.\\nHated, needs but to be seen, 189.\\nHated with a hate, 340.\\nHater, a good, 234.\\nHating David, 168.\\nHatred, love turned to, 185.\\nHaughtiness of soul, 179-\\nHaughty spirit before a fall, 8.\\nHaunt, exempt from public, 48.\\nHaunts in dale, 302.\\nHavock, cry, 78.\\nHawk from a hand-saw, 106.\\nHazard of the die, 73.\\nHe best can paint, 207.\\nHe comes too near, 213.\\nHe fears his fate, 139.\\nHe gave to misery, 243.\\nHe is paid that s satisfied, 47.\\nHe jests at scars, 85.\\nHe knew what s what, 161.\\nHe lives to build, 226.\\nHe may run that readeth, 14.\\nHe mourns the dead, 218.\\nHe prayeth well, 298.\\nHe raised a mortal, 167.\\nHe that complies, 165.\\nHe that doth the ravens feed, 48.\\nHe that has light, 154.\\nHe that hath ears, 18.\\nHe that hides a dark soul, 154.\\nHe that is down, 163.\\nHe that is not with me, 19.\\nHe that is robbed, 120.\\nHe that loves a rosy cheek, 129.\\nHe that runs may read, 262.\\nHe that will his health deny, 177.\\nHe that would not when he\\nmight, 254,\\nHe thought as a sage, 256.\\nHe who fights, 402.\\nHead and front of, 116.\\nHead, a useful lesson to the, 261.\\nHead, hairs of your, 16.\\nHead, native to the heart, 99.\\nHead, off with his, 182.\\nHead, one small, 249.\\nHead, plays round the, 191.\\nHead, repairs his drooping, 156.\\nHead, to be let unfurnished, 161.\\nHead, the hoary, 8.\\nHead, uneasy lies the, 67.\\nHeads, hide their diminished, 147.\\nHeads houseless, 82.\\nHeads, sometimes so little, 374.\\nHealth, and competence, 191.\\nHeap of dust, 209.\\nHeard melodies, 343.\\nHearse, this sable, 128.\\nHeart, an arrow for the, 340.\\nHeart and lute, 321.\\nHeart, as he thinketh in his, 8.\\nHeart a transport know, 235.\\nHeart awake to flowers, 317.\\nHeart, a weed s plain, 363.\\nHeart, be not troubled, 20.\\nHeart, comes not to the, 191.\\nHeart distrusting asks. 250.\\nHeart felt along the, 287.\\nHeart give lesson to the head, 261.\\nHeart, heart of, 110.\\nHeart in my hand, 29.\\nHeart knoweth his own bitter-\\nHeart, man after his own, 2.\\nHeart, inerry goes all the day, 54\\nHeart, more native to, 99.\\nHeart, music in my, 284.\\nHeart, naked human, 219.\\nHeart, never melt into his, 289.\\nHeart, more native to the, 99.\\nHeart of a maiden, 319.\\nHeart on and up, 345.\\nHeart on her lips, 333.\\nHeart, of the abundance of, 16.\\nHeart, overfraught, 96.\\nHeart, ruddy drops of my sad, 77.\\nHeart, sick by hope deferred, 7.\\nHeart, tale to many a feeling, 300.\\nHeart, untainted, 70.\\nHeart upon my sleeve, 115.\\nHeart, untravelled turns to thee,\\n246.\\nHeart which others bleed for, 185.\\nHeart would fain deny, 97.\\nHeart-ache, to say we end the, 107.\\nHeartfelt joy, 191.\\nHearth, cricket on the, 157.\\nHearts, that human, endure, 232.\\nHearts beat high, 358.\\nHearts dry as summer dust, 292.\\nHearts in love use their own\\ntongues, 36.\\nHearts lie withered, 318.\\nHearts pour a thousand melo-\\ndies, 349.\\nHearts, steal away your, 79.\\nHearts, to live in, 305.\\nHeartstrings, were my dear, 119.\\nHeath, foot is on my native, 314.\\nHeaven all tranquillity, 316.\\nHeaven around us, 317.\\nHeaven, before high, 34.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0455.jp2"}, "452": {"fulltext": "436\\nINDEX.\\nHeaven, beholding, 315.\\nHeaven, better to serve in. 141.\\nHeaven, blessed part to, 75.\\nHeaven commences. 248.\\nHeaven doth with us, 33.\\nHeaven drowsy, 42.\\nHeaven, eve of, 60.\\nHeaven first taught letters, 206.\\ni leaven, floor of, 47.\\nHeaven further off, 347.\\nHeaven, gentle rain from, 45.\\nHeaven, (jod seen in, 334.\\nHeaven has no rage. 185.\\nHeaven hath a summer s day, 136.\\nHeaven in her eye, 150.\\nHeaven invites. 218.\\nHeaven, kindred points of, 288.\\nHeaven lies about us, 292.\\nHeaven, notaing true but, 321.\\nHeaven of hell, 141.\\nHeaven points an hereafter, 180.\\nHeaven sends us good meat, 237.\\nHeaven, smells to, 111.\\nHeaven, so much of, 286.\\nHeaven, spires point to. 294.\\ni -j: i\\nHeaven, to be young was, 296.\\nHeaven tries our virtues, 230.\\nHeaven not heaven, 133.\\nHeaven, winds of. 100.\\nHeaven-directed, 194.\\nHeavenly days, 285.\\nHeavenly eloquence, 169.\\nHeavenly hope, 322.\\nHeavens blaze forth the death of\\nprinces, 77.\\nHeaven s hand, argue uot against,\\n159.\\nHeavens, hung be the, 70.\\nHeaven s pavement. 143.\\nHebrew in the dying light, 355.\\nHeed, lest he fall. 22.\\nHeel of the courtier, 114.\\nHeight of this great argument,\\n140.\\nHeir of all the ages, 352.\\nHeir of fame. 159.\\nHeir to. that flesh is, 107.\\nHeirs unknown. l J4.\\nHelen s beauty in a brow of Egypt.\\n40.\\nHell, and feeling. 315.\\nHell breathes contagion, 111.\\nHell broke loose, 149.\\nHell I suffer seems a heaven, 148.\\nHell is paved with good inten-\\ntions, 234.\\nHell, it is in, suing long to bide, 28.\\nHell, making earth a, 324.\\nHell, no fury like a woman\\nscorned, 185.\\nHell of waters, 327.\\nI Hell, riches grow in, 143.\\nHell, terrible as, 146.\\nHell, the fear o\\\\ 275.\\nHell threatens, 218.\\nHell, to ears polite, 195\\nHell s concave, 142.\\nHenpecked you all, 337.\\nHercules, than I to. 100.\\nHere is the body pent, 303.\\nHere lies our sovereign, 174.\\nHere nor there, 121.\\nHereditary bondsmen, 325.\\nHere s to the maiden, 272.\\nHeritage of woe, 336.\\nHermit, man the, 304.\\nHero, conquering conies, 175.\\nHero perish or sparrow fall, 186.\\nHero to his valet, 398.\\nHerod, out-herods, 109.\\nHeyday in the blood, 112.\\nHidden soul of harmony. 158.\\nHide their diminished heads. 147.\\nHigh life furnishes high charac-\\nters, 193.\\nHigh on a throne of royal, 144.\\nHigh over-arched, 141, 151.\\nHighly, what thou wou dst, 90.\\nHill, a cot beside the, 349.\\nHills, heart beats strong amid, 345.\\nHills, o er the, and far away, 212.\\nHills peep o er hills, 190.\\nHim of the western dome, 169.\\nHind mated with the lion, 54.\\nHinderance and a help, 284.\\nHinges, pregnant, of the knee, 109.\\nHint, upon this, I spake, 117.\\nHip, I have thee on the, 46.\\nHis faithful clog, 187.\\nHis life can t be wrong, 190.\\nHis time is forever, 138.\\nHistories make men wise, 369.\\nHistory is philosophy teaching by\\nexamples, 376.\\nHistory, or by tale, 39\\nHistory read in a nation s e5?S\\n242.\\nHistory, this strange, eventful, 51\\nHit, a very palpable, 115.\\nHitches in a rhyme, 203.\\nHitherto shalt thou come, 5.\\nHoard of maxims preaching, 351\\nHoarse rough verse, 198.\\nHobson s choice, 396.\\nHog in Epicurus sty, 350-", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0456.jp2"}, "453": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n437\\nBold a candle, 214.\\nHole, Cse.sur might stop a, 114.\\nHolidav-rejoicing sj.irit 297.\\nHolily, what thou woukl st, 90.\\nHoly haunted ground, 325.\\nHoly text she strews, 242.\\nHoly writ, stolen from, 72.\\nHomage vice,pays to virtue, 376.\\nHome, best country is at, 246.\\nHome is on the deep 306.\\nHome, man goeth tc his long, 11.\\nHome no place like 345.\\nHome )f the brave, 363.\\nHome out of house and, 66.\\nHome, sweet home. 345-\\nHome to men s bosoms, 369.\\nHome-bound fancy, 354.\\nHome-keeping youth, 30.\\nHomer, all tue books you need,\\n175.\\nHomes, near a thousand, 283.\\nHonest man s the noblest work,\\n191.\\nHonest tale speeds best, 72.\\nHonesty, armed so strong in, 80.\\nHonor and shame, 191.\\nHonor, but an empty bubble, 166.\\nHonor, Falstaff s catechism on,\\n65.\\nHonor grip, feel your, 275-\\nHonor, jealous in, 50.\\nHonor, loved I not, more, 135.\\nHonor, new made, 58.\\nHonor, prophet not without, 16.\\nHonor, razed from the books of,\\n122.\\nHonor, the post of, 180.\\nHonor, to pluck bright, 62.\\nHonor s lodged, place where. 164.\\nHonors, gave to the world his, 75.\\nHonors thick upon him, 74.\\nHooks of steel, 101.\\nHoop s bewitching round, 235.\\nHope deferred, 7.\\nHope, farewell, 148.\\nHope, Heeting as tis fair, 323.\\nHope for a season bade farewell,\\n304.\\nHope, heavenly, is all serene, 322.\\nHope is brightest, 313.\\nHope never comes to all, 140.\\nHope, none without, 234.\\nHope, no other medicine but, 34.\\nHope springs eternal, 186.\\nHope, tender leaves of, 74.\\nHope told a nattering tale, 365.\\nHope, true, is swift, 73.\\nHope, while there s life, 213.\\nHope withering fled. 332.\\nHopes belied our fears. 346.\\nHopes, like towering falcons, 178.\\nHopes, my fondest, decay, 315.\\nHoratio, thou art as just a man,\\n109.\\nHorn, voice of that wild, 311.\\nHorrible imaginings, 89.\\nHorrors on horror s head, 121.\\nHorrors, supped full with, 97.\\nHorse, dearer than his, 351.\\nHorse, flying, 288.\\nHorse, gray mare the better, 407.\\nHorse-leech hath twodaughters,9.\\nHorse, my kingdom for a, 73.\\nHorsemanship, witch the world\\nwith, 64.\\nHospitable thoughts intent, 150.\\nHostages to fortune, 369.\\nHot and rebellious liquors, 48.\\nHour of glorious life. 314.\\nHour of lover s vows, 330.\\nHour of virtuous liberty, 180.\\nHour, pensioner of an, 217.\\nHour, some wee short, 277.\\nHour, the wonder of an, 324.\\nHour, torturing, 144.\\nHour s talk, 41.\\nHours I once enjoyed, 265.\\nHours, unheeded flew, 307.\\nHours, wise to talk with, 218.\\nHouse and home, 66.\\nHouse, daughter of my father s,\\n56.\\nHouse, ill spirit so fair a, 29.\\nHouse of feasting. 10.\\nHouse, prop of my. 46\\nHouse set iu order. 12.\\nHouse to be let for life, 131.\\nHousehold words, 69.\\nHouses, a plague o both the, 87.\\nHouses seem asleep, 289.\\nHousewife that s thrifty, 272.\\nHow are the mighty fallen, 3.\\nHow blessings brighten, 219.\\nHow charming is divine philoso-\\nphy, 154.\\nHow failing are the joys, 176.\\nHow fleet is a glance, 265.\\nHow happy is he born, 126.\\nHow happy with either, 212.\\nHow hard their lot, 256\\nHow sleep the brave, 244.\\nHow small of all that human\\nhearts endure, 232.\\nHow wags the world, 49.\\nHow we apples swim, 280.\\nHowards, blood of all the, 191", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0457.jp2"}, "454": {"fulltext": "438\\nINDEX.\\nHugged the offender, 169.\\nHum of army sound?. 69.\\nHum of mighty workings, 344.\\nHuman face divine, 147.\\nHuman race forget. 328.\\nHuman soul take wing, 336.\\nHuman, to err is. 198.\\nHuman, to step a i te is, 275.\\nHumanities of old religion, 301.\\nHumanity imitated, 109.\\nHumanity, sad music of. 288.\\nHumanity, suffering sad. 361.\\nHumanitv. wearisome condition\\nof. 125.\\nHumble livers in content, 73.\\nHumble port. 280.\\nHumility and modest stillness. 68.\\nHumility, pride that apes, 299.\\nHumor of it. 32.\\nHung be the heavens. 70.\\nHungry as the grave, 228.\\nHunt for a forgotten dream, 287.\\nHunter and the deer, a shade. 306.\\nHunting, the Devil designed. 172.\\nHunts in dreams. 351.\\nHurt cannot be much. 87.\\nHurt of the inside. 162.\\nHurt that honor feels, 351.\\nHusband cools, never answers till\\nher. 194.\\nHusband, truant. 337.\\nHusbandry, edge of. 102.\\nHush, mydearT lie still, 224.\\nHyacinthine locks, 14-.\\nHyperion to a satyr. 100.\\nHyperion s curls. 111.\\nHypocrisy pays to virtue, 376.\\nI am his highness dog. 210.\\nI am not only witty, 66.\\nI am Sir Oracle, 44.\\nI ask not proud philosophy, 306.\\nI can call spirits. 63.\\nI can fly or I can run. 155.\\n1 cannot eat but little meat, 123.\\nI care for nobody, 183.\\nI could not love thee dear so\\nmuch, 135.\\nt dare do all. 91.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2I dare not* wait upon I\\nwould. 91.\\nI do not love thee Dr. Fell, 176.\\nI give thee all, 321.\\nI give thee sixpence. 281.\\nI have found out a gift, 236.\\nI hear a voice. 211.\\nI know a bank. 40.\\nI know not. I ask not. 319.\\nI 11 make thee famous. 139.\\nI must be cruel, 112.\\nI owe you one. 279.\\nI remember. I remember. 347.\\nI smell a rat, 162, 409\\nI was all ear. 165.\\nI would not live alway, 4.\\nIce, be thou chaste \u00c2\u00bbs. 10S.\\nIce in June. 334.\\nIce. thick-ribbed. 35.\\nIdea of her life, 38.\\nIdea, teach th e voung. 227.\\nTde of March. 76.\\nIdiot, tale told by an, 98.\\nIdle a- a painted ship. 298.\\nIdler, busy world an. 259.\\nIdler is a watch. 2 2\\nIdolatry. God of my, 86.\\nIf all the world were young, 124\\nIf is the onlv peacemaker, 53.\\nIf it were done, 90.\\nIf part? allure thee. 191.\\nIgnorance, burst in. 103.\\nIgnorance is bliss,\\nIgnorance is the mother of devo-\\ntion. 17\\nIgnorance of weal!\\nIgnorantly read. 198.\\nIlium, topmost towers of, 124.\\nIll blows the wind. 403.\\nIll deeds. s$ght of. 59.\\nIll fares the land. 243.\\nIll-favored tiling, 52.\\nI 11 go his halves. 366.\\nIll-used ghost, 216.\\nIll wind turns none to good, 408.\\nIlls, bear those, we have. 108.\\nHis of life victorious. 274.\\nIlls, prey to hastening. 248.\\nIlls the scholar s life assail, 231.\\nIllumine what is dark, 140.\\nIllustrious predecessor. 382.\\nImage cut in ebon\\nImage of God in ebony. 374.\\nImage of good Queen Bess. 343.\\nImagination all compact. 40.\\nImagination, can, boast hues like\\nnature. 227.\\nImagination bodies forth, 40\\nImagination for his facts, 273.\\nImagination, study of. 38.\\nImagination, sweeten my, 83.\\nImaginings horrible. 89.\\nImbattled armies. 152.\\nImmemorial elms. 353.\\nImmodest words. 174.\\nImmortal, as they (juote, 99%\\nImmortal hate. 141.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0458.jp2"}, "455": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n439\\nTmmortal names, 358.\\nImmortal though no more, 325.\\nImmortal with a kiss, 124.\\nImmortality, longing after, 180.\\nImmortality quaff, 150.\\nImmortals never appear alone,\\n300.\\nImparadised in one another s\\narms, 148.\\nImpeachment, the soft, 271.\\nImpediment, marched without,\\n73.\\nImpediments in fancy s course, 55-\\nImpediments to great enterprises,\\nImperfections on my head, 104.\\nImperial Caesar dead, 114.\\nImperial ensign, 142.\\nImperial theme, 89.\\nImpious men bear sway, 180.\\nImpious to be sad, 220.\\nImportune, too proud to, 243.\\nImpossible she, 135.\\nImpossible, what is, can t be, 279.\\nImpotent conclusion, 117.\\nImprisoned wranglers, 260.\\nImpulse from a vernal wood, 290.\\nIn perfect phalanx, 142.\\nIn spite of nature, 162.\\nInactivity, masterly. 3S4.\\nIncapable of stain, 145.\\nIncarnadine seas, 93.\\nIncarnation of fat. dividends, 359.\\nIncrease of appetite, 100.\\nIndemnity for the past, 401.\\nIndependence let me share, 253.\\nIndependence now and forever,\\nIndex learning, 205.\\nIndia s coral strand, 323.\\nIndian, lo the poor, 187-\\nIndocti discant et anient, 199.\\nIndus to the Pole, 206.\\nInfancy, heaven about us in, 292.\\nInfinite deal of nothing, 44.\\nInfinite in faculties, 106.\\nInfirm of purpose, 92.\\nInfirmities, a friend should bear,\\n80.\\nInfirmity of noble minds, 156.\\nInfluence, unawed by, 323.\\nIngratitude, unkind as man s, 51.\\nIngredient is a devil, 118.\\nInhumanity to man, 277-\\nInk, gall enough in. 57.\\nInn, take mine ease in, 64.\\nInn, warmest welcome at an, 236.\\nInnocence and mirth, 333.\\nInnocent as gay, 219.\\nInnocent sleep, 92.\\nInordinate cup, 118.\\nInsane root, 89.\\nInsatiate archer, 217.\\nInsides, carrying three, 282.\\nInsolence of office, 107.\\nInstinct with music, 284.\\nInstincts unawares. 345.\\nInstruments to scourge us, 83.\\nInsubstantial pageant, 30.\\nInsults unavenged, 293.\\nIntellectual power, 293.\\nIntentions, hell paved with, 234.\\nIntercourse, speed the soft, 206.\\nIntolerable, not to be endured, 53.\\nIntuition, passionate, 294.\\nInventor, plague the. 90\\nInvisible spirit of wine, 118,\\nInward self-disparagement, 293.\\nInwardly digest, 26.\\nIron bars a cage, 135.\\nIron entered into his soul, 380.\\nIron, meddles with cold. 162.\\nIron tears down Pluto s cheek,\\n157.\\nIron, with a rod of, 25.\\nIs she not more than painting, 185.\\nIsles of Greece, 338.\\nIsles, ships that sailed for sunny,\\n355.\\nItching palm, 79.\\nIteration damnable, 61.\\nIthuriel with his spoar 149.\\nI ve lost a day, 218.\\nJade, let the galled, 110.\\nJails, the patron and the, 231.\\nJanus, two-headed, 43.\\nJealousy, beware of. 119.\\n.Jealousy, green-eyed monster,119.\\nJehu, like the driving of, 4.\\nJerusalem, if I forget thee, 7.\\nJesses were mv heart-strings, 119.\\nJest, and riddle of the world. 189.\\nJest and youthful jollity, 157.\\nJest be laughable, 43.\\nJest, his whole wit in a, 129.\\nJest, scornful, 232.\\nJests indebted to his memory, 273.\\nJest s prosperity, 43.\\nJew an Ebrew, 62.\\nJew, hath not a, eyes, 45.\\nJew, I thank thee, 46.\\nJew that Shakspeare drew, 210.\\nJewel, a precious, in his head, 48.\\nJewel in an Ethiop s ear. 85-\\nJewel of the just, 160", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0459.jp2"}, "456": {"fulltext": "440\\nINDEX\\nJewel of their souls, 119.\\nJewels five words long, 352.\\nJews might kiss and infidels\\nadore, 199.\\nJocund day, 87.\\nJohn, print it, some said, 173.\\nJoint, the time is out of, 105.\\nJoke, dulness ever loves a. 205.\\nJollitv. tipsy dance and, 153.\\nJolly place in times of old. 286.\\nJonson s learned sock. 1-5^.\\nJot, nor bate a. 159.\\nJourneys end in lovers meeting,\\n56.\\nJove laughs at lovers perjuries,\\n85, 172.\\nJove, like a painted, 170.\\nJove, the front of, 111.\\nJoy be unconfined, 326.\\nJoy forever, 343.\\nJoy, heartfelt, 191.\\nJoy rises in me, 301.\\nJoy. snatch a fearful, 238.\\nJoy, the luminous cloud, 301.\\nJoy, the oil of, 13.\\nJoy turns at the touch of. 267.\\nJoy which warriors feel, 313.\\nJoyful school days, 297.\\nJoyous prime, 27.\\nJoys departed, 210.\\nJoya faded like the dew, 304.\\nJoys flow from ourselves, 215.\\nJoys we dote upon, 176.\\nJudean, like the base, 122.\\nJudge among fooK 1 V.j.\\nJudge not by appearance, 20.\\nJudges, fool with, 263.\\nJudges the sentence -ign, 200.\\nJudgment falls upon a man, 374.\\nJudgment hoodwinked. 262.\\nJudgments as our watches, 196.\\nJudicious drank, 206.\\nJudicious grieve. 10 J.\\nJulius, ere fell the mightiest, 99.\\nJune, day in. 362.\\nJune, leafy month of, 298.\\nJune, seek ice in. 334.\\nJuno s eyes, lids of, 54.\\nJury guiltier than hiin they try,\\nJurymen may dine. 200.\\nJust are the ways of God, 153.\\nJu t as the tsvig is bent, 193.\\nJust hint a fault, 202.\\nJust knows, and\\nmore.\\nJustice, this even-handed, 9\\nJustice, unwhipped of, 82.\\nKaterfelto with hair on end. 260\\nKeep one parent from the sky. 202\\nKeeper, am I my brother s, 1.\\nKey that opes the palace of eter-\\nnity, 153.\\nKick against the pricks, 20.\\nKick may kill a sound divine, 264\\nKick where houor s lodged. 165.\\nKid, he down with the leopard, 12.\\nKidney, man of my, 32.\\nKin, a little more than, 99.\\nKin, makes the whole world. 75.\\nKin, prohibited degrees of, 165.\\nKind, fellow-feeling makes one\\nwondrous, 237.\\nKindle soft desire. 107.\\nKindness, milk of human, 90.\\nKing, anointed, 60.\\nKing, every inch a, 83.\\nKiii^r. here lies our sovereign, 174\\nKing, himself has followed her,\\n252.\\nKing of day, 227.\\nKing of France went up a hill, 183.\\nKing of good fellows, 70.\\nKing of shreds and patches, 112\\nKing, served my, 74.\\nKing Stephen was a worthy peer.\\nKing, the conscience of the, 106.\\nKingdom for a horse. 73.\\nKingdom, my mind to me a, 254.\\nKing s crown, 34.\\nKing s name a tower of strength,\\nKings it makes gods, 73.\\nKings, sad stories of. tj ,1.\\nKings, the right divine of, 205.\\nKings tyrants from policy, 381.\\nKiss, whole soul throug.i a, 352.\\nKiss, one kind. 23 I.\\nKiss to every sedge, 31.\\nKiss snatched hasty. 229.\\nKiss, with one long, 352.\\nKisses bring agiin. 35.\\nKisses, remembered. 353,\\nKitchen bred. 337.\\nKith nor kin, 254.\\nKitten, rather be a, 64.\\nKnave, how absolute the. is, 114\\nKnaves, untaught, 61.\\nKnee, crook the hinges of the, 10S\\nKnell overpowering. 340.\\nKnell rung by fairy hands, 244.\\nKnell that summons thee, 92.\\nKnell, the shroud. 219\\nKnew what s what. 1 51.\\nKnife, war to the, 324.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0460.jp2"}, "457": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n441\\nKnight, can make a belted, 278.\\nKnight s bones are dust. 300.\\nKnock and it shall be opened, 16.\\nKnock as you please, 209.\\nKnock at my ribs, 89.\\nKnotted and combined locks, 103.\\nKnow her was to love her, 350.\\nKnow then thyself, 188.\\nKnow ye the land, 331.\\nKnowledge, according to, 21.\\nKnow-ledge is, ourselves to know,\\n192.\\nKnowledge is power, 369.\\nKnowledge is- proud, 262.\\nKnown, to be forever, 137.\\nLabor and intent study, 372.\\nLabor, ease and alternate, 227.\\nLabor for my travel. 75.\\nLabor of love, 23.\\nLabor we delight in. 93.\\nLabor, youth of. 248.\\nLabored nothings, 197.\\nLaborer worthy of his reward, 24.\\nLaborers are few, 16.\\nLaekof wit, 105.\\nLadies be but young and fair. 49.\\nLadies intellectual, 337.\\nLadies whose eves rain influence,\\n158.\\nLady s in the case, 213.\\nLady protests too much. 110.\\nLaid on with a trowel. 47.\\nLamb, God tempers the wind to\\nthe shorn. 3S0.\\nLamb, one dead. 361.\\nLamb, skin of an innocent, 70.\\nLamb to the slaughter, 13.\\nLamb, Una, with her milk white,\\n291.\\nLamps in sepulchral urns. 263.\\nLamps shone o er fair women, 325.\\nLame and impotent conclusion,\\n117.\\nLand, bowels of the, 73.\\nLand flowing with milk, 2.\\nLand, know ye the, 331.\\nLand. light that never was on.\\n292.\\nLand, my own, my native, 309.\\nLand of brown heath, 310.\\nLand of scholars. 247.\\nLand of the cypress and myrtle,\\n331.\\nLand of the free, 363.\\nLand rats, 44.\\nfuind, they love their, because it\\nis their own, 359.\\nLand, what heaven hath done for\\nthis, 324.\\nLandscape tire the view, 229.\\nLanguage, nature s end of. 222.\\nLanguage, that those lips had.\\n264.\\nLanguage under the tropics, 138.\\nLanguages, feast of. 42.\\nLap it in Elysium, 154.\\nLap me in soft Lydian airs, 158.\\nLapland night, lovely as a, 288.\\nLards the lean earth. 62.\\nLarge streams from little foun\\ntains flow. 282.\\nLark at heaven s gate sings, 81.\\nLass, drink to the, 272.\\nLasses, then she made the, 277\\nLast at his cross. 385.\\nLast link is broken, 365.\\nLast, not least, in love. 78.\\nLast of all the Romans. 80.\\nLast rose of summer. 818-\\nLast to lay the old aside. 197.\\nLate, choosing and beginning, 151\\nLate, known too, 85-\\nLater star of dawn. 2S4.\\nLatin no more difficile. 161.\\nLaugh a siege to scorn. 97.\\nLaugh of the vacant mind, 248.\\nLaugh that win. 121.\\nLaugh, the world s dread. 228.\\nLaugh thee to scorn, 14.\\nLaugh where we must. 186.\\nLaugh, who but must, 202.\\nLaughing soil. 322.\\nLaughter holding both his sides,\\n157.\\nLavinia. she is, 84.\\nLaw and testimony. 12.\\nLaw, love is the fulfilling of, 21.\\nLaw, nothing is. that is not rea-\\nson. 379.\\nLaw, old father antic the. 61.\\nLaw, rich men rule the. 247.\\nLaw. seat of. is the bosom of\\nGod. 388.\\nLaw, seven hours to. 270.\\nLaw, sovereign, sits empress, 270\\nLaw which moulds a tear, 349.\\nLaw, windy side of the, 57.\\nLawful to do with mine own, 17.\\nLaws grind the poor. 247.\\nLaws of servitude, 170.\\nLaws or kings can cure. 232\\nLay, go forth my simple. 269.\\nLay me down to sleep, 404.\\nLay on. .Macduff, 98.\\nLeads to bewilder, 256.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0461.jp2"}, "458": {"fulltext": "442\\nLeaf, lade as a, 13.\\nLeaf of pity writ, 88.\\nLeaf, sear and yellow, 96.\\nLean fellow beats all conquerors,\\n136.\\nLeap, look before you, 164.\\nLeaps the live thunder, 326.\\nLearn of the Nautilus, 190.\\nLearned dust, 259.\\nLearned lumber, 198.\\nLearned reflect, 199.\\nLearning adjunct to ourself, 42.\\nLearning, inflamed with, 373.\\nLearning, little, dangerous, 196.\\nLearning, whence is thy, 212.\\nLearning wiser without books,\\n261.\\nLeast of two evils, 178, 408.\\nLeather or pruuello, 191.\\nLeave her to heaven, 104.\\nLeave no stone unturned, 392.\\nLeave, often took, 177\\nLeaves have their time to fall,\\n342.\\nLeer, assent with civil, 202.\\nLeft free the human will, 207.\\nLegion, my name is, 18.\\nLegs of time, 362.\\nLeisure, retired, 156.\\nLemonade and black eyes, 321.\\nLeopard change his spots, 13.\\nLess, beautifully, 178.\\nLess Greek, 128.\\nLess of two evils, 178.\\nLess than archangel, 142.\\nLet dearly, or let alone, 131.\\nLet dogs delight, 224.\\nLet Newton be, 204.\\nLet observation view, 231.\\nLet others hail the sun, 237.\\nLet the toast pass, 272.\\nLet those love now, 212.\\nLet those who always loved, 212.\\nLet us do or die, 27*7.\\nLethe wharf, 103.\\nLetters Cadmus gave, 339.\\nLexicon of youth, 350.\\nLiar of the first magnitude, 185.\\nLiberal education to love her. 378.\\nLibertine, tile air a chartered, OS.\\nLiberty and union, 387.\\nLife but an empty dream, 360.\\nLiberty, crimes in the name of,\\n385.\\nLiberty. I must have withal, 50.\\nLiberty or death, give me, 383.\\nLiberty s unclouded blaze, 359\\nLibrary was dukedom, 29.\\nLicense they mean when they cry\\nliberty, 159.\\nLick the dust, 6.\\nLicks the hand just raised, 186.\\nLids of Juno s eyes, 54.\\nLie direct, 53.\\nLie, nothing can need a, 132.\\nLief not be, as live to be, 76.\\nLiege of loiterers, 42.\\nLies like truth, 98.\\nLife a galling load, 276.\\nLife a walking shadow, 98.\\nLife at a pin s fee, 103.\\nLife, best portion of a good man s,\\nblandishments of, 183.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0blood of our enterprise, 64.\\ncare a an enemy to, 55.\\nowded hour of, 314\\nilv lie;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ath in\\n;her\\n121.\\n1st of, 26.\\nis right, 137.\\nis, 213.\\ns, 127.\\nloathed, 35.\\nnothing became him, like\\nthe leaving it, 89.\\nof the building. 93.\\npleasant in the morning, 276.\\nprotracted, woe, 231.\\nled With\\ntedious\\ndeep,\\n73.\\npun, 156.\\nvice-told tale,\\nLife, the wave of, 346.\\nLife, the wine of, 93.\\nLife, variety s the since of, 259.\\nLife was gentle. 80.\\nLife, web of our, 55.\\nLife while there s hope, 213.\\nLife s a jest, 213.\\nLife s a poor player, 98.\\nLife s but an empty dream, 360.\\nLife s common way, 285.\\nLife s dull round, 236.\\nLife s enchanted cup, 325.\\nLife s fitful fever, 94.\\nLife s great end, 221.\\nLife s morning march, 305.\\nLife s poor play is o er, 190.\\nLife s tale, 300.\\nLight a-foot, 86.\\nLight, burning and a shining, 19.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0462.jp2"}, "459": {"fulltext": "443\\nUght.casting a dim, religious, 157.\\nLight fantastic toe. 157.\\nLight for aftertimes, 297.\\nLight heaven sheds, 318.\\nLight in woman s eyes, 319.\\nLight is sweet, 11.\\nLight of a dark eye, 326.\\nLight of hope, 3u5.\\nLight of love, 331.\\nLight of the Majonian star, 199.\\nLight of the world, 15.\\nLight seeking light, 41.\\nLight, swift-winged arrows of, 265.\\nLight that visits these sad eyes,\\n240.\\nLight that led astray, 277.\\nLight that never was on sea or\\nland, 292.\\nLight, walk while ye have, 20.\\nLight within his own breast, 154.\\nLights, burning, 19.\\nLights of mild philosophy, 179.\\nLights that mislead the morn, 35.\\nLike a Ibrked radish, 67.\\nLike a passing thought, 277.\\nLike a wounded suake, 197.\\nLike Aaron s serpent, 189.\\nLike angel s visits, 176, 305.\\nLike, but oh how different, 288.\\nLike following life, 193.\\nLike the base Judean, 122.\\nLike the dew on the mountain,\\n312.\\nLike, we shall not look upon his,\\n101.\\nLilies of the field, consider the, 15.\\nLily, to paint the, 59.\\nLimbs, recreant, 58.\\nLimits of a vulgar fate, 239.\\nLine he could wish to blot, 234.\\nLine, in the very first, 251.\\nLine too labors, 198.\\nLine upon line, 12.\\nLine, we carved not a, 344.\\nLineaments of gospel-books, 28.\\nLinen, you re wearing out, 347.\\nLines fallen in pleasant places, 5.\\nLink is broken, 365-\\nLinked sweetness, 158.\\nLinked with one virtue, 332.\\nLion among ladies, 40.\\nLion, beard the, 311.\\nLion-heart, lord of the, 253.\\nLion in the lobby roar, 401.\\nLion in the way, 9.\\nLion, lip of a, 68.\\nLion, living dog better than a\\ndead, 10.\\nLion mated with the hind, 54\\nLiou, the devil as a roaring, 25.\\nLion s hide, thou wear a, 58\\nLion s mane, dew-drop from, 75.\\nLip. anger of his, 57.\\nLip, coral, admires, 159.\\nLip, I ne er saw nectar on a, 272\\nLip, vermeil tinctured, 155.\\nLips, had language, 264.\\nLips, heart on her, 333.\\nLips, smile on her. 311.\\nLips, steeped to the, 361.\\nLips suck forth my soul, 124.\\nLips, take away those, 35.\\nLips, tremble, 207.\\nLips were four red roses, 72.\\nLips were red, 133.\\nLips, when I ope my, 44.\\nLiquid dew of youth, 101.\\nLiquors, hot and rebellious, 48.\\nLisped in numbers, 201.\\nLittle foxes, spoil the vines, 11.\\nLittle learning dangerous, 196-\\nLittle leaven, 22.\\nLittle month, 100.\\nLittle more than kin, 99.\\nLittle one a thousand, 13.\\nLive alway, I would not, 4.\\nLive laborious days, 156.\\nLive, taught us how to, 211.\\nLive to piea-:e, must please to live,\\n232.\\nLive unseen, unknown, 208.\\nLive while you live, 230.\\nLive with them, less sweet, 318.\\nLively to severe, 192.\\nLivery, evening in her sober, 148.\\nLivery of heaven, 345.\\nLives, lovely and pleasant in their-\\n3.\\nLives most who thinks, 354.\\nLives of great men, 360.\\nLo, the poor Indian, 187.\\nLoan, loses itself and friend, 102.\\nLobster, boiled, like a, 164.\\nLocal habitation and a name, 40.\\nLocks, hyacinthine, 148.\\nLocks, never shake thy gory, 94.\\nLodge in some vast wilderness, 257\\nLodgings in unfurnished head,\\n161.\\nLofty and sour, 75\\nLoins be girded, 19.\\nLong choosing, 161\\nLong drawn aisle, 241.\\nLong majestic march, 204.\\nLonging after immortality, 180.\\nLook, a lean and hungry, 77.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0463.jp2"}, "460": {"fulltext": "444\\nINDEX.\\nLook before you leap. 123. 164.\\nLook drew audience, 145.\\nLook, longing, lingering, 242.\\nLook not upon the wine, 8.\\nLook on her face, 199.\\nLook round the habitable world,\\n171.\\nLook upon this picture, 111.\\nLooked and loved, 52.\\nLooked unutterable things. 228.\\nLooker-on here in Vienna, 36.\\nLooking before and afrer, 113.\\nLooks commercing with the skies,\\n156.\\nLooks, the cottage might adorn,\\n250.\\nLooks through nature, 192.\\nLooks, with despatchful, 150.\\nLooming bastion. 352.\\nLoop-holes of retreat, 260.\\nLoose his beard, 21U.\\nLord among wits, 263.\\nLord chasteneth, 24.\\nLord Fanny spins a thousand\\nsuch, 203.\\nLord hath taken away, 4.\\nLord of -ill things, 188.\\nLord of folded arms. 42.\\nLord of himself, 126. 336.\\nLord of nature s work-. 27.\\nLord of thy presence, 58.\\nLord s anointed temple, 93.\\nLords of human kind. 247.\\nLords of ladies intellectual, 337.\\nLords, stories of great, 279.\\nLords, women who love their, 245.\\nLore, skilled in gestic, 247.\\nLoss, promise to his, 26.\\nLosses, fellow that hath had, 38.\\nLost, all save honor, 397.\\nLost, who neither won nor, 256.\\nLoth to depart, 177.\\nLothario, gallant, gay, 185.\\nLot s wife, remember, 19.\\nLoud surges lash, 198.\\nLove, all ministers of. 299.\\nLove, an unrelenting foe to, 229.\\nLove and hate in like extreme, 210.\\nLove and then to part, 300.\\nLove at first sight, 124.\\nLove, beggary in. 80.\\nLove can hope, 234.\\nLove cannot die. 296.\\nLove casteth out fear, 25.\\nLove-darting eyes, 155.\\nLove, deep as first. 353.\\nLove, ecstacy of. 105.\\nLove endures no tie, 172.\\nLove, free as air, 207.\\nLove, greater hath no man, 20.\\nLove, if there s delight in, 185.\\nLove in every gesture. 150.\\nLove in peace and war, 308.\\nLove in such a wilderness, 307.\\nLove in tears, 312.\\nLove is a boy, 163.\\nLove is heaven, 308.\\nLove is light from heaven, 330.\\nLove is the fulfilling of the law\\n21.\\nLove is the gift of heaven, 309.\\nLove, tabor of, 23.\\nLove, last not least in. 78.\\nLove, let those now, 212.\\nLove, live with me. and be my,\\n124.\\nLove looks not with the eyes, 39.\\nLove lost between us. 252.\\nLove, ministers of, 299.\\nLove must needs be blind. 302.\\nLove never did run smooth, 39.\\nLove of life increased with years,\\n267.\\nLove of praise. 222.\\nLove of women, 338.\\nLove on through all ills, 316.\\nLove, pity s akin to, 181.\\nLove prove variable. 86.\\nLove, purple light of. 239.\\nLove rules the court, 308.\\nLove seeth with the heart, 302.\\nLove, she never told her, 56.\\nlight is good. 57.\\nLove the offender, 207.\\nLove, the secret sympathy, 309.\\nLove, the silver link. 300.\\nLove thyself last. 74.\\nLove to hatred turned, 185.\\nLove to me was wonderful, 3.\\nLove, true, is the gift of Heaven,\\n309.\\nLove tunes the shepherd s reed\\n308.\\nLove, wroth with one we, 299.\\nLove s like a red rose. 278.\\nLove s proper hue, 151.\\nLove s young dream, 318.\\nLoves, nobler, 291.\\nLoved and lost, better to have. 352.\\nLoved not wisely, 122.\\nLoved to plead, lament, 310.\\nLoved without hope, 234.\\nLovelier things have mercy shown,\\nLoveliness needs no ornament,\\n228.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0464.jp2"}, "461": {"fulltext": "445\\nLovely in death, 219.\\nLovely in their lives, 3.\\nLover to listening maid, 356.\\nLover with a woful ballad, 50.\\nLover, why so pale, 133.\\nLover s perjuries, 85.\\nLovers love the western star,\\n308.\\nLower, can fall no, 163.\\nLowly born, better to be, 73.\\nLucent sirups. 343.\\nLucifer, falls like, 74.\\nLucifer, son of the morning, 12\\nLucky chance, 228.\\nLucre, not greedy of filthy, 23.\\nLumber, learned, 198.\\nLunatic, lover, and the poet, 40.\\nLunes, old, 32.\\nLustre I ne er could any see, 272.\\nLute, listened to a, 355.\\nLuxury, blesses his stars and\\nthinks it, 179.\\nLuxury cursed by heaven s de-\\ncree, 250.\\nLuxury in self-dispraise, 293\\nLuxury of doing good, 246.\\nLuxury of woe, 321.\\nLuxury to be, 300.\\nLydian airs, lap me in, 158.\\nLying, easy as, 111.\\nLying, this world is given to, 65.\\nLyre, each mood of the, 321.\\nLyre, waked to ecstasy, 241.\\nMacassar, incomparable, 337.\\nMacbeth does murder sleep, 92.\\nMacduff, lay on, 98.\\nMacGregor, my name is. 314.\\nMachiavel had ne er a trick, 165.\\nMad, an undevout astronomer is,\\n222.\\nMad, pleasure in being, 171.\\nMad, that he is, t is true, 105.\\nMadden round the land, 200.\\nMadden to crime, 331.\\nMadness, great wits allied to, 167.\\nMadness in the brain, 299.\\nMadness lies that way, 82.\\nMadness, method in it, 105.\\nMadness, moody. 238.\\nMadness, moonstruck, 157.\\nMadness to defer, 217.\\nMadness would gambol from, 112.\\nMaeonian star, light of, 199.\\nMagic numbers, 185.\\nMagic of a name, 304.\\nMagic of the miud, 332.\\nMaid, the chariest, 101.\\nMaid, none to love and praise,\\n284.\\nMaid, who modestly conceals,\\n235.\\nMaiden betrayed for gold, 310.\\nMaiden meditation, 40.\\nMaiden of bashful fifteen, 272.\\nMaiden shame, blush of, 356.\\nMaidens, like moths, 324.\\nMaidens withering on the stalk,\\n291.\\nMaids who love the moon, 31 E\\nMain chance. 164.\\nMajestic silence, 322.\\nMajestic, though in ruin, 145\\nMake two lovers happy, 209.\\nMaking night hideous 103.\\nMaking the green one red, 93.\\nMalice, set down aught in, 122.\\nMalice to conceal, 148.\\nMammon (and God) ye cannct\\nserve, 15.\\nMammon, the least erected spirit,\\n143.\\nMammon wins his way, 324.\\nMan, a Christian is the highest\\nstyle of, 220.\\nMan, abridgment of, 251.\\nMan a debtor to his profession,\\nMan a fooi at forty, 218.\\nMan, a proper, as one shall see,\\nMan, a sadder and a wiser, 298\\nMan after his desert, 106.\\nMan after his own heart. 2.\\nMan, all may do what has been\\ndone by, 221.\\nMan, architect of his own fortune,\\nMan, as good kill\\na book,\\nMan bear his own burden, 23.\\nMan, better spared a better, 65.\\nMan, blind old, of Seio, 331.\\nMan, broken with the storms of\\nstate, 75.\\nMan, child is father of the, 283.\\nMan, dare do all that may become\\na. 91.\\nMan, what, dare, I dare, 94.\\nMan, despised, old, 82.\\nMan delights not me, 106.\\nMan dressed in a little brief au-\\nthority, 34.\\nMan, dull ear of a drowsy, 59.\\nMan, expatiate free o er all this\\nscene of, 186.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0465.jp2"}, "462": {"fulltext": "446\\nMan forget not, though in rags\\nMan, reading maketh the full,\\nhe lies, 237.\\n369.\\nMan, free as nature first made,\\nMan recovered of the bite, 251.\\n170.\\nMan, remote from, 211.\\nMan, give the world assurance of\\nMan, scan your brother, 275.\\na, 112.\\nMan shall not live by bread alone,\\nMan goeth to his long home, 11.\\n15.\\nMan, good, old, 38.\\nMan soweth, that shall he reap,\\nMan, happy the, 172.\\n23.\\nMan hath always treasures, 301.\\nMan, stagger like a drunken, 6.\\nMan, he felt as a, 256.\\nMan struggling in the storms of\\nfate, 209.\\nMan, honest, the nohlest work,\\n196.\\nMan, study of mankind is, 188.\\nMan, I love not, the less, 328.\\nMan, take him for all in all, 101.\\nMan is born unto trouble, 4.\\nMan, teach you more of, 290.\\nMan is his own star. 191.\\nMan, thankless, inconsistent, 218.\\nMan is one world, 132.\\nMan that blushes is not quite a\\nMan is the nobler growth, 268.\\nbrute. 221.\\nMan lay down his life, 20.\\nMan that hails you Tom, 266.\\nMan, let him pass for a, 44.\\nMan that hangs on princes fa-\\nMan, little better than the wicked,\\nvors, 74.\\n61.\\nMan that hath a tongue, 31.\\nMan, little round, fat, oily, 229.\\nMan that hath friends, 8.\\nMan. living dead. 31.\\nMan that hath no music, 47.\\nMan made the town, 257.\\nMan that meddles with cold iron,\\nMan made us citizens, 363.\\n162.\\nMan makes a death. 220.\\nMan, the foremost, of all this\\nMan, maik the perfect, 6.\\nworld, 79\\nMan, mildest mannered, 338.\\nMan, the fury of a patient, 169.\\nMan, mind the standard of, 225.\\nMan, the good, never dies, 303.\\nMan never is, but always to be\\nMan the hermit sighed, 304.\\nblest, 186.\\nMan, the wisest, who is not wise\\nat all, 283.\\nMan, no, suddenly good, 368.\\nMan, not good to be alone, 1.\\nMau, this is the state of, 73.\\nMan. not passion s slave, 110.\\nMan, this was a, 80.\\nMau not suddenly evil, 368.\\nMan, thou art the, 3.\\nMan of a cheese-paring, 67.\\nMan of mettle, 226.\\nMan to all the country dear, 248.\\nMan under his fig-tree, 14.\\nMan of morals, 138.\\nMan, virtuous and vicious every,\\nMan of my kidney, 32.\\nmust be, 189.\\nMan of pleasure, man of pains,\\nMan wants but little, 220, 251.\\n221.\\nMan, well-favored, 37.\\nMan of Ross, 195.\\nMan, what a piece of work is,\\nMan of such a feeble temper, 76.\\n106.\\nMan of the world, 263.\\nMan. what can an old, do but\\nMan of unbounded stomach, 75.\\ndie, 347.\\nMan of wisdom is the man of\\nMan, where the good, meets his\\nyears, 221.\\nfate, 219.\\nMan of woe, not always a, 308.\\nMan who turnips cries, 234.\\nMan, old, eloquent, 159.\\nMan, wished heaven had made\\nMan, pity the sorrows of a poor\\nher such a, 117.\\nold, 280.\\nMan with him was God or deviL\\nMan pray eth well and best, 298.\\n168.\\nMan, prentice han she tried on,\\nMan with large gray eyes, 283.\\n277.\\nMan without a tear, 307.\\nMan, press not a falling, 73.\\nMan with soul so dead, 309.\\nMan, profited, for what is, 17.\\nMan, worth makes the, 191.\\nMan proposes, God disposes, 366.\\nMane, hand upon thy, 329.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0466.jp2"}, "463": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n447\\nManichean god, 261.\\nMankind, men think their little\\nset, 269.\\nMankind, surrey, from China to\\nPeru, 281.\\nMankind, wisest, brightest, mean-\\nest of, 191.\\nMankind s epitome, 168.\\nManna, his tongue dropped. 144.\\nManners, evil communications\\ncorrupt good. 22.\\nManners, of gentle. 209.\\nManners with fortunes, 193.\\nMan s best things. 345.\\nMan s first disobedience. 140.\\nMan s house his castle-, 370.\\nMan s inhumanity to man. 277.\\nMan s love a thing apart, 338.\\nMan s as true as steel, 86.\\nMan s the gowd for a that, 278.\\nMansions, in my Father s house,\\n20.\\nMantle of the standing pool, 82.\\nMany a time and oft, 45.\\nMany are called, 17.\\nMany-headed monster, 313.\\nMany labor for the one, 332.\\nMar what s well, 81.\\nMarathon, gray, 325.\\nMarathon looks on the sea, 339.\\nMarble, sleep in dull, cold, 74.\\nMarble to retain. 333.\\nMarble with his name, 195.\\nMarcellus exiled feels, 191.\\nMarch, beware the Ides of, 76.\\nMarch, in life s morning, 305.\\nMarch is o er the mountain waves.\\n306.\\nMarch, the stormy, 356.\\nMarcia towers above her sex, 179.\\nMare, gray, the better horse, 407.\\nMargin, a meadow of, 272.\\nMariners of England, 306.\\nMark, death loves a shining, 221.\\nMark the archer little meant, 314.\\nMark the perfect man. 6.\\nMarlborough s eyes, 231.\\nMarmion. the last words of, 311.\\nMarred the lofty line. 310.\\nMarriage bell, merry as a. 326.\\nMarriage of true minds, 122.\\nMarriage tables, 101.\\nMarried to immortal verse, 158\\nMarry ancient people, 374.\\nMars, an eye like. 111.\\nMarshal s truncheon, 34.\\nMarshal st me the way, 92.\\nMartial cloak around him, 344.\\nMartyrdom of John Rogers, 404.\\nMartyrs, blood of the, 393.\\nMary hath chosen that good part.\\n19.\\nMast, nail to the, 362.\\nMast of some great ammiral, 141\\nMaster Brook, think of that, 32.\\nMaster passion in the breast, 1S9\\nMasters, spread yourselves, 3 i\\nMaster-spirits of this age, 78.\\nMatter will re-word, 112,\\nMattock and the grave, 219.\\nMaturest counsels dash, 144\\nMaudlin poetess, 200.\\nMaxims preaching down a daugh\\nter s heart, 351.\\nMay, chills the lap of. 246.\\nMay I govern my passion, 176.\\nMaytime and cheerful dawn, 286.\\nMaze, a mighty, 186.\\nMaze, mirthful, 247.\\nMazes, wandering, lost, 146.\\nMeadows brown and sear, 356.\\nMeadows paint with delight, 43.\\nMeadows trim with daisies pied,\\n158.\\nMeaner beauties of the night. 126.\\nMeans of evil out of good. 141.\\nMeans, the end justifies the, 178.\\nMeasure, to tread a, on the grass,\\n42.\\nMeasures, not men, 252.\\nMeat, I cannot eat but little, 123.\\nMeats, funeral baked, 101.\\nMeccas of the mind, 359\\nMeddles with cold iron, 162.\\nMedes and Persians, law of, 14.\\nMedicine, miserable have no oth-\\ner, 34.\\nMedicine thee to sleep, 120.\\nMedicine to make me love him,\\n62.\\nMeditation, fancy free, 40.\\nMeditative spleen, 293.\\nMeed of some melodious tear, 156.\\nMeek eyed morn, 227.\\nMeet-like a pleasant thought, 286,\\nMeeting points the hair dissever\\n200.\\nMelancholy days, 356.\\nMelancholy, green and yellow, 58\\nMelancholy main. 229.\\nMelancholy marked him, 243.\\nMelancholy, moping, 151.\\nMelancholy, most musical, 157.\\nMelancholy of mine own, 52.\\nMelodies, heard, are sweet, 343\\nMelodies, thousand, 349.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0467.jp2"}, "464": {"fulltext": "448\\n[NDEX.\\nMelodious tear, 156.\\nMelody, crack the voice of. 352.\\nMelody of every grace, 131.\\nMellowing of occasion, 42.\\nMeilowing year, 155.\\nMelrose, if tuou wouldst view,\\nMelting mood, 122.\\nMemory, dear .-on of. 159.\\nMemory hoids a seat. 104.\\nMemory indebted for Ms jests,\\nin.\\nMemory, morning star of. 330.\\nMemory of all he stole. 305.\\nMemory, pluck from tae.\\nMemory, table of my. li 4.\\nMemory! throng into my. 153.\\nMemory ventricle of. is.\\nMemory, Walton s heavenly. 290.\\nMemory, warder of the brain. 91.\\nMemory watc-ii.--. y.4.\\nMen. all. have their price, 378..\\nMen, all things to aU, 22.\\nMen are April when they woo, 52.\\nMen are but children. ITU.\\nMen. are you good and true. 37.\\nMen, beneath the rule of, 350.\\nMen, busy hum of, 153.\\n.Men bv losing rendered sager.\\n333.\\nMen cradled into poetry, 341.\\nMen. deceivers ever, 37.\\nMen draw near their eternal\\nhome, 133.\\nMen drawn as they ought to be,\\n250.\\nMen, fortv thousand went up a\\nhill, 183.\\nMen have died, not for love. 52.\\nMen. impious. bear sway, 180.\\nMen, in the catalogue, 93.\\nMen. justify the ways of God to,\\n140.\\nMen, lives of great, remind us,\\n360.\\nMen, masters of their fates, 76.\\nMen may live fools 22\\nMen, moulded out of faults, 36.\\nMen must be tau_\\nMen of inward lig ifc, 16e\\nMen of sense approve. 193.\\nMen only disagree, 146.\\nMen remote from, 211.\\nMen! rich, rule the law, 247. ___\\nMen! schemes of mice and. 275.\\nMen, sleek-headed. 77.\\nMen, some, to business take,\\n194.\\nMen that are fat, 77.\\nMen, the evil they do lives after\\nthem, 78.\\nMen think all men mortal, 218.\\nMen think their little set man-\\nkind, 269.\\nMen. tide in the affairs of, 80.\\nMen were deceivers ever, 37.\\nMen, what, dare do, 38.\\nMen, what other, think, 76.\\nMen, when bad, combine, 332.\\nMen who their duties know, 2 ;9.\\nMen, world knows nothing of it3\\ngreatest, 354.\\nMen would be angels, 187.\\nMeu s business and bosoms. 369.\\nMen s evil manners. 75.\\nMerchants do congregate, 44.\\nMerchants are prince-. 12.\\nMercy, a God all, 220.\\nMercy and truth are met, 6.\\nMercy, I to others show, 208.\\nMercy is not strained. 45.\\nMercy, nobility s true badge, 84.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2ons justice, 46.\\nMercy, shut the gates of, 242.\\n_ led farewell, 332.\\nMercy, temper justice with, 151.\\nMercy we pray for. 46.\\nMerit, her. lessened yours, 235.\\nMerit, molest men dumb on their\\nown, 279.\\nMerit, raised by. 144.\\nMerit wins the soul, 200.\\nMerits, be kind to. 177-\\nMermaid, things done at the, 129.\\nMerriment, flushes of. 114.\\nMerry as the day is long. 36.\\nMerry in hall when beards wag all,\\n123.\\nMerrv when I hear sweet music,\\n47.\\nMetal, more attractive, 110.\\nMetal, sonorous, 142.\\nMetaphysic wit. high as, 161.\\nMeteor flag of England, 306.\\nMeteor, streamed like a. 240.\\nMeteor streaming to the wind,\\n142.\\nMethod in madness. 105.\\nMethod of making a fortune. 243.\\nMetre ballad-monger-. 64.\\nMetre of an antique song, 122.\\nMettle, grasp it like a man of.\\nMewing his mighty youth. 373", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0468.jp2"}, "465": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n449\\nMice, and such small Jeer. 82.\\nMice, best laid schemes of, 275.\\nMice, litMe, stole in and out, 132.\\nMiching mallceho, 110.\\nMiddle age, 312.\\nMidnight dances, 209.\\nMidnight oil consumed, 212.\\nMidnight revels, 143.\\nMidnight shout and revelry, 153.\\nMidst of life. 26.\\nMien, vice is a monster of so\\nfrightful, 189.\\nMight, he that would not when\\nhe, 254.\\nMight say her body thought, 126.\\nMightiest in the mightiest, 46.\\nMighty, how are the, fallen, 3.\\nMighty minds of old, 297.\\nMile, measured many a, 43.\\nMiles, travel twelve stoat, 283.\\nMilitia, rude, swarms, 169.\\nMilk and water, 0, 333.\\nMilk of human kindness, 90.\\nMill, brook that turns a, 349.\\nMillions for defence, 3S5.\\nMillions of spiritual creatures,\\n149.\\nMillions of surprises, 132.\\nMillions ready saddled, 376.\\nMillions yet to be, 358.\\nMill-stone about his neck, 19.\\nMilton, mute, inglorious, 242.\\nBlind, be fully persuaded in, 21.\\nMind, diseased, minister to a, 97.\\nMind, farewell the tranquil, 120.\\nMind, fleet is a glance of the, 265.\\nMind forbids to crave, 255.\\nMind, gives to her, what he steals\\nfrom her youth, 235.\\nMind is its own place, 141.\\nMind is the standard of the man,\\n225.\\nMind, laugh of the vacant, 248.\\nMind, magic of the, 332.\\nMind, Meccas of the, 359.\\nMind, men talk only to conceal\\ntheir, 222.\\nMind, musing in his sullen, 27.\\nMind, noble, o erthrown, 108.\\nMind, out of, out of sight, 125.\\nMind, she had a frugal, 264.\\nMind to me a kingdom is, 254.\\nMind to mind, 309.\\nMind, unconquerable, 285.\\nMinds are not ever craving, 273.\\nMind s construction, 90.\\nMind s eye, Horatio, 101.\\nMinds innocent and quiet, 135\\nMinds that have nothing to con-\\nfer, 284.\\nMine be a cot, 349.\\nMine host of the Garter, 32.\\nMine own, do what I will with, 17.\\nMinions of the moon. 61.\\nMinister, one fair spirit for my,\\n328.\\nMinister to a mind diseased, 9\\nMinistering angel, 311.\\nMinisters of love, 299.\\nMinnows, Triton of the, 76.\\nMiracle instead of wit, 223.\\nMirror to a gaping age. 359.\\nMirror up to nature, 109.\\nMirth, and innocence, 333.\\nMirth grew fast and furious, 274.\\nMirth into folly, 314.\\nMirth, limit of becoming, 41.\\nMirth, string attuned to, 347.\\nMirth, you have displaced the, 94.\\nMiserable comforters, 4.\\nMiserable, no other medicine, 34.\\nMiserable to be weak, 141.\\nMiseries, in shallows and in, 80.\\nMiser s pensioner, 291.\\nMisery, a tear to, 243.\\nMisery acquaints a man with\\nstrange bedfellows, 29.\\nMisery, steeped to the lips in, 361.\\nMisery s darkest cavern, 233.\\nMist of years, 324.\\nMistress of herself, tho china fall,\\n194.\\nMisty mountain tops, 87.\\nMixture of earth s mould, 154.\\nMoan of doves, 353.\\nMob of gentlemen, 203.\\nMockery of woe, 209.\\nMorkerv, unreal, 94.\\nModes of faith, 190.\\nModesty, bounds of, 87\\nModule of earth, 60.\\nMoment, give to God each, 230\\nMoments make the year, 223.\\nMonarch of all I survey, 265.\\nMonarchies, mightiest, 145.\\nMonarchs, change perplexes, 142.\\nMonastic brotherhood, 293.\\nMoney much as twill bring, 163\\nMoney, put in thv purse, 117.\\nMoney, still get, 128.\\nMoney the root of all evil, 24.\\nMongrel, puppy, whelp, 251.\\nMonster, a faultless, 175.\\nMonster, green-eyed, 119.\\nMonster of the pit, 204.\\nMonth, a little, 100.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0469.jp2"}, "466": {"fulltext": "450\\nINDEX.\\nMonths without an R, 398.\\nMonument, patience ou a, 56.\\nMood, listening, 312.\\nMood, that blessed, 287.\\nMood, unused to the melting,\\n122.\\nMoody madness, 238.\\nMoon,auld,in her arms, 404.\\nMoon, be a dog and bay the, 79.\\nMoon, by yonder blessed, 86.\\nMoon is made of green cheese,\\n408.\\nMoon looks on brooks, 317.\\nMoon, pluck honor from the pale-\\nfaced. 62.\\nMoon shine at full or no, 164.\\nMoon, silent as the, 152.\\nMoon sits arbitress, 143.\\nMoon takes up the wondrous tale,\\n181.\\nMoon, that monthly changes, 86.\\nMoon, the inconstant, 86.\\nMoon s an arrant thief, 88.\\nMoonlight sleeps upon this bank,\\n47.\\nMoonstruck madness. 151.\\nMoor, lady married to the, 291.\\nMoral, to point a, 231.\\nMorality expires, 206.\\nMorality i perplexed, 3S2.\\nWore blessed to give, 20.\\nMore in heaven than dreamt of,\\n104.\\nMore in sorrow than anger, 101.\\nMore is meant than meets the ear,\\n157.\\nMore safe I sing, 150.\\nMore sinned against, 82.\\nMore than kin, 99.\\nMore than painting can express,\\n185.\\nMore than the Pope of Rome, 162.\\nMore tilings in heaven and earth,\\n104.\\nMorn and liquid dew, 101,\\nMorn of toil. 312.\\nMorn risen on midnoon, 149, 295.\\nMorn to noon he fell, 143.\\nMorn, tresses like the, 155.\\nMorn with rosy steps, 149.\\nMorning drumbeat circles the\\nearth, 388.\\nMorning stars sang together, 5.\\nMorrow, good-night till, 86.\\nMorrow, no thought for the, 16.\\nMortal, all men think all men,\\n218.\\nMortal coil, 107.\\nMortal, through a crown s dis-\\nguise, 237.\\nMortal to the skies, he raised a,\\n167.\\nMortality, thoughts of, cordial to\\nthe soul, 375.\\nMortality s too weak, 176.\\nMortals, some feelings are Co, giv-\\nen, 312.\\nMortals, to command success, 179\\nMotes that people the sunbeams\\n156.\\nMother, happy he with such a, 353\\nMother in Israel, 2.\\nMother is a mother still, 300.\\nMother of arts a in I eloquence, 152.\\nMother, the holiest thing alive,\\n300.\\nMoth, the desire of the. 341.\\nMoths, maidens like, 324.\\nMotionless torrents, 300.\\nMotley is the only wear, 49.\\nMould, ethereal, 145.\\nMould, mixture of earth s, 154.\\nMould of form, 108.\\nMoulder piecemeal, 330.\\nMountain, robes the, 304.\\nMountain tops, misty, 87.\\nMountain waves, her march is\\no er the, 306.\\nMountains, Greenland s icy. 323.\\nMountains make enemies, 257.\\nMounting in hot haste, 326.\\nMourn, lacks time to, 354.\\nMourned, the loved and, 327.\\nMourning, the oil of joy for, 13.\\nMousing owl, 93.\\nMouth, gift horse in the, 408.\\nMouth, out of thine own, 19.\\nMouth, put an enemy in their,118-\\nMouths a sentence, 256.\\nMouths of wisest censure, 118.\\nMouths without hands, 169.\\nMuck, run a, 203.\\nMultitude of counsellors, 7\\nMultitude of sins, 25.\\nMultitudinous seas, 93.\\nMurder a specious name, 223.\\nMurder, one, made a villain, 255.\\nMurder, one to destroy, 223.\\nMurder though it have no tongue,\\n107.\\nMurders, twenty mortal, 94.\\nMurmurs, hollow, died away, 244\\nMurmurs of running brooks, 291.\\nMusic, discourse most excellent,\\n111.\\nMusic hath charms to soothe. 185", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0470.jp2"}, "467": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n451\\nMusic, heavenly maid, 244.\\nMusic, his very foot has, 267.\\nMusic in my heart, 284.\\nMusic, instinct with, 284.\\nMusic, neeer merry when I hear,\\n47.\\nMusic of her face. 134. 331.\\nMusic of humanity, 288.\\nMusic of running brooks, 291.\\nMusic of village bells, 261.\\nMusic slumbers in the shell, 349.\\nMusic, sphere- descended maid,\\n244.\\nMusic the food of love, 55.\\nMusic, the man that hath no, 47.\\nMusic when soft voices die, 341.\\nMusic with euamel d stones, 31.\\nMusic with its voluptuous swell,\\n325.\\nMusical as is Apollo s lute, 155.\\nMusical most melancholy, 157\\nMusic s golden tongue. 343.\\nMusing on companions, 310.\\nMusing the fire burned, 6.\\nMuskets aimed at duck or plover,\\n270.\\nMute nature mourns, 309.\\nMuttons, to return to our, 366.\\nMy Father made them all, 261.\\nMy father s brother. 100.\\nMy kingdom for a horse, 73.\\nMy native land, good-night, 324.\\nMy own my native land, 309.\\nMy poverty not my will, 88.\\nMy prophetic soul, 103.\\nMy sentence is for open, war, 144.\\nMy voice is still for war, 179.\\nMyriads of rivulets, 353.\\nMyrtle, cypress and, 331.\\nMyself, in awe of such a thing as\\nI, 76.\\nMystery, burden of the, 287.\\nMystery, heart of my, 111.\\nMystery of mysteries, 314.\\nNaiad of the strand, 312.\\nNaiad or a grace, 312.\\nNaked human heart, 219.\\nNaked to my enemies, 74.\\nNaked villany, 72.\\nNail to the mast, 362.\\nName, a good, better than pre-\\ncious ointment, 10.\\nName at which the world grew\\npale, 231.\\nName, deed without a, 95.\\nName, filches from me my good,\\n119\\nName in print, 334.\\nName is Legion, 18.\\nName is MacGregor, 314.\\nName, local habitation and a, 40\\nName, mark the marble with his\\n195.\\nName, Phoebus, what a, 335.\\nName, the magic of a, 304.\\nName, what s in a, 85.\\nNames, the few immortal, 358.\\nNames which never were, 53.\\nNaps, old John, 53.\\nNarcissa s last words, 193.\\nNarrow human wit, 196.\\nNarrow isthmus, 315.\\nNathan said to David, 3.\\nNation, a small one a strong, 13.\\nNation exalted by righteousness,\\n8.\\nNation, noble and puissant, 373.\\nNations drop of a bucket, 12.\\nNations, cheap defence of, 3S1.\\nNations, mountains make enemies\\nof, 257.\\nNative and to the manner born,\\n102.\\nNative hue of resolution, 108.\\nNative wood-notes wild, 158.\\nNatural in him to please, 167.\\nNaturalists observe a flea, 184.\\nNature affrighted, recoils, 382.\\nNature and nature s laws, 204.\\nNature broke the die, 335.\\nNature cannot miss, 172.\\nNature, commonplace of, 286.\\nNature could no farther go, 172.\\nNature, extremes in, 195.\\nNature, force of, 172.\\nNature formed but one such, 335.\\nNature framed stnuige fellows, 43.\\nNature, the mirror up to, 109.\\nNature holds communion, 356.\\nNature. I do fear thy, 90.\\nNature, in spite of, 162.\\nNature is but art unknown, 188.\\nNature is suhdued to what it\\nworks in, 122.\\nNature is the art of God, 222.\\nNature lost in art, 245.\\nNature made thee to temper man,\\n174.\\nNature made us men, 363.\\nNature might stand up, SO.\\nNature mourns when the poet\\nNature never did betray, 288.\\nNature never lends her excellence,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0471.jp2"}, "468": {"fulltext": "452\\nINDEX.\\nNature, no compunctious visit-\\nings of, 90.\\nNature, no such thing in, 175.\\nNature, one touch of, 75.\\nNature sighing through all her\\nworks. 151.\\nNature subdued like the dyer s\\nhand, 122.\\nNature, sullenness against, 372.\\nNature to advantage dre-se I. D7.\\nNature up to nature s God, 192.\\nNature, voice of, 242.\\nNature, who can paint like, 227.\\nNature s chief m.usterpiece, 175.\\nNature s cockloft empty, 375.\\nNature s evening comment, 290.\\nNature s journeymen. 109.\\nNature s noblemen, 229.\\nNature s own sweet cunning\\nhand. 55.\\nNature s prentice hand, 277.\\nNature s second cour.-e, 92.\\nNature s soft nurse, 67.\\nNature s sweet restorer, 217.\\nNature s teachings, 356.\\nNature s walks, 186.\\nNavies are stranded, 313.\\nNazareth, good come out of, 19.\\nNeat-handed Phyllis. 158.\\nNecessity, make a virtue of, 409.\\nNecessity, tiie tyrant s plea, 148.\\nNectar on a iip, 2~,Z.\\nNectared sweet.-. 155.\\nNeed, deserted at his utmost, 166.\\nNeedful, one thing is, 19.\\nNeedle, true as the, 256.\\nNeedle true, like the, 267.\\nNeedle turns at touch, 267.\\nNeedless Alexandrine, 197.\\nNeither here nor there, 121.\\nNestor swear, though, 43.\\nNests, birds of the air have, 16.\\nNests, no birds in last year s. 8 i j.\\nNettle danger, 62.\\nNettle, tender-handed stroke a,\\n226.\\nNever ending flight of days, 145.\\nNever ending, still beginning, lb 6-\\nNever-failing friends, 297.\\nNever less alone, 349.\\nNever loved sae blindly, 278.\\nNever met or never parted, 278. I\\nNew-made honor, 58.\\nNew spangled ore, 156.\\nNews, bringer of unwelcome, 66. i\\nNicanor dead in his harness, 15.\\nNick, our old, 165.\\nNight and chaos, 147\\nNight and storm and\\n326.\\nNight, azure robe of. 342.\\nNight, beauty like the, 336.\\nNight, day brougat back my, 159\\nNight, empty vaulted, 154.\\nNight, endless. 239.\\nNight foUows the day, 102.\\nXi_.it. f.dr good, 311.\\nNight hideous, 103, 205.\\nNig.it. how beautiful is, 296.\\nNight in Kussia. 33.\\nNight joint laborer, 99.\\nNight, meaner beauties of. 126\\nNight of fearful dreams, 72.\\nNight, silver lining on tne, 154.\\nNigat that fordoes me, 121.\\nNight, upon the cheek of. .85.\\nNight, witching time of, 111.\\nNightingale, music in, 31.\\nNightingale was mute! 355.\\nNightingale s note, 330.\\nNightly pitch my moving tent,\\nNights are wholesome, 99.\\nNight s candles, 87.\\nNimshi, son of, 4.\\nNinth part of a hair, 64.\\nNinny, Handel a but a, 214.\\nNiobe, all tears, 100.\\nNiobe of nations, 327.\\nNo hammers fell, 322.\\nNo more of that, Hal, 63.\\nNo pent-up Utica, 323.\\nNo love lost, 410.\\nNo reckoning made, 104.\\nNobility, betwixt the wind and\\nhis, 61.\\nNobility s true badge, 84.\\nNoble in reason, 106.\\nNoble to be good, 254, a53.\\nNobler loves, and nobler cares,\\n29]\\nNoblest mind contentment has,\\n27.\\nNoblest Raman of them all, 80.\\nNoblest work of God, 191.\\nNobody cares for me. 183.\\nNods a, id becks, 157.\\nNoise of conflict, 150.\\nNoise of endless wars, 147\\nNone but the brave, i66.\\nNone but the great unhappy. 222.\\nNone knew thee but to lore. 358.\\nNone without hope loved, 234.\\nNook, seat in poetic, 341\\nNooks to lie and read in, 341.\\nNoon of thought, 268.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0472.jp2"}, "469": {"fulltext": "L\\\\DEX.\\n453\\nNoon, sailing on obscene wings,\\nathwart the, 299.\\nNoon to dewy eve, 143.\\nNorth, unripened beauties of the,\\n179.\\nNorval, my name is, 245.\\nNose, nose, jolly red nose, 403.\\nNot a stone tell where I lie, 208.\\nNot dead but gone before, 349.\\nNot in the vein, 72.\\nNot of an age, 128.\\nNot one immoral thought, 234.\\nNot only hating David, 168.\\nNot she with traitrous kiss, 365.\\nNot to know me argues yourselves\\nunknown, 149.\\nNot to speak it profanely, 109.\\nNot what we wish, 273.\\nNote of preparation, 69.\\nNote that sweUs the gale, 243.\\nNotes, a c hiel s amang you takin\\n275.\\nNotes sweet by distance, 244.\\nNoticeable man. 283.\\nNothing, an infinite deal of. 44.\\nNothing before, and nothing be-\\nhind, 299.\\nNothing extenuate, 122.\\nNothing if not critical, 117.\\nNothing long, 168.\\nNourisher in life s feast. 92.\\nNow came still evening. 148.\\nNow fitted the halter, 177.\\nNow morn with rosy steps, 149.\\nNow a the day. 277.\\nNullum quod tetigit. 233.\\nNumbers, divinity in odd, 32.\\nNumbers, lisped in, 201.\\nNun, the holy time is quiet as a,\\n289.\\nNurse of arms, 247.\\nNurse of manly sentiment, 381.\\nNursing wrath to krep it warm,\\n274.\\nNutmeg-graters, be rough as, 226.\\nNymph, in thy orisois, 108.\\nNympholepsy of despair, 327.\\nOath, he that imposes an, 164.\\nOath, mouth-filling, 64.\\nObdured breast, 146.\\nObliged by hunger, 201.\\nObliging that he ne er obliged,\\n202.\\nOblivion, razure of, 38.\\nObservance, the breach than. 102.\\nObservations, ourselves make.\\n193.\\nObserved of all observers. 108.\\nObstruction, to lie in cold, 35.\\nOccasion, mellowing of, 42.\\nOcean, a painted, 298.\\nOcean, deep bosom of the, 71.\\nOcean, I have loved thee, 329.\\nOcean leans against the land. 247.\\nOcean s mane, the, 344.\\nOcular proof. 120.\\nOdd numbers, divinity in, 32.\\nOdious in woollen, 193.\\nOdors crushed are sweeter, 350.\\nOdors when violets sicken, 341.\\nO er the glad waters, 332.\\nO er the hills, 212.\\nOf all the girls, 216.\\nOff with his head. 182.\\nOffence from amorous causes, 199.\\nOffence is rank, 111.\\nOffender, she hugged the, 169.\\nOffice, hath but a losing, 66.\\nOfficer, fear each bush an, 71.\\nOffices of prayer and praise. 292.\\nOffspring of heaven s first-born,\\n147.\\nOft in the stilly night, 320.\\nOh wad some power, 275.\\nOil, consumed the midnight, 212.\\nOily man of God, 229.\\nOld age of cards, 194.\\nOld familiar faces, 297.\\nOld father antic, 61.\\nOld friends are best, 374.\\nOld Grimes is dead, 364.\\nOld iron rang, 162.\\nOld man, despised, 82.\\nOld man do, but die, 347\\nOld man eloquent, 159.\\nOld men s dream, 168.\\nOld Nick, 165.\\nOld tale often told, 310.\\nOld wood to burn, 396.\\nOliver, Rowland for an, 396.\\nOmega, Alpha and, 25.\\nOn her white breast, 199.\\nOn life s vast ocean, 189.\\nOnce more unto the breach, 68.\\nOne fell swoop, 96.\\nOne for rhyme, 163.\\nOne for sense, 163.\\nOne is as God made him, 367.\\nOne kind kiss before we part. 230\\nOne line, could wish to blot, 234.\\nOne more unfortunate, 346.\\nOne murder made a villain, 255.\\nOne native charm, 250.\\nOne of those heavenly days, 285.\\nOne science for genius, 196", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0473.jp2"}, "470": {"fulltext": "4o4\\nINDEX.\\nOne self approving hour, 191.\\nOne that hath, unto every, 18.\\nOne, the many must labor for\\nthe, 332.\\nOne touch of nature, 75.\\nOne when content, no more to de-\\nsire, 367.\\nOnward, bear up and steer right,\\n151.\\nOpen rebuke, 9.\\nOpinion still, of his own, 165.\\nOpinions backed by a wager, 333.\\nOpinions, golden, 91.\\nOpinions, halt ye between two, 3.\\nOpinions, stiff in, 168.\\nOppressor s wrong, 107.\\nOptics sharp it needs, 270.\\nOptics, turn upon t, 165.\\nOracle, I am Sir, 44.\\nOracle of God, 140.\\nOrator as Brutus, 79.\\nOrators repair, 152.\\nOrators, very good, 52.\\nOrb in orb. 150.\\nOrder is Heaven s first law, 190.\\nOrder of your going, 95.\\nOrder this matter in Prance, 379.\\nOre, new-spangled, 156.\\nOrgan, most miraculous, 107\\nOrient pearl, sowed the earth, 149.\\nOrmu/, and of lnd, 144.\\nOrnament to his profession, 369.\\nOrpheus, soul of, 157.\\nOrthodoxy is my doxy, 400.\\nOthello s occupation s gone, 120.\\nOur acts our angels are, 129.\\nOut, brief candle. 98.\\nOut-lierods Herod, 109.\\nOut of mind, out of sight. 125.\\nOut of this nettle danger. 62.\\nOutrun the constable, 163.\\nOutward form and feature, 302.\\nOver violent or over civil, 188.\\nOvercome evil with good, 21.\\nOwl, hawked at by a mousing, 93.\\nOwl that shrieked, 92.\\nOwlet atheism. 299.\\nOwn, do, what I will with mine, 17.\\nOx, better than a stalled. 8.\\nOx-lips and the nodding violet. 40.\\nOyster, then the world \\\\s mine. 32.\\nOysters not good without an K in\\nthe month, 396.\\nPack, as a huntsman his, 251.\\nPagan suckled in a creed. 289.\\nPageant, insubstantial. 30.\\nPaid well, that is satisfied, 47.\\nPain, a stranger yet to, 238.\\nPain, die of a rose in aromatic, 187\\nPain, heart that never feels a, 235.\\nPain is lessened by, 84.\\nPain, the labor we delight in phys-\\nics, 93.\\nPain, tender for another s, 238.\\nPain, to sigh yet feel no, 320.\\nPain, to smile in, 221.\\nPains, pleasure in poetic, 258.\\nPaint the lily, 59.\\nPaint them best, who feel them\\nmost, 207.\\nPainted Jove, 170.\\nPainter, flattering, 250.\\nPainting, than, can express, 185.\\nPalace and a prison, 327.\\nPalace of the soul, 324.\\nPalaces, gorgeous. 30.\\nPale cast of thought, 108.\\nPale-faced moon, 62.\\nPale his uneffectual fire, 104.\\nPale, prithee, why so, 133.\\nPale, unripened beauties, 179.\\nPaliuurus nodded, 206.\\nPalm, bear the. 76.\\nPalm, like some tall, 322.\\nPalmy state of Rome, 99.\\nPalpable and familiar, 302.\\nPalpable hit, 115.\\nPalpable obscure, 145.\\nPalsied eld, 34.\\nPalter in a double sense, 98.\\nPangs of despised love, 107.\\nPangs of guilty power, 233.\\nPansies for thoughts, 113.\\nPantaloon, slippered, 50.\\nPanting time, 252.\\nPaper bullets of the brain, 37.\\nPaper mill, 71.\\nParadise beyond compare, 303.\\nParadise of fools, 147.\\nParadise, opening, 243.\\nParadise, walked in, 355.\\nParadisaical pleasures, 243.\\nParallel, none but himself can be\\nhis, 182.\\nParchment undo a man, 70.\\nPard. bearded like the, 50.\\nParent of good. 149.\\nParents pissed into the skies, 264\\nParish church, way to, 50.\\nParson bemused in beer, 200.\\nParson, there goes the, 265.\\nPartake the gale, 192.\\nParthenon, earth proudly wears\\nthe, 357.\\nParting is sueh sweet sorrow, 86", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0474.jp2"}, "471": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n455\\nPartitions thin their bounds di-\\nvide, 188.\\nParts of one stupendous whole,\\n188.\\nParty, gave up to, what was meant\\nfor mankind. 250.\\nPassages that lead to nothing,\\n243.\\nPasseth show. 100.\\nPassing fair, is she not 31.\\nPassing rich, 248.\\nPassing t range, 117.\\nPassing thought, 277.\\nPassiou, govern my, 176\\nPassion, haunted me like a, 2S7.\\nPassion is the gale, 189.\\nPassiou. the ruling. 193. 195.\\nPassion, till our, dies, 13/.\\nPassion to tatters, 109.\\nPassions fly with life, 296.\\nPast all surgery, 118.\\nPastors, ungracious, 101.\\nPastures and fresh woods, 156.\\nPastures, he down in green, 5.\\nPatches, a king of shreds and,\\n112.\\nPate, you beat your, 209.\\nPaths of glory, 241.\\nPaths of joy and woe, 245.\\nPaths are peace, 7.\\nPatience ana sorrow strove. 83.\\nPatience, office to speak, 38.\\nPatience on a monument, 56\\nPatience, preacheth, 132.\\nPatient merit, 107.\\nPatient minister to himself, 97.\\nPatines of bright gold, 47.\\nPatriot s boast. 246.\\nPause, an awful, 217.\\nPeace, all her paths are. 7.\\nPeace and rest cau never dwell,\\n140.\\nPeace, first in, 385.\\nPeace for the wicked, 13.\\nPeace hath her victories, 159.\\nPeace in the world, 320.\\nPeace, in thy right hand, 74-\\nPeace, solitude and calls it, 331.\\nPeace nor ease of heart, 26i\\nPeace, piping time of, 72.\\nPeace, slept in, 75.\\n!V;ife when there is no, 13.\\nPealing anthem, 241.\\nPearl, sowed the earth with ori-\\nent, 149.\\nPearl, threw away, 122.\\nPearls at random strung, 269.\\nPearls before swine, 16\\nPearls did grow, how, 133.\\nPearls, who search for, 170.\\nPeasantry, country s pride, 248.\\nPebbles, as gathering, 152.\\nPebbles on the sea-shore, 375-\\nPeiops line, 157.\\nPelting of this storm, 82.\\nPen from an angel s wing, 290.\\nPen, famous by my, 139.\\nPen mightier than the sword,\\n350.\\nPen of a ready writer, 6.\\nPen, product of a scoffer s, 293.\\nPenalties of idleness, 206.\\nPendulum, man thou, 327\\nPen s a stanza, 201.\\nPenned it down, 173.\\nPensioner, a miser s, 291.\\nPensioner of an hour, 217.\\nPensive discontent, 28.\\nPentameter falling in melody,\\n300.\\nPeople, thy, shall be my, 2.\\nPeople s prayer, 168.\\nPeople s right maintain, 323.\\nPerdition catch my soul, 118.\\nPerfect love, 25.\\nPerfect woman, 286.\\nPerfumes of Arabia, 96.\\nPerfumes will not sweeten this\\nlittle hand, 96.\\nPeri at the gate, 315.\\nPeril in thine eye, 85.\\nPerilous edge of battle, 141.\\nPerilous shot, 69.\\nPerjuries, lovers 85.\\nPersian s heaven. 321.\\nPersuaded, let every man be, 21.\\nPersuasion ripened into faith,\\n294.\\nPersons, no respect of, 20\\nPerverts the prophets, 335.\\nPeter s dome, 357.\\nPetticoat, feet beneath her, 132.\\nPetty pace, 9S.\\nPhalanx, in perfect, 142.\\nPhantasma, like a, 77.\\nPhantoms of hope, 232.\\nPhilistines be upon thee, 2.\\nPhilip and Mary, lt 5.\\nPhilip drunk. 391.\\nPhilosopher that could bear the\\ntoothache. 39.\\nPhilosophy, adversity s sweet\\nmilk, 87.\\nPhilosophy, dreamt of in your\\n104:\\nL-", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0475.jp2"}, "472": {"fulltext": "456\\nINDEX.\\nPhilosophy, false, and vain wis-\\ndom, 146.\\nPhilosophy, hast any, in thee. 51.\\nPhilosophy, light of mild, 17y.\\nPhilosophy, proud. J6.\\nPhilosophy, search of deep, 137.\\nPhilosophy, teaching by exam-\\npies. 376.\\nPhoebus gins arise, 81.\\nPhoebus, what a name. 335.\\nPhyllis, neat-handed, 153\\nPhyrric dauee. 339.\\nPhysic, take, pomp, 82.\\nPhysic to the dogs. 97.\\nPhysician, heal thyself, 18.\\nPhysician, is there no. 13.\\nPia mater, womb of, 42.\\nPicture, look here upon this, 111.\\nPictures eyes make, 302.\\nPictures of silyer, 9.\\nPiece, fauitlt^s. 1l\u00c2\u00ab6.\\nPierian spring. 196.\\nPigmies are pigmies still. 221.\\nPigmy body, fretted to decay 167.\\nPigs squeak, as naturally as. 161.\\nPilgrim shrines, 359.\\nPillar of State. 145.\\nPilot of the Galilean Lake, 156.\\nPinch, a lean-faced villain, 31.\\nPine with fear, 28.\\nPiues. silent sea of, 300.\\nPink of courte-\\nPin*s fee, set my life at a, 103.\\nPinto, thou liar of the first mag-\\nnitude. 185.\\nPiny mountain, 302.\\nPipe for fortune s finger. 110.\\nPiping time of peace, 72.\\nPitch, he that toueheth. 14.\\nPitch my moving tent, 303.\\nPitcher be broken, 11.\\nPitiful, t was wondrous. 117.\\nPity, challenge double, 124.\\nPity gave ere charity began. 249.\\nPity, he hath a tear for, 67.\\nPity, leaf of. 88.\\nPitv melts the mind to love. 168.\\nPity of it. Iago, 121.\\nPity swells the tide of love. 219.\\nPity- the sorrows of a poor old\\nman, 280.\\nPitv. then embrace, 189.\\nPity s akiu to love. 181.\\nPitv tis, tis true. 105.\\nPlace, jolly, in times of old, 286-\\nPlace that has known him. 4.\\nPlace where the tree falleth. 10.\\nPlaces, lines in pleasant, 5.\\nPlagiare among authors. 374.\\nPlague o both the houses, 87.\\nPlague of all cowards, 62.\\nPlague of sighiug, 63.\\nPlague of such backing, 62.\\nPlain as a pike-staff, 2o3.\\nPlain tale, 63.\\nPlan, the simple, 285.\\nPlanet, under a rhyming, 39.\\nPlants, such in the earth, 133.\\nPlato, thou reasonest well, 180.\\nPlay, as good as a, 397.\\nPlay the woman. 9b.\\nPlay to you is death to us, 160.\\nPlaymates I have had, 297.\\nPlays round the head, 191.\\nPlay s the thing. 106.\\nPleasantness, ways of. 7.\\nPleased, I woulddo what I, 367.\\nPleased to the last. 186.\\nPleased with the rattle. 190.\\nPleasure after pain\\nPleasure at the helm, 240.\\nPleasure in being mad. 171.\\nPleasure in poetic pains. _\\nPleasure in the pathless woods\\n328.\\nPleasure of being cheated. 164.\\nPleasure, she was bent on, 261.\\nPleasure, sweet is, after pain, 166.\\nPleasure to frown at, 221.\\nPleasure, with reason mixed, 250.\\nPleasures, dance attendance on,\\n75.\\nPleasures, doubling his, 349.\\nPleasures, like puppies, 274.\\nPleiades, the sweet influence of. 5.\\nPlentiful lack of wit, 105.\\nPlenty o er a smiling land, 242.\\nPlodders, continual. 41.\\nPlough along the mountain side,\\nPloughshares, swords into, 14.\\nPlover, mu.-kets aimed at, 270.\\nPluck bright honor, 62.\\nPluck from the memory, 97.\\nPluck the flower safety, 62.\\nPluck up drowned honor, 62.\\nPlucked his gown. 249.\\nPiummet, deeper than. 30.\\nPoet Biaring in the high reason\\nof his fancy, 3.1.\\nPoet, they had no, 204.\\nPoetic fields. 181.\\nPoetic nooks, 341.\\nPoetic pains, a pleasure in. 258.\\nPoe icaL, I would the gods had\\nmade thee, 51.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0476.jp2"}, "473": {"fulltext": "457\\nPoetry, cradled into, 341.\\nPoet s eye in a fine frenzy, 40.\\nPoets fancy when they love. 185.\\nPoets, iutelligible forms of, 301.\\nPoets, in three distant ages. 172.\\nPoets, who made us heirs, 291.\\nPoint a moral, 231.\\nPoint, put too fine a, 367.\\nPoison for the age s tooth, 58.\\nPoisoned chalice, 91.\\nPole, from Indus to the, 206.\\nPole, true as the needle to the, 256.\\nPomp, lick absurd, 109.\\nPool, mantle of the standing, 82.\\nPoor always ye have, 20.\\nPoor and content, 119.\\nPoor, grind the faces of the, 12.\\nPoor, laws grind the, 247.\\nPoor naked wretches, 82.\\nPoor, simple annals of the, 241.\\nPoor, thou found st me, 250.\\nPope of Rome, more than the. 162.\\nPoppies, pleasures are like, 274.\\nPoppy nor mandragora, 120.\\nPorcelain clay of human kind,\\n171.\\nPorcelain of human clay, 339.\\nPorcupine, like quills upon the\\nfretful, 103.\\nPort and Tokay, 280.\\nPort for men. 234.\\nPorts and havens, 60.\\nPosteriors of this day, 43.\\nPost of honor, private station, 180.\\nPosy of a ring, 110.\\nPot. death in the, 4.\\nPotations, pottle deep, 117.\\nPotent, grave, and reverend seign-\\niors, 115.\\nPovertv depressed, slow rises\\nworth by, 332.\\nPoverty nor riches, 9.\\nPoverty, not my will, consents. 88.\\nPoverty, steeped me in, 121.\\nPoverty, the urn of, 345.\\nPowder, food for, 65.\\nPower and pelf, 309.\\nPower, dissevering, 155.\\nPower of grace, 304.\\nPower of thought, 332.\\nPower, take, who have the, 285.\\nPower that made us, 363.\\nPower the giftie gie us, 275.\\nPowers that be, 21\\nPowers that work for thee, 285.\\nPrague s proud arch, 304.\\nPraise, all his pleasure. 211.\\nPraise, blame, love, 286.\\nPraise, damn with faint, 202.\\nPraise, named thee but to, 358.\\nPraise, solid pudding against\\nempty, 205.\\nPraise, the garment of, 13.\\nPraise, to be dispraised were no\\n152.\\nPraise undeserved, 405.\\nPraising what is lost, 55.\\nPray, remained to, 249.\\nPrayer, all his business, 211.\\nPrayer ardeut opens heaven, 221,\\nPrayer, the imperfect offices of,\\n292.\\nPrayer, whenever God erects a\\nhouse of, 177, 410.\\nPrayeth well, 298.\\nPreached as never to preach again,\\n173.\\nPrecept upon precept, 12.\\nPrecious bane, 143.\\nPrecious ointment, good name is\\nbetter than, 10.\\nPreparation, dreadful note of, 69.\\nPresence full of light, 88.\\nPresent fears, 89.\\nPress not a falling man, 73.\\nPress, the people s right maintain,\\n323.\\nPrevaricate, thou dost, 162.\\nPrey at fortune, 119.\\nPriam s curtain, 66.\\nPricking of my thumbs, 95.\\nPricks, to kick against the, 20.\\nPride and haughtiness of soul, 179.\\nPride and pomp of glorious war,\\n120.\\nPride, blend our pleasure or, 287.\\nPride fell with my fortunes, 47.\\nPride goeth before destruction, 8.\\nPride in their port, 247.\\nPride, reasoning pride, 187.\\nPride that apes humility, 299.\\nPride that licks the dust, 202.\\nPride, that perished in his, 288.\\nPride, the vice of fools, 196.\\nPriests, tapers, temples, 207.\\nPrimal duties, 294.\\nPrimrose by a river s brim, 288.\\nPrimrose path of dalliance, 101\\nPrimrose, sweet as the, 250.\\nPrince can make a belted knight\\n278.\\nPrince of darkness is a gentle-\\nman, 82.\\nPrincedoms, virtues, powers. 150.\\nPrinces and Lords may flourish,\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0348.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0477.jp2"}, "474": {"fulltext": "458\\nPrinces favors, 74.\\nPrinces, sweet aspect of. 74.\\nPrinciples with times, 193.\\nPrint, to see one s name in. 334.\\nPrior, what once was Matthew,\\n178.\\nPrison, stone walls make not a,\\n135.\\nPrivileged beyond the common\\nwalk. 219.\\nProcrastination, thief of time, 217.\\nProdigal with a guinea, 391.\\nProdigal s favorite, 291.\\nProduct of a scoffer s pen. 293.\\nProfession, every man a debtor to\\nhis 369.\\nProfit where is no pleasure, 53.\\nProgeny of learning, 271.\\nProgressive virtue, 227.\\nProhibited degrees of kin, 165.\\nPrologues, happy, 89.\\nPromise, keep the word of, 98.\\nPromise, to his loss, 26.\\nPromises of youth, 232.\\nPromotion, sweat for, 49.\\nProof, give me ocular. 120.\\nProofs of holy writ, 120.\\nPropagate and rot, 189.\\nProper study of mankind, 188.\\nProphet not without honor, 16.\\nProphetic rav, 331.\\nProphetic soul, 103.\\nProphets, pervert the, 335.\\nProportion, curtailed of fair, 71.\\nPropriety, frights the isle from\\nher, 118.\\nProse run mad. 201.\\nProspect of belief, 89.\\nProspect, so full of goodly, 372.\\nProsperity, a jest s, 43.\\nProsperity, ail sorts of, 377.\\nProsperity assured us, 144.\\nProteus rising from the sea, 289.\\nProud to importune, 243.\\nProud waves be stayed, 5.\\nProuder than rustling in unpaid-\\nfor silk, 81.\\nProve all things, 23.\\nProverb and a by-word, 3-\\nProvidence alone secures, 265.\\nProvidence foreknowledge, 146.\\nProvidence their guide, 152.\\nPrunello, leather or, 191.\\nPsalms, purloin the, 335.\\nPublic credit, dead corpse of. 387.\\nPudding against empty praise,\\n205.\\nPulse of life. 217.\\nPunishment greater than I can\\nbear, 1.\\nPun-provoking thyme, 238.\\nPupil of the eye, 321.\\nPure, all things pure to the, 24.\\nPure and eloquent blood. 120.\\nPure by being purely shone upon,\\n315.\\nPurge, and leave sack, 66.\\nPuritans hated bear-baiting, 391.\\nPurloin the psalms, 335.\\nPurpose, nighty, 96.\\nPurpose, infirm of, 92.\\nPurpose, one increasing, 351.\\nPurpose, shake my fell, 90.\\nPurposes, airy, 142.\\nPurse, put money in thy, 117.\\nPurse, who steals my, 119.\\nPursue the triumph, 192.\\nPush on, keep moving, 281.\\nPyrair ds in vales, 221.\\nPythagoras, opinion of, 57.\\nQuaff immortality, 150.\\nQuality, a taste of your, 106.\\nQuarefets of pearls, 133.\\nQuarrel, entrance to, 102.\\nQuarrel, hath his, just. 70.\\nQuarrel in a straw, 113.\\nQuarrel is a pretty quarrel. 271.\\nQuarrel, sudden and ruick in, 50.\\nQueen Mab, 84.\\nQuestion, that is the, 107.\\nQuestionable shape, l(i2.\\nQuickly, well it were done, 90.\\nQuiet, rural, 227.\\nQuietus make with a bare bodkin,\\n107.\\nQuills upon the fretful porcupine,\\n103.\\nQuintilian stare, 159.\\nQuips and cranks, 157.\\nQuips and sentences, 37.\\nQuivers, the Devil hath not in\\nhis, 342.\\nRabelais easy-chair, 204.\\nRace, boast a generous, 183.\\nRace, forget the human, 328.\\nRace is run, I bow to that whose,*\\n237.\\nRace not to the swift, 10.\\nRace of other days, 359.\\nRace of politicians put together,\\n184.\\nRace, rear my dusky, 352.\\nRachel weeping for her children,\\n15.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0478.jp2"}, "475": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n459\\nRack of a too easy chair, 206.\\nRack of this tough world, 84.\\nRadish, forked, 67.\\nHaw of the vulture, 331.\\nRale, swell the soul to. 167.\\nRaggedness, windowed. 82.\\nRags, the man forget not in, 237.\\nRail on the Lord s anointed, 72.\\nRailed on Lady Fortune. 49.\\nRaiu from heaven droppeth, 45.\\nRain iu the aire, 28.\\nRainbow, hue unto the, 59\\nRainbow to storms of life. 331.\\nRake among scholars, 263.\\nRake, woman is at heart a, 194.\\nRalph to Cynthia howls, 205.\\nRank is but the guinea s stamp,\\n278.\\nRapt seraph that adores, 188.\\nRapt soul sitting, 156.\\nRapture on the lonely shore. 32S.\\nRapture-smitteu frame, 304.\\nRarity of Christian charity, 346.\\nRascal miked through the world,\\n121.\\nRat, 1 smell a, 162.\\nRather than be less, 144.\\nRattle, pleased with a, 190.\\nRavelled sleave of care, 92.\\nRaven do .vu of darkness, 154.\\nRavens, he that feedeth the. 48.\\nRavishment, enchanting, 154.\\nRaw in fields. 169.\\nRay, with prophetic, 331.\\nRazors cried. 267.\\nRazure of oblivion, 36.\\nReach of art, 196.\\nRead liomer once, 175.\\nRead, mark, learu, 26.\\nRead to doubt, 314.\\nRending m.iketh a full man, 369.\\nReading what they never wrote,\\n259.\\nReady writer, 6.\\nReal Simon Pure, 225.\\nRealm, youth of the 71.\\nReap, as you sow, 164.\\nRea=on, a woman s. 30.\\nReason for my rhyme, 28.\\nReason, godlike. 113.\\nReason is staggered, 382.\\nReason, how noble in, 108.\\nnoble and most sover-\\nReason nor rhyme. 51, 409.\\nReason on compulsion, 63.\\nReason prisoner, takes the, I\\nReason stands aghast, 383.\\nReason the card, 189.\\nReason, the feast of, 203.\\nReason, the worse appear the bet-\\nter, 144.\\nReason with pleasure mixed, 250.\\nReasons are as two grains cf\\nwheat, 44.\\nReason s whole pleasure. 191\\nRebels from principles, 381.\\nRebuke, open, 9.\\nReckoning, so comes a, 212.\\nRecks not his own rede, 101.\\nRecorded time, 98.\\nRecording angel. 379.\\nRed spirits and gray, 95.\\nRede, may you better reck the,276\\nReed, bruised, not break, 12.\\nReel to and fro, 6.\\nReform it altogether, 109.\\nRegent of love-rhymes, 42.\\nRegions change their site, 163.\\nRelic of departed worth, 325.\\nReligion blushing. 206.\\nReligion, humanities of, 301.\\nRemainder biscuit, 49.\\nRemedies lie in ourselves. 54.\\nRemedy, things without, 93.\\nRemember Lot s wife, 19.\\nRemember such things were, 96.\\nRemember thy Creator, 11.\\nRemembered kisses, 353.\\nRemnant of uneasy light, 290\\nRemorse, farewell, 148.\\nRemote from man, 211.\\nRemote, unfriended, 246.\\nRender to all their dues, 21.\\nRepentance rears her snaky crest,\\n227.\\nReport me right, 115.\\nReputation dies, 200.\\nReputation, in the cannon s\\nmouth, 50.\\nResignation slopes the way, 248.\\nResolution, native hue of, 108.\\nResolved to ruin, 167.\\nRespect upon the world, 43.\\nRest her soul, she is dead, 113,\\nRestive sloth, 81.\\nRetired leisure, 156.\\nRetirement, rural quiet, 227.\\nRetirement urges sweet return,\\n151.\\nRetort courteous, 53.\\nRevelry by night, 325.\\nRevelry, midnight shout and, 153.\\nRevenge is virtue. 223.\\nReverence, none so poor to, 79.\\nRevolts from true birth, 86.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0479.jp2"}, "476": {"fulltext": "460\\nINDEX.\\nRhyme nor reason, 51, 409.\\nRhyming peer, 200.\\nRialto, in the, 45.\\nRialto, under the, 333.\\nRiband in the cap of youth, 113.\\nRibs of De ith, 155.\\nRich and rare, 317.\\nRich and strange, 29.\\nRich gifts wax poor. 108.\\nRich man enter the kiugdom, 17.\\nRich men rule the law, 247.\\nRich, not gaudy, 102.\\nRich soils to be weeded, 370.\\nRich with the spoils of time, 241.\\nRiches grow in hell, 143.\\nRiches, neither poverty nor, 9.\\nRiches of heaven s pavement, 143.\\nRiddle of the world. 189.\\nRides in the whirlwind, 180.\\nRigdom funidos, 215.\\nRinged with curses dark. 156.\\nRight divine of kings, 205.\\nRight, his can t be wrong whose\\nlife is in the, 190.\\nBight, 1 see and approve the, 406.\\nRighteous forsaken, 5.\\nRighteous overmuch, 10.\\nRighteousness and peace, 6.\\nRighteousness exalteth a na-\\ntion, 8-\\nRinging grooves of change, 352.\\nRings, all Europe, 159.\\nRipe and ripe. 49.\\nRipe scholar. 75.\\nRipest fruit first falls, 60.\\nRiver glideth at his own sweet\\nwill, 289.\\nRiver of his thoughts, 334.\\nRivets, hammers closing, 69.\\nRivulet of text, 272.\\nRoad, a rough, a weary, 276.\\nRoam, where er I, 246.\\nRoar gently as any sucking dove,\\nRobbed, he that is, 120.\\nRobbed that smiles, 117.\\nRobbing Peter, he paid Paul, 366.\\nRobes and furred gowns, 83.\\nRobes loosely flowing, 127.\\nRock aerial, 293.\\nRock from its firm base, 313.\\nRock the cradle of reposing age,\\n202.\\nRocket, rose like a, 383.\\nRocks, caves, lakes, 146.\\nRod and thy staff, 6.\\nRod of empire, 241.\\nRod of iron, 25.\\nRod reversed. 155.\\nRod, spare the, 163.\\nRoderick, a friend to, 313.\\nRogue, every inch not fool is, 169.\\nRoll darkling down, 231.\\nRoll of common men, 63.\\nRoll on, thou ocean, 328.\\nRolls of Noah s ark, 168.\\nRoman fame, abovj all, 203.\\nRoman holiday, 327.\\nRoman senate long debate, 179.\\nRoman, than such a, 79.\\nRomans call it stoicism, 179.\\nRomans, countrymen, and lov-\\ners, 78.\\nRomans last of all, the, 80.\\nRomans, noblest, 80.\\nRome, falls, falls the world, 328.\\nRome, more than the Pope of, 162.\\nRome, palmy state of, 99.\\nRome, when at, do as Romans\\ndo, 394.\\nRomeo, wherefore art thou, 85.\\nRon ne, to waite, to ride, to, 28.\\nRoof fretted with golden fire, 105.\\nRoom, ample, aud verge euough,\\n240.\\nRoom, who sweeps a, 131.\\nRoot of all evil, 24.\\nRoot of the matter, 5.\\nRoot that takes the reason, 89.\\nRnot, the axe is laid to the, 18.\\nRose, blossom as the, 12\\nRose by any other name, 85.\\nRo e, happy is the, distilled, 39.\\nRose in aromatic pain, 1S7.\\nRose is fairest, 313.\\nRosebuds, gather ye, 134.\\nRoses iron i your cheek, 235.\\nRoses in December, 334.\\nRoses, the scent of the, 318.\\nRosemary for remembrance, 113.\\nRoss, the man of, 195.\\nRot and rot, 49.\\nRotten in Denmark, 103.\\nRough as nutmeg-graters, 226.\\nRough-hew them how we will. 114.\\nRound unvarnished tale. 116.\\nRoundabout, this great, 266.\\nRout upon rout, 147.\\nRowland for an Oliver. 396.\\nRub, ay, there s the, 107.\\nRubies, where grew the, 133.\\nRubies, wisdom priced above, 5.\\nRuddy drops, dear as, 240.\\nRude am I in my speech, 116.\\nRude forefathers of the hamlet.\\n241.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0480.jp2"}, "477": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n461\\nRude militia, 169.\\nRuffles when wanting a shirt,\\n253.\\nRuin lovely in death, 219.\\nRuin, majestic though in, 145.\\nRuin or to rule the State, 167.\\nRuin upon ruin. 147.\\nRuin s ploughshare, 222.\\nRule, absolute, 148.\\nRule Britanuia, 229.\\nRule them with a rod of iron, 25.\\nRule, the good old, 285.\\nRules him, never shows she, 194.\\nRuling passion conquers reason,\\n195.\\nRuling passion strong in death,\\n193.\\nRumination, often, 52.\\nRun a muck, 203.\\nRuu, he may, that readeth, 14.\\nRural quiet, 227.\\nRural sights, 257.\\nRussia, a night in, 33.\\nRustic moralist, 242.\\nRustling in unpaid-for silk, 81.\\nSabbath, who ordained the, 362.\\nSack, intolerable deal of, 63.\\nSack, leave, 66.\\nSacrifice, turn delight into a, 132.\\nSad by fits, 244.\\nSad stories of the death of kings,\\n60.\\nSad vicissitudes of things, 177.\\nSadder and a wiser man, 298.\\nSafety, pluck this flower, 62.\\nSage he stood, 145.\\nSage, he thought as a, 256.\\nSages pride, 204.\\nSail, set every threadbare, 362.\\nSailing on obscene wings, 299.\\nSaint in crape and lawn, 193.\\nSaint sustained it, 209.\\nSaint, t would provoke a, 193.\\nSt. John mingles with my bowl,\\n203.\\nSaints, his soul is with the, 300.\\nSally in our alley, 216.\\nSalt of the earth, 15.\\nSalvation, no relish of, 111.\\nSamphire gatherers. 83.\\nSamson, the Philistines be upon\\nthee, 2.\\nSang, it may turn out a, 275.\\nSans teeth, sans eyes, 51.\\nSapphire blaze, 239.\\nSappho loved and sung, 338.\\nSapping a solemn curd, 326.\\nSatan exalted sat, 144.\\nSatan finds some mischief 224.\\nSatan, get thee behind me, 17.\\nSatan, so call him now, 150.\\nSatanic school. 296.\\nSatire in disguise, 405.\\nSatire or sense, 202.\\nSatire s my weapon, 203.\\nSaucy doubts, 94.\\nSauntered Europe round, 206.\\nSavage, wild in woods, 170.\\nSavage woman, 352.\\nSaviour s birth is celebrated. 99.\\nSaw the air too much, 109.\\nScandal about Queen Elizabeth,\\n271.\\nScarfs, garters, gold, 190.\\nScars, he jests at, 85.\\nScent of the roses, 318.\\nScent the morning air, 104.\\nSceptre, a barren, in my gripe, 93.\\nSchemes, best laid, of mice, 275.\\nScholar, a ripe and good one, 75.\\nScholar among rakes, 263.\\nScholar and a gentleman. 276.\\nSchoolboys at warning, 276.\\nSchoolmaster abroad, 389.\\nScience, falsely so called, 24.\\nScience frowned not on his birth,\\n242.\\nScience, glare of false, 256.\\nScience, O star-eyed, 305.\\nScio s rocky isle, 331.\\nScoff, came to. 249.\\nScoffer s pen, 293.\\nScore and tally, 71.\\nScorn delights, 156.\\nScorn, fixed figure, for the time\\nof, 121.\\nScorn, he will laugh thee to, 14.\\nScorn, laughed his word to, 262.\\nScorn looks beautiful. 57.\\nScotched the snake, 93.\\nScourge inexorable, 144.\\nScraps of learning dote, 222.\\nScraps, stolen the, 42.\\nScrew your courage, 91.\\nScripture, the Devil can cile. 44.\\nI Scvlla, your father, 45.\\nI S death I 11 print it, 201.\\nI Sea, alone, alone, on a wide, 298\\nSea, first gem of the, 319.\\nj Sea, into that silent, 298.\\n1 Sea, light that never was on, 292\\ni Sea, like ships that have gone\\ndown at, 316.\\nSea, mysterious union with the,", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0481.jp2"}, "478": {"fulltext": "462\\nINDEX.\\nSea of pines, 300.\\nSea of troubles, 107.\\nSea of upturned faces, 314.\\nSea, swelling of the voiceful, 302.\\nSea, sunk in the flat, 154.\\nSea, the dark blue, 332.\\nSea, the open, 348.\\nSea-change, suffer a, 29.\\nSea-maid s music, 39.\\nSeals of love, 35.\\nSearch of deep philosophy, 137.\\nSea s a thief, 88.\\nSeas incarnadine, 93.\\nSeason, to everything a, 10.\\nSeasoned timber, 131.\\nSeasons and their change, 149.\\nSeasons return with the year, 147.\\nSeat, ascend to our native, 144.\\nSeated heart, 89.\\nSect, slave to no, 192.\\nSecond childishness, 51.\\nSecret of a weed s plain heart,\\n363.\\nSecret things belong unto the\\nLord, 2.\\nSecrets of my prison house, 103.\\nSedge, kiss to every, 31.\\nSee her was to love her, 278.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0See my lips tremble, 207.\\nSee oursels as others see us, 275.\\nSee the conquering hero, 175.\\nSee through a glass darkly, 22.\\nSee two dull lines, 223.\\nSeed begging bread, 5.\\nSeeds of time, 89.\\nSeek and ye shall find, 16.\\nSeems, madam, I know not, 99.\\nSees God in clouds, 187.\\nSees with half-shut eyes, 200.\\nSeigniors, grave, and reverend,\\n115.\\nSeldom he smiles, 77.\\nSeldom shall she hear a tale, 236.\\nSelf-slaughter, canon gainst, 100.\\nSemprouius, we 11 do more, 179.\\nSenators of mighty woods, 343.\\nSensations felt in the blood, 287.\\nSense, fruit of, 197.\\nSense, one for, 163.\\nSeme, want of decency is want\\nof, 174.\\nSenses, steep in forge tfulness, 67.\\nSentence, he mouths a, 256.\\nSentiment, pluck the eyes of, 362.\\nSentinels fixed, 69.\\nSepulchres, whited, 18.\\nSermon, perhaps turn out a, 275.\\nSermon, who flies a, 132.\\nSermons in stones, 48.\\nSerpent sting thee twice, 45.\\nSerpent, trail of the, 315.\\nSerpents, be ye wise as, 16.\\nServant can make drudgery di-\\nvine, 131.\\nService, done the state some, 121.\\nService, sweat for duty, 49.\\nServile to skyey influences, 34.\\nServitude, base laws of, 170.\\nSet free imprisoned wranglers,\\n260.\\nSet terms, 49.\\nSet thine house in order, 12.\\nSettle s numbers, lived in, 205.\\nSeven hours to law, 270.\\nSevern, Avon to the, 295.\\nSex to the last, 169.\\nShade, a more welcome, 211.\\nShade, ah, pleasing, 23b.\\nShade, boundless contiguity of,\\n257.\\nShade, half in, 319.\\nShade, hunter and the deer, 306\\nShade of that which once wai\\ngreat, 285.\\nShade, sitting in a pleasant, 125.\\nShade softening into shade, 228.\\nShadow, double, swan and, 285.\\nShadow, life is but a walking, 98\\nShadow proves the substance, 198\\nShadows, beckoning, 153.\\nShadows, best in this kind, 40.\\nShadows, come like, 95.\\nShadows of coming events, 307.\\nShadows, our fatal, 129.\\nShadows we pursue, 382.\\nShadwell never deviates into\\nsense, 172.\\nShaft at random sent, 314.\\nShaft that made him die, 139.\\nShake hands with a king, 359.\\nShake my fell purpose, 90.\\nShake thy gory locks, 94.\\nShaken when taken, 279.\\nShakspeare, Fancy s child, 158.\\nShakspeare, rise, 128.\\nShakspeare s magic, 170\\nShakspeare s name, rival. 304.\\nShall I, wasting in despair. 130.\\nShame, an erring sister s, 330.\\nShame, blush of maiden, 356.\\nShame the fools, 201.\\nShames, thousand innocent, 38.\\nShape execrable, 147.\\nShape, if it might be called, l4ti\\nShape, such a questionable. 102\\nShape, take any, but that, 94.", 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when want-\\ning a, 253.\\nShock, sink beneath the, 330.\\nShocks that flesh is heir to, 107.\\nShoe has power to wound, 235.\\nShoe pinches, 393.\\nShoot, to teach the young idea\\nhow to, 227.\\nShore, dull, tame, 348.\\nShore, rapture on lonely, 328.\\nShore, wild and willowed. 308.\\nShort measures perfect life, 127.\\nShot heard round the world, 357.\\nShot mv arrow o er the house,\\n115.\\nShot, perilous, 69.\\nShould auld acquaintance, 276.\\nShouldered his crutch, 248.\\nShout, tore hell s concave, 142.\\nShow his eyes, 95.\\nShow, a driveller and a, 231.\\nShow, which passeth, 100.\\n3how, world is all a fleeting, 321.\\nShowed how fields were won, 248.\\nShreds and patches, 112.\\nShrewsbury clock, fought by, 66.\\nShrine of the mighty. 329.\\nShrines to no code, 359.\\nShuffled off this mortal coil. 107.\\nSbuun st the noise of follv, 157.\\nShut, shut the door. 200.\\nShut the gates of mercy, 242.\\nSickled o er with pale cast ol\\nthought. 108.\\nSides of my intent. 91.\\nSidney, warbler of poetic prose,\\n260.\\nSiege to scorn, 97.\\nSigh, humorous, 41.\\nSigh no more, ladies, 37.\\nSisru. passing tribute of a, 242.\\nSigh, yet feel no pain. 320.\\nSiirhed and looked again, 167.\\nSigned and looked unutterable\\nthings. 228.\\nSighed to think I read a book,\\n292.\\nSighing like furnace, 50.\\nSight, a goodly, to see, 324.\\nSight, loved not at first. 124.\\nSight of vernal bloom, 147.\\nSight, out of. out of mind, 125.\\nSign, dies and makes no. 70.\\nSilence, come, then, expressive,\\n229.\\nSilence in love bewrays more woe,\\n124.\\nSilence, herald of joy, 36.\\nSilence that dreadful bell, 118.\\nSilence, the wings of, 154.\\nSilence, ye wolves. 205.\\nSilent cataracts, 300.\\nSilent fingers point to heaven, 294.\\nSilent sea of pines, 300.\\nSiloa s brook, 140.\\nSiloam s shady rill, 322.\\nSilver cord be loosed. 11.\\nSilver fruit-tree tops. 86.\\nSimile solitary shines 203.\\nSimon Pure, 225.\\nSimplicity a child. 209.\\nSimplicity a grace, 127.\\nSin and death abound, 303.\\nSin could blight or sorrow fade,\\n301.\\nSin, fools make a mock at, 7\\nSin, no, for a man to labor in his\\nvocation, 61.\\nSin, wages of, is death, 20.\\nSin, who tell us love can die, 296\\nSinews of war, 395.\\nSinews, stiffen the, 68.\\nSinging of birds is come, 11.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0483.jp2"}, "480": {"fulltext": "464\\nINDEX.\\nSinging robes, 371.\\nSingle blessedness, 39.\\nSinking, alacrity in, 32.\\nSinned against, more, 82.\\nSins, charity shall cover the mul-\\ntitude of, 25.\\nSins, compound for, 162.\\nSion hill delight thee more, 140.\\nSir Oracle, 44.\\nSires, few sons attain the praise\\nof their, 210.\\nSires, green graves of your, 357.\\nSirups, drowsy, of the world, 120.\\nSirups, lucent, 343.\\nSister spirit come away, 208.\\nSit attentive to his own applause,\\n202.\\nSits the wind in that corner, 37.\\nSix hundred pounds a year, 184.\\nSixpence, I give thee, 281.\\nSkies, commercing with the, 156.\\nSkies, raised a mortal to the, 167-\\nSkill, is but a barbarous, 137.\\nSkims along the main, 198.\\nSkin and bone, 214.\\nSkin of my teeth, 4.\\nSkirmish of wit, 36.\\nSky, admitted to that equal, 187.\\nSky, canopied by the blue, 334.\\nSky, forehead of the niorniug,\\n156.\\nSky, souls ripened in northern,\\n268.\\nSky, star shining in the, 284.\\nSky, the storm that howls along\\nthe. 253.\\nSky, witchery of the soft blue,\\n289.\\nSkyey influences, 34.\\nSlain, thrice he slew the, 166.\\nSlanderous tongues, death by, 39.\\nSlaughter, lamb to the, 13.\\nSlaughter, to wade through, 242.\\nSlave, base is the, that pays, OS.\\nSlave to no sect, 192.\\nSlave to till my ground, 258.\\nSlavery a bitter draught, 380.\\nSlavery or death, which to choose,\\n179.\\nSlaves, Britons never will be, 229.\\nSlaves cannot breathe in England,\\n258.\\nSlaves, what can ennoble, 191.\\nSleep, blessings on him. that in-\\nvented, 367.\\nSleep covers a man all over, 367.\\nSleep, exposition of, 40.\\nSleep, gentle sleep, 67.\\nSleep, he giveth his beloved, 6.\\nSleep in dull, cold marble, 74.\\nSleep is like a cloak, 367.\\nSleep knits up the ravelled sleave\\nof care, 92.\\nSleep, last long, 269.\\nSleep no more, 92.\\nSleep, now I lay me down to, 404.\\nSleep of a laboring man, 10.\\nSleep of death, 107.\\nSleep, our life rounded with, 30.\\nSleep, six hours in, 270.\\nSleep, some must watch, while\\nsome must, 110.\\nSleep the frioud of woe, 296.\\nSleep the sleep that knows not\\nbreaking, 312.\\nSleep till angels wake thee, 233.\\nSleep, tired nature s sweet re-\\nstorer, balmy, 217.\\nSleep, undisturbed, 233.\\nSleeping in mine orchard, 104.\\nSleeping when she died, 346.\\nSleepless, give their readers sleep,\\n205.\\nSleeps, till tired he, 190.\\nSleeve, my heart upon my, 115.\\nSlept, thought her dying when\\nshe, 346.\\nSlides into verse, 203.\\nSlings and arrows, 107.\\nSlippery place, 59.\\nSlips, greyhounds in the, 68.\\nSlits the thin spun life, 156.\\nSloth finds the down pillow hard,\\n81.\\nSlough of Despond, 173.\\nSlow rises worth, 232.\\nSluggard, go to the ant, thou, 7.\\nSluggard, the voice of the, 225.\\nSmack of observation, 58.\\nSmall habits, 269.\\nSmall Latin and less Greek. 128.\\nSmall sands the mountain, 223.\\nSmall things with great, 407.\\nSmallest worm will turn, 71.\\nSmell a rat, 162, 409.\\nSmell, ancient and fish-like, 29.\\nSmell sweet and blossoms in the\\ndust, 135.\\nSmell the blood of a British man,\\n83.\\nSmell, villanous, 32.\\nSmells to heaven, 111.\\nSmels, swete, al around, 27.\\nSmile and be a villain, 104.\\nS.nile from beauty won, 304.\\nSmote the chord of self, 361", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0484.jp2"}, "481": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n465\\nSnake, wounded, 197.\\nSoft impeachment, 271.\\nSolid men of Boston, 270.\\nSome livelier plaything, 190.\\nSome said, John, print it, 173.\\nSomething in a Hying horse. 288.\\nSomething in a huge balloon. 2^8.\\nSomething too much of this, 110.\\nSomething wicked comes, 95.\\nSometimes counsel takes, 200.\\nSon of Adam and Eve, 178.\\nSon of his own works, 337.\\nSon. two-legged thing a, 167.\\nSong charms the sense, 146.\\nSong, metre of an antique, 122.\\nSong, no sorrow in thy, .279.\\nSong of Percy and Douglass, 368.\\nSong, perhaps a sermon, 275.\\nSonorous metal. 142.\\nSons of Belial, 142.\\nSons of their great sires, 210.\\nSophonisba, 0, 229\\nSophrano, basso, 333.\\nSore labor s bath, 92.\\nSorrow and I sit here, 58.\\nSorrow, earth has no, 321.\\nSorrow, her rent is, 131.\\nSorrow in battalions, 113.\\nSorrow, load of, 38.\\nSorrow never comes too late, 238.\\nSorrow of the meanest thing. 287.\\nSorrow, parting is such sweet, 86.\\nSorrow, pluck from the memory\\na rooted, 97.\\nSorrow returned with the morn,\\n305.\\nSorrow, some natural, 284.\\nSorrow, than in anger, 101.\\nSorrow, to pine with feare and, 28.\\nSorrow, wear a golden, 73.\\nSorrows and darkness, 322.\\nSorrow s crown of sorrow, 351.\\nSorrow s keenest wind, 289.\\nSorrows of a poor old man, 280.\\nSorrows, transient, 286.\\nSoul, a happy, 136.\\nSoul, eye, and prospect of, 38.\\nSoul, flattering unction to, 112.\\nSoul, harrow up thy, 103.\\nSoul is dead that slumbers, 360.\\nSoul is form, 28.\\nSoul is his own, 69.\\nSoul is wanting there, 329.\\nSoul is with the saints, 300.\\nSoul like seasoned timber, 131.\\nSoul, lose his own, 17.\\nSoul, merit wins the, 200.\\nSoul of music slumbers, 349.\\n30\\nSoul of Orpheus sing, 157.\\nSoul of the age, 128.\\nSoul, palace of the, 324.\\nSoul, pride and haughtiness of,179.\\nSoul smiles at the drawn dagger\\n180.\\nSoul, take the prisoned, 154.\\nSoul take wing, 336.\\nSoul, that eye was in itself a, 331.\\nSoul, the fldw of, 203.\\nSoul, the iron entered into his, 26.\\nSoul, thou hast much goods, 19.\\nSoul, to fret thy, with crosses, 28\\nSoul through my lips, 352.\\nSoul, uneasy and confined, 187.\\nSoul under the ribs of death, 155\\nSoul, unlettered, 41.\\nSoul was like a star, 285.\\nSoul, water to a thirsty. 9.\\nSoul, whiteness of his, 326.\\nSoul within her eyes, 333.\\nSoul s calm sunshine, 191.\\nSouls, corporations have no, 370.\\nSoul s dark cottage, 138.\\nSouls, all that were, were forfeit\\nonce. 34.\\nSouls, immediate jewel of their,\\n119.\\nSouls made of fire, 223.\\nSouls sympathize with sounds,\\n261.\\nSouls whose sudden visitations,\\n354.\\nSound, an echo to the sense, 197.\\nSound and fury, 98.\\nSound, persuasive, 185.\\nSound, sweet is every, 353.\\nSound the clarion. 314.\\nSound the trumpet, 175.\\nSounding brass, 22.\\nSounds, melodious, on every side,\\n372.\\nSour grapes, 13.\\nSource of sympathetic tears, 239.\\nSouth, o er my ear like the sweet,\\n55.\\nSovereign of sighs, 42.\\nSow by the ear, 410.\\nSoweth, shall reap, as he, 23.\\nSown the wind, 14.\\nSpace and time annihilate, 209.\\nSpades, emblem of untimely\\ngraves, 260.\\nSpare the rod, 163.\\nSpark of heavenly flame. 208.\\nSpark of immortal fire, 330.\\nSpark, vocal, 284.\\nSparkled, was exhaled, 220.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0485.jp2"}, "482": {"fulltext": "466\\nINDEX.\\nSparkling with a brook. 341.\\nSparks Uy upward. 4.\\nSparrow, eaters for the, 48.\\nSparrow fall, or hero perish, 186.\\nSparrow, in the fall of a, 115.\\nhe card. 114.\\n;gers to her, 111.\\nSp.-ak. if 1 have otfended, 78.\\nSpeak in public, 282.\\nSpeak it profanely, not to, 109.\\nSpeak of me ;t- I am. 122.\\nSpeak right on, 79.\\nSpears int., pruning-hooks, 14.\\nSpecial providence, 115.\\nSpectiicles of books. 172.\\ni on nose, 50.\\nSpeculation in those eyes, 94.\\nsilver, 409.\\nSpeech, rude am I in my. 116.\\nSpeech, thought deeper than, 364.\\nSpeech to disguise thought, 400.\\njoing guest, 203.\\ne pirting _ t. 210.\\nsoft intercourse, 206.\\nSpeed the thin oar, 190.\\nSpenser, a Little nearer, 160.\\nSpeUPcr renowned. 160.\\ntwo stars in one, 65.\\nSpider, crawling on my startled\\nhopes, 182.\\nSpider- touch, 187.\\nSpin, nor toil not. 15.\\nSpin-- pointing to heaven, 294.\\nSpirit chased, -i.j.\\nSpirit dares stir, 99.\\nSpirit ditties of no tone, 343.\\nSpirit, hai _\\nSpirit, ill, hive SO f ur a house, 29.\\nSpirit indeed i* willing, 18.\\nSpirit thy. Indepeudeu e. 253-\\nSpirit of every-day walks, 21s.\\nSpirit of my dream. 334.\\nSpirit of a youth. 81.\\nSpirit, or more welcome shade,\\n211.\\nSpirit, present in, 21.\\nSpirit, return unto Go 1. 11.\\nSpirit-stirring drum. 120.\\nSpirit strongest and fiercest. 144.\\nSpirit that fell from heaven, 143.\\nSpirit, the accusing. 379.\\nSpirit wounded, 8.\\nSpirit- are not finely touched. 33.\\nSpirits either sex assume, 142.\\nSpirits from the vasty deep, 63.\\nSpirit- of great events, 302.\\nSpirits twain, 364.\\nSpite, in learned doctors, 359.\\nSpite of nature, 162.\\nSpleen, meditative, 293.\\nSplendid sight to see. 324.\\nSplenetive and rash, 114.\\nSpoken at random. 314.\\nSpoil the child. 163.\\nSpoils belong to the victors, 389.\\nSpoils of time. 241.\\nSponge, drink no more than a\\n366.\\nSports of children, 246.\\nSpot is cursed, the, 286.\\nSpot which men call earth, 153\\nSpots quadrangular, 260.\\nSpread yourselves, 39.\\nSprightly running. 171.\\nSpring, come, gentle, 227.\\nSpring comes slowly up this way,\\n299.\\nSpring of love, 30.\\nSpring unlocks the flowers. 322.\\nSpringes to catch woodcocks, 1 i2.\\nSp iting, do my. gently. 2!j.\\nSpur to prick the sides of my in-\\ntent. 91.\\nSquadron in the field, 115.\\nSqueak and gibber, 99.\\nSqueak, as naturally as pig- 161.\\nStabbed with a white wench s\\neve. B6.\\nStaff, thy rod and thy, 5.\\nStage, all the world\\nStage, poor, degrade I. 359.\\ni- its his hou up .n. 03.\\nStage, the wonder of our, 128.\\nStage, veteran on the. 231.\\nStage, where every man must\\nplay, 43.\\nStager-, old cunning, 163.\\nStairs, why did you kick me\\ndown. 183.\\nStale, Hat. and unprofitable, 100.\\nStalk, m ii lens withering on the,\\n291.\\nStand and wait, 159.\\nStand not upon order of going, 95.\\nStand, a-tiptoe. 69.\\nStan ling with reluctant feet. 360.\\nStands Scotland, 96.\\nStanley, on. 311.\\nStanza, who pens a, 201.\\nStaple of his argument, 42\\nStar, constant as the northern, 78.\\nStar, love a bright, particular.\\n54.\\nStar of dawn, a later, 284.\\nStar of peace returns. 306.\\nStar, of the moth for the, 341.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0486.jp2"}, "483": {"fulltext": "467\\nStar, stay the morning, 300.\\nStar, thy soul was like a, 285.\\nStar-eyed science, 305.\\nStar-spangled banner, 363.\\nStarry girdle of the year, 305.\\nStars, battlements bore, 293.\\nStars, blesses his, 179.\\nStars, cut him out in, 87.\\nStars, fault not in our, 77.\\nStars, hide their diminished\\nheads, 147.\\nStars in one sphere, 65.\\nStars, in spite of their, 162.\\nStars, shooting, attend thee, 134.\\nStars shot madly, 39.\\nStar.? were more in fault, 175.\\nStart of the majestic world, 76.\\nStarted like a guiltv thing, 99.\\nStarts, everything by, 168.\\nState, falling with a falling, 209.\\nState, pillar of, 145.\\nState, rule the, 167.\\nState some service, 121.\\nState, strange eruption to our, 99.\\nState, what constitutes a. 269.\\nState, without a king, 389.\\nState s collected will, 270.\\nStates saved without the sword,\\n350.\\nStatesman, too nice for a, 250.\\nStatue that enchants the world,\\n228.\\nSteal as gypsies do, 271.\\nSteal convey, the wise it call, 32.\\nSteal my thunder, 401.\\nSteal us from ourselves away, 204.\\nStealth, do good by, 204.\\nSteed, farewell the neighing, 120.\\nSteed threatens steed, 69.\\nSteel complete, 70.\\nSteel, grapple with hooks of, 101.\\nSteel, my man s as true as, 86.\\nSteel, though locked up in, 70.\\nSteep and thorny way to heaven,\\n101.\\nSteep, hard to climb the, 255.\\nSteep my senses, 67.\\nSteeped me in poverty, 121.\\nSteeple, looking at the, 338.\\nStep above the sublime, 384.\\nStephen S.ly, 53.\\nSteps, beware of desperate, 266.\\nSteps of glory, 335.\\nSticking place, screw your cour-\\nage to the, 91.\\nStiff in opinions, 168.\\nStiff thwack, 162.\\nStiiien the sinews, 68.\\nStill achieving, still pursuing, 360.\\nStill small voice, 3, 240.\\nStill the wonder grew, 249.\\nStill to be neat, 127.\\nStill waters, 5.\\nSting, U death, where is thy, 22.\\nStir, the fretful, 287.\\nStoicism, the Romans call it, 179.\\nStoic of the woods, 307.\\nStolen, not wanting what is, 120.\\nStolen waters are sweet, 7.\\nStomach, unbounded, 75.\\nStomach s sake, a little wine for\\nthy, 24.\\nStone, fling but a, 225.\\nStone tell where I lie. 208.\\nStoue, underneath this, 127.\\nStone unturned, leave no, 392.\\nStone walls do not a prison make,\\n135.\\nStone, we raised not a, 344.\\nStones of Rome to mutiny, 79.\\nStones prate of my whereabout,\\n92.\\nStones, sermons in, 48.\\ntools, push us from our, 94.\\nStoried urn, 241.\\nStoried windows, 157.\\nStories, long, dull, and old, 279.\\nStorm, directs the, 180.\\nStorm, pelting of this pitiless, 82.\\nStorm that howls along the sky.\\n253.\\nStorms of fate, 209.\\nStorms of life, rainbow to the,\\nof state, 75.\\nStory, I have none to tell, 281.\\nStory of Cambuscan bold, 157.\\nStout once a month, 169.\\nStraining harsh discords, 87.\\nStrains that might create a soul,\\n155.\\nStrange eruption, 99.\\nStrange, t was passing, 117.\\nStranger in a, strange land, 2.\\nStranger than fiction, 340.\\nStranger yet to pain, 238.\\nStrangers, by, honored, 208.\\nStrangers, to entertain. 24.\\nStraw, tickled with a, 190.\\nStrawberries, 371.\\nStreets, a lion is in the, 9.\\nStreets, squeak and gibber in the,\\nStrength, to have a giant s, 34.\\nStrength, a tower of, 73.\\nStrength, lovely in your, 326.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0487.jp2"}, "484": {"fulltext": "468\\nIXDLX.\\nStrength, strengthens with his.\\n189.\\nStrife, dare the elements to, 3-32.\\nStrike for your altar.-. 357.\\nStrike mine eyes but not my\\nheart, 127.\\nString attuned to mirth. 347.\\nStriving to better, we mar. 81.\\nStrong, battle not to the, 10.\\nStrong upon the stronger side, 58.\\nStrong without rage, 136.\\nStronger by weakness, 138.\\nStrongly it bears us, 299.\\nStrucken deer, go weep, 110.\\nStruggling in the storms of fate,\\n209.\\nStubborn patience. 146.\\nStudies, still air of delightful. 372.\\nStudious of change, 257.\\nStudy, labor and iuteut, 372.\\nStudy of imagination. 38.\\nStudy of mankind, 188.\\nStudy of revenge, 141.\\nStudy, weariness of flesh, 11.\\nStudy what you most affect, 53.\\nStuff, ambition s made of\\nsterner, 78.\\nStuS as dreams are made of, 30.\\nStuff life is made of. 377.\\nStuff, other mens. 136.\\nStuff the head with reading, 205.\\nSubject of all verse, 1^:.\\nSublime and the ridiculous, 384.\\nSublime to suffer, 3 5U.\\nSuccess, tis not in mortals to\\ncommand, 179.\\nSuccessive title, 168.\\nSucces-ors before him, 31.\\nSuch mistress, such Nan, 123.\\nSuck my last breath, 207.\\nSuckle fools, 117.\\nSucking-dove, gently as any, 39.\\nSuffer a sea-change, 29.\\nSuffer, how sublime to, 360.\\nSufferance, our badge, 45.\\nSuffering, child of, 362.\\nSuffering ended with the dav,\\nass.\\nSufferings, to each his, 238.\\nSufficiency, an elegant, 227.\\nSufficient unto the day, 16.\\nSuing long to bide. 28.\\nSuit lightly won, 310.\\nSuit of sables, 110.\\nSuit the action to the word, 109.\\nSullein mind, 27.\\nSullenness against nature, 372.\\nSum of more, giving thy, 48.\\nSummer, eternal. 339.\\nSummer friends, 131.\\nSummer, made glorious, 71.\\nSummer of jour youth, 235-\\nsummer s cloud. 95.\\nSummons, upon a fearful, 99.\\nSun, a thief, 88.\\nSun, all except their, is set. 339.\\nSun. as the dial to the, 1\\nSun, bei.ighted walks uuder the.\\n154.\\nSun, dedicate his beautv to the\\n84.\\nSun, doubt the, doth move. 105.\\nSun, farthing candle to the. 223.\\nSun, glimmering taper to the,\\n273.\\nSun, go down upon your wrath,\\n23.\\nSun goes round, take all the rest\\nthe, 139.\\nSun, hail the rising, 237.\\nSun, half in, 319.\\nSun in my dominion never sets,\\nSun in the lap of Thetis, 163.\\nSun low descending. 406.\\nSun, no new thing under the, 9.\\nsun of righteousness, arise, 14.\\nSun passes through dirty places,\\n370.\\nSun, pleasant for the eye to be-\\nhold the, 11.\\nSun, till it meet the, 388.\\nSun upon an Easter day. 132.\\nSun, world without a, 304.\\nsunbeam, and truth. 372.\\nSunday from the week divide, 99.\\nSunday shines no Sabbath day\\nto me, 200.\\nSunflower turns on her god, 317.\\nsung ballads from a cart, 172.\\nSunium s marbled steep. 339.\\nsunlight drinketh dew, 352.\\nSunny as her skies, 333.\\nSunny openings, .341.\\nSuns, process of the, 352.\\nSunset of life, 307.\\nSunshine broken in the rill, 315.\\nSunshine, eternal, 249.\\nSunshine made, in the shadj\\nplace. 27.\\nSunshine of the breast, 238.\\nSuperfluous lags the veteran 231\\nSupped full of horrors, 97.\\nsurcease, success, 90.\\nSurer to prosper, 144.\\nSurvey our empire, 332.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0488.jp2"}, "485": {"fulltext": "469\\nSuspicion, Caesar s wife above,\\nSuspicion haunts the guilty mind.\\nSwan and shadow, 2S5.\\nSwan of Avon, 128.\\nSwan on St. Mary s lake, 285.\\nSwashing outside, 48.\\nSwear not by the moon, 86.\\nSwear to the truth of a song, 178.\\nSweat but for promotion, 49.\\nSweat of thy face, 1.\\nSweat under a weary life, 107.\\nSwell the soul to rage, 167.\\nSweet the uses of adversity, 48.\\nSweet bells jangled, 103.\\nSweet childish days, 283.\\nSweet day, so cool, so calm, 131.\\nSweet is every sound, 353.\\nSweet is pleasure after pain, 166.\\nSweet, so coldly, 329.\\nSweet spring, 131.\\nSweet swan of Avon, 128.\\nSweetest thing that ever grew,\\n283.\\nSweetness, linked, long drawn\\nout, 158.\\nSweetness on the desert air, 241.\\nSweets compacted lie, 131.\\nSweets, feast of nectared, 155.\\nSweets offorgetfulness, 256.\\nto the sweet, 114.\\n3, wilderness of, 149.\\nSwift expires, a driveller, 231.\\nSwift, race not to the. 10.\\nSwifter than a weaver s shuttle, 4.\\nSwimmer in his agony. 338.\\nSwine, pearls before, 16.\\nSwinish multitude, 380.\\nSwoop, at one fell, 96.\\nSword, has laid him low, 306.\\nSword, glorious by my, 139.\\nSword, pen mightier than the, 350.\\nSword, take away the, 350.\\nSwords into ploughshares, 14.\\nSybil, contortions of the, 3S2.\\nSydneian sho.vers, 133.\\nSyllable men s names, 153.\\nSyll.ihle of recorded time, 98.\\nSyllables govern the world, 374.\\nSylvia in the night, 31.\\nSyrups drowsy, 120.\\nTable of my memory, 104.\\nTable in a roar, 114.\\nTables my tables, 104.\\nTail of rhyme, 362.\\nTake any shape but that, 94.\\nTake boatman thrice thy fee. 364-\\nTake each man s censure, 102.\\nTake her up tenderly, 346.\\nTake him for all in all, 101.\\nTake mine ease in my inn, 64.\\nTake no note of time, 217.\\nTake, O take those lips away, 35\\nTake physic, Pomp, 82.\\nTake ye each a shell, 210.\\nTale, an honest, speeds best, 72.\\nTale, as twas said to me, 308.\\nTale, every shepherd tells his, 158.\\nTale, makes up life s, 300.\\nTale of Troy divine, 157.\\nTale, round, unvarnished, 116.\\nTale, schoolboy s, 324.\\nTale so sad, so tender, 236.\\nTale, tedious as a twice-told, 59.\\nTale that is told, 6.\\nTale, the moon takes up the won-\\ndrous, 181.\\nTale, thereby hangs a, 49, 53.\\nTale, tis an old, 310.\\nTale, to adorn a, 231.\\nTale told by an idiot, 98.\\nTale, unfold a, 103.\\nTale which holdeth children, 368-\\nTalk, I never spent an hour s, 41\\nTalk, ye gods, how he will, 175.\\nTall oaks from little acorns, 282.\\nTarn was glorious, 274.\\nTame villatic fowl, 153.\\nTaper to the sun, 278.\\nTapers swim before my sight, 207.\\nTask is smoothly done, 155.\\nTaskmaster s eye, 159.\\nTaste of your quality, 106.\\nTattered clothes, 83.\\nTatters, tear a passion to, 109.\\nTaught us how to die, 211.\\nTeach me to feel, 208.\\nTeach the young idea, 227.\\nTear a passion to tatters, 109.\\nTear, betwixt a smile and, 327.\\nTear, every woe can claim, 330.\\nTear for pity, 67.\\nTear forgot as soon as shed. 238\\nTear, he gave to misery a, 243.\\nTear her tattered ensign, 361.\\nTear in her eye, 311.\\nTear, law which moulds a, 349.\\nTear, man without a, 307.\\nTear, some melodious, 156.\\nTears, baptized in, 268.\\nTears, beguile her of, 116.\\nTears, down Pluto s cheek, 157\\nTears, flattered to, 343.\\nTears from despair, 352.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0489.jp2"}, "486": {"fulltext": "470\\nINDEX.\\nTears hinder needle, 347.\\nTears, idle tears, 352.\\nTears in piteous chase, 48.\\nTears of dotage, 231.\\nTears, pensive beauty in, 305.\\nTears, prepare to shed, 79.\\nTears, sacred source of, 239.\\nTears such as angels weep, 143.\\nTears that speak. 239.\\nTears, too deep for, 292.\\nTeeth are set on edge, 13.\\nTeeth, skin of my, 4.\\nTell it not in Gath, 3.\\nTell me my soul, 208.\\nTell-tale women, 72.\\nTell truth and shame the Devil,\\nG4.\\nTemper justice with mercy, 151.\\nTemper whose unclouded ray, 194.\\nTemple built to God, 177.\\nTemple, nothing ill can dwell in\\nsuch a, 29.\\nTemples, groves were God s first,\\n356.\\nTemples, solemn, 30.\\nTen low words, 197.\\nTender-handed. 226.\\nTenderly, take her up, 346.\\nTenement of clay, 16i.\\nTenets with books, 193.\\nTenor of their way, 242.\\nTented field, 116.\\nTerms, good set, 49.\\nThames, no allaying, 135.\\nThanks of millions, 358.\\nTheban, learned, 83.\\nThespis, the first professor of\\nour art, 172.\\nThetis, lap of, 10.3.\\nThey conquer love that run away,\\n129.\\nThey laugh that win, 121.\\nThick and thin, 409.\\nThick coming fancies, 97.\\nThief doth fear each bush, 71.\\nThief in the night, come as a, 25.\\nThief of time, 217.\\nThievery, example you with, 88.\\nThing, acting of a dreadful, 77.\\nThing devised by the enemy, 73.\\nThing enskyed. 33.\\nThing in awe of such. 76.\\nThing, never says a foolish, 174.\\nThing, sweetest, ever grew, 283.\\nThing we like, we figure, 354.\\nThings, contests from trivial. 199.\\nThings done at the Mermaid, 129.\\nThings, God s sons are, 233.\\nThings left undone, 26.\\nThiugs that ne er were, 196.\\nThings unattempted, 140.\\nThings, unutterable, 228.\\nThings without remedy, 93.\\nThink nought a trifle, 223.\\nThink of that, Master Brook, 32.\\nThink that day lost, 406.\\nThink, those that, must govern.\\n247.\\nThink too little, talk too much,\\n168.\\nThinks most, lives most, 354.\\nThin-spun life, 156.\\nThirsty earth, 138.\\nThirty days hath November, 403.\\nThorn, withering on the virgin,\\nThorns that in her bosom lodge.\\n104.\\nThou art the man, 3.\\nThou little valiant, 58.\\nThought, almost say her body ,126.\\nThought, armor is his honest, 126.\\nThought, deeper than speech, 364.\\nThought, like a passing, 277.\\nThought, likeapleasant, 286.\\nThought, not one immoral, 234.\\nThought, pale cast of, 108.\\nThought, the dome of, 324.\\nThought, the power of, 332.\\nThought, to have common, 194.\\nThought, whistled for want of,\\n169.\\nThought, wish father to that, 68.\\nThoughts, dark soul and foul, 154.\\nThoughts, great, 345.\\nThoughts, hospitable, 150.\\nThoughts of men are widened, 351.\\nThoughts shut up want air, 218.\\nThoughts that breathe, 239.\\nThoughts that wander thro eter-\\nnity, 145.\\nThoughts too deep for tears, 292.\\nThoughts transcend our wonted\\nthemes, 160.\\nThousand, one shall become a, IS.\\nThread, feels at each. 187.\\nThread of his verbosity, 42.\\nThreats, no terror in. 80.\\nThree poet- in three ages, 172.\\nThree removes bad as a fire, 377\\nThree years child. 296.\\nThrice he assayed. 143.\\nThrice he slew the slain, 166.\\nThrice is he armed. 70.\\nThrift may follow fawning, 109.\\nThrift, thrift, Uoratio, 101", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0490.jp2"}, "487": {"fulltext": "471\\nThrone, my bosom s lord sits\\nlightly iu his. 87.\\nThrone, no brother near the, \u00c2\u00a301.\\nThrones, dominations, 150.\\nThrong, the lowest of your,. 149.\\nThrow physic to the dogs, 97.\\nThumbs, pricking of my, 95.\\nThunder, leaps the live, 326.\\nThunder, lightning, orin rain. 88.\\nThwack, with many a stiff, lb 2.\\nThyme, the wild, grows, 40.\\nTickle your catastrophe, 60.\\nTickled with a straw, 190.\\nTide in the affairs of men, 80.\\nTidings, when he frowned, 249.\\nTie, the silken, 309.\\nTiger, in war imitate the, 68.\\nTilt at all I meet, 203.\\nTimber, seasoned, never gives. 131.\\nTime adds increase to her truth,\\n235.\\nTime and the hour, runs, 89.\\nTime, break the legs of. 362.\\nTime, count by heart-throbs, 354.\\nTime elaborately thrown away,\\n223.\\nTime, footprints on the sands of,\\n360.\\nTime, foremost files of, 352.\\nTime hallowed and gracious, 99.\\nTime has laid his hand gently, 361.\\nTime has not cropt the roses, 235.\\nTime, his, is forever, 138.\\nTime, how small a part of, 139.\\nTime is out of joint, 105.\\nTime is still a-hying, 134.\\nTime, noiseless foot of, 55, 307.\\nTime nor place adhere, 91.\\nTime, not of an age, but for all,\\n128.\\nTime, now is the accepted, 23.\\nTime, rich with the spoils of, 241.\\nTime robs us of our joys, 254.\\nTime, scorns of, 107.\\nTime shall throw a dart, 1 28.\\nTime, syllable of recorded, 98.\\nTime to every purpose, 10.\\nTime to mourn, lacks. 354.\\nTime toiled after him in vain, 232.\\nTime, tooth of, 223.\\nTime, we take no note of, 217.\\nTime, what will it not subdue, 237.\\nTime, whirligig of, 57.\\nTime, with thee conversing, I\\nforget all, 149.\\nTime writes no wrinkle, 328.\\nTime s noblest offspring, 215.\\nTimes of need, 169.\\nTimes that try men s souls, 384.\\nTinkling cymbal, 22.\\nTints to-morrow, 331.\\nTipsy dance and jollity, 153.\\nTired he sleeps, 190.\\nlis greatly wise, 218.\\nTitle long and dark, 168.\\nTo be or not to be, 107.\\nTo be weak is miserable, 141.\\nTo-day, be wise, 217.\\nTo each his sufferings, 238.\\nTo err is human, 198.\\nTo every one that hath, 18.\\nTo forgive divine, 198.\\nTo point a moral, 231\\nToad, ugly and venomous, 48.\\nTobacco, sublime, 335.\\nTocsin of the soul, 340.\\nToe of the peasant, 114.\\nToe, on the light fantastic, 157.\\nToil and trouble, 95.\\nToil and trouble, why all this, 290\\nToil, envy, want the jail, 231.\\nToil, must govern those who, 247.\\nToil, verse sweetens, 177.\\nTolerable, not to be endured, 37.\\nToll for the brave, 264.\\nTomb of all the Capulets, 3S2.\\nTomb, no inscription on my, 3S6.\\nTomb of nim who would have\\nmade glad the world, 355.\\nTomb, sorrows encompass the,\\n322.\\nTombs, hark, from the, 225\\nTo-morrow, already walks, 302.\\nTo-morrow and to-morrow, 98.\\nTo-morrow, boast not thyself of. 9.\\nTo-morrow cheerful as to-day. 194.\\nTo-morrow, do thy worst. 172.\\nTo-morrow, the darkest day, live\\ntill.\\n15\\nTo-morrow to fresh\\nTo-morrows, confident, 294.\\nTongue, braggart with my. 96.\\nTongue dropped manna, 144.\\nTongue, give thy thoughts no\\n101.\\nTongue in every wound, 79.\\nTongue, let the candid, 109.\\nTongue, music s golden, 343.\\nTongue Shakspeare spake, 285.\\nTongue, win a woman with, 31.\\nTongues, evil, 150.\\nTongues, envious, 74.\\nTongues in trees, 48.\\nTongues, slanderous, 39.\\nTongues, whispering. 299.\\nToo early seen unknown, 85.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0491.jp2"}, "488": {"fulltext": "472\\nToo late I stayed, 307.\\nToo poor for a bribe, 243\\nTooth for tooth, 2.\\nTooth of time, 36. 223.\\nTooth, sharper than a\\n81.\\nToothache, philosopher that could\\nendure the, 39.\\nTop of my bent, 111.\\nTorrent, and whirlwind s roar ,246.\\nTorrent of a woman s will, 226.\\nTorrent of his fate, 231.\\nTorrent s smoothness, 307.\\nTorrents, motionless, 300.\\nTouch harmonious, 233.\\nTouch not, taste not, 23.\\nTouched nothing, that he did not\\nadorn, 233.\\nTower of strength, 73.\\nTowered cities please us, 158.\\nTowering passion, 115.\\nTowers, the cloud-capt, 30.\\nToys of age, 190.\\nToys, we spent them not in, 137.\\nTrade s proud empire, 232.\\nTrain, a melancholy, 247.\\nTrain up a child, 8.\\nTraitors, our doubts are, 33.\\nTraitors, our fears make us, 96.\\nTransmitter of a foolish face, 177.\\nTrappings and suits of woe, 100.\\nTraps, Cupid kills with, 37.\\nTrav, Blanch, and Sweetheart, S3.\\nTraveller from New Zealand, 389.\\nTread a measure, 43.\\nTreasure is, heart be where your,\\n15.\\nTreasures, the good man s, 301.\\nTreasures up a wrong, 333.\\nTree falleth, where the, 10.\\nTree is known by his fruit, 16.\\nTree, like a green bay, 6.\\nTree of deepest root i s found, 266.\\nTree s inclined, as the twig is\\nbent, 193.\\nTrees, tongues in, 48.\\nTrencherman, valiant, 36.\\nTresses like the morn, loo.\\nTribe richer than all his, 122.\\nTribe, the badge of our, 45.\\nTribute, not one cent for. 385.\\nTribute of a sigh, 242.\\nTribute of a smile, 308.\\nTrick worth two of that, 62.\\nTricks, fantastic, 34.\\nTricks in simple faith, 79.\\nTried, she is to blame who has\\nbeen, 130, 213.\\nTrifle, think nought a, 223.\\nTrifles light as air, 120.\\nTrifles, unconsidered, 54.\\nTrim gardens, 156.\\nTriton blow his wreathed horn,\\n289.\\nTriton of the minnows, 76.\\nTriumphal arch, 306.\\nTriumphant death, 152.\\nTrodden the wine-press, 13.\\nTroop, farewell the plumed, 120.\\nTroops of friends, 97.\\nTrope, out there flew a, 161.\\nTropics, under the, 138.\\nTrouble, war, he sung, is toil and,\\n166.\\nTroubles, arms against a sea of,\\n107.\\nTroubles of the brain, 97.\\nTrowel, laid on with a, 47.\\nTroy, fired another, 167.\\nTroy, half his, was burned, 66.\\nTrue as steel, 86.\\nTrue as the dial, 165.\\nTrue, dare to be, 132.\\nTrue ease in writing, 197.\\nTrue hope is swift, 73.\\nTrue love s the gift, 309.\\nTrue, so sad, so tender, and so,\\nTrue to thine own self, 102.\\nTrue wit is nature, 197.\\nTrust in all things high, 353.\\nTrust, unfaltering, 356.\\nTruth and daylight meet, 373.\\nTruth aud pure delight, 291.\\nTruth and shame the devil, 64.\\nTruth, bright countenance of,\\n372.\\nTruth crushed to earth, 357.\\nTruth denies all eloquence to\\nwoe, 332.\\nTruth, doubt, to be a liar, 105.\\nTruth from his lips prevailed,\\n249.\\nTruth from pole to pole, 181.\\nTruth has such a face, 189.\\nTruth impossible to be soiled,\\n373.\\nTruth in every shepherd s tongue.\\n124.\\nTruth is beauty, 343.\\nTruth is great and mighty, 14.\\nTruth, lies like. 98.\\nTruth, miscalled simplicity, 122\\nTruth of a song, swear to the.\\nTruth, on the scaffold. 303.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0492.jp2"}, "489": {"fulltext": "473\\nTruth severe, by fairv fiction\\ndrest, 240.\\nTruth, sole judge of, 1S9.\\nTruth stranger than fiction. 340.\\nTruth, time will teach, 360.\\nTruth, vantage-ground of, 369.\\nTruth, whispering tongues can\\npoison. 299.\\nTug of war. 175.\\nTurf, green be the, 358.\\nTurf of fresh earth, 375.\\nTurf, Peter, 53.\\nTurf that wraps their clav, 244\\nTurrets of the land, 361.\\nTurtle, love of the, 331.\\nTurtle, voice of the. is heard, 11.\\nT was a fat oyster, 210.\\nT was when the seas was roarinz.\\n212.\\nTweedledum and tweedledee, 214.\\nTwice-told tale. 59.\\nTwig is bent, 193.\\nTwilight, disastrous, 142.\\nTwilight gray, in sober liverv,\\n143.\\nTwinkling of an eye. 22.\\nTwo blades of grass, 184.\\nTwo ears of corn. 184.\\nTwo eternities, 315.\\nTwo single gentlemen in one. 219.\\nTwo truths are told, 89.\\nTwofold image. 294.\\nType of the wise, 288.\\nUna with her lamb, 291.\\nUnadorned, adorned the most,\\n228.\\nUnanimity is wonderful, 272.\\nUnassuming commonplace, 286.\\nUncertain, coy, 311.\\nUncertain glory of an April day,\\n3U.\\nUncle, my prophetic soul! 103.\\nUnconquerable will. 140.\\nUnction, flattering, 112.\\nUnder the hawthorn. 158\\nUnder the tropic is our language j\\nspoke, 138.\\nUnder which king. 68.\\nUnderlings we are. 77.\\nUnderneath this stone doth lie,\\n127.\\nUnderneath, this sable hearse,\\n128.\\nUndevout astronomer. 222.\\nUndiscovered country. 108.\\nUnderstanding, but no tongue,\\n101.\\nUndivulged crimes, 82.\\nUneasy lies the head, 67.\\nInexpressive she, 51.\\nUnfeathered two-legged thing,\\n167.\\nUnfit, for all things, 250.\\nUnforgiving eye. 272.\\nUnfortunate lliss Bailev. 279.\\nUnfortunate, one more^ 346.\\nUnhabitable downs, 184\\nUnuouseled, disappointed, 104.\\nUnion, once glorious, 386.\\nUnited we stand. 280.\\nUnited, yet divided. 257.\\nUnity, to dwell together in, 6.\\nUniverse, born for the, 250.\\nUnknelled, uncoffined, 328.\\nUnknown, argues yourselves, 149.\\nUnknown, live unseen, 208.\\nUnknown, too early seen. S5.\\nUnlamented let me die. 208.\\nUnlettered, small-knowing soul,\\n41.\\nUnlineal hand. 93.\\nUnpaid-for silk, 81.\\nUnpleasing sharps, 87.\\nUnreal mockery. 94.\\nUnrespited, unpitied, 145.\\nUnripened beauties, 179.\\nUnseen, born to blush, 241.\\nUnskilful laugh, 109.\\nUnsought be won, 151.\\nUnstable as water, 2.\\nUntaught knaves. 61.\\nUnutterable things. 228.\\nUnvarnished tide. 116.\\nUnwept, unhonored. unsung. 309.\\nUuwhipped of justice, 82.\\nUp and quit your books, 290.\\nUpon this hint, 117.\\nUrania, govern my song, 150.\\nUrn of poverty, 345.\\nUrns, sepulchral, 263.\\nUrs, those dreadful. 362.\\nUse doth breed a habit. 31.\\nUses, to what base. 1 14.\\nUtica. no pent-up. 323.\\nUtterance of the early gods, 343.\\nVain pomp and glory, 74.\\nVain was the sage s pride, 204.\\nVain wisdom all, 146.\\nVale, meanest floweret of the, 243.\\nVale of life, 242.\\nVale of years. 119.\\nValiant taste death but once, 78.\\nValiant, thou little. 58.\\nValley so sweet, 317.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0493.jp2"}, "490": {"fulltext": "474\\nINDEX.\\nVallombrosa, the brooks in, 141.\\nValor is oozing out, 271.\\nValor, the better part of, 65.\\nVanity and vexation of spirit, 10.\\nVanity of vanities. 11.\\nVantage, coigue of, 90.\\nVantage ground of truth, 369.\\nVariety, her iufiuite, 80.\\nVariety \\\\s the spire of life, 259.\\nVase, you may shatter the, 318.\\nVault, fretted, 241.\\nVault, the deep, damp, 219.\\nVaulting ambition, 91.\\nVein, I am not in the, 72.\\nVenice, her hundred isles, 327.\\nVenice, I stood in, 327.\\nVerbosity, thread of his, 42.\\nVerge enough, 240.\\nVerge of heaven, 219.\\nVerge of the churchyard, 348.\\nVermeil tinctured lip, 155.\\nVernal bloom, 147.\\nVernal seasons of the year, 373.\\nVerse, curst be the, 202.\\nVerse, married to immortal, 158.\\nVerse may find him, 132.\\nVerse sweetens toil, 177.\\nVerses, rhyme the rudder is, 162.\\nVery like a whale, 111.\\nVestal s lot, happy is the, 207.\\nVeteran, superfluous lags the,\\n231.\\nVice is a monster, 189.\\nVice itself lost half its evil, 381.\\nVice prevails, ISO.\\nVices, our pleasant, 83.\\nVices, small, S3.\\nVictims, the little, play, 238.\\nVictors, to the, belong the spoils,\\n389.\\nVictory, t was a famous, 297.\\nVictories, peace hath her, 159.\\nVictorious o er all the ills of life,\\n274.\\nVienna, looker-on here in, 36.\\nView, landscape tire the, 229.\\nVile man that mourns, 188.\\nVillage bells, 261.\\nVillage Hampden. 242.\\nVillain and he miles asunder, 87.\\nVillain, one murder made a, 255.\\nVillain, smile and be a, 104.\\nVillain with gyves on. 64.\\nVillanous saltpetre, 61.\\nVine and fig-tree, 14.\\nVines, tbxt* that spoil the, 11.\\nViolet by a mossy stone. 284.\\nViolet, nodding grows, 40.\\nViolet, throw a perfume on the.\\n59.\\nViolets blue, 43.\\nViolets, upon a bank of, 55.\\nViolets, plucked ne er grow again,\\n254.\\nVirgins soft as the roses, 331.\\nVirtue alone is happiness, 192.\\nVirtue, assume a, 112.\\nVirtue, ceases to be a, 382.\\nVirtue could what virtue would,\\n154.\\nVirtue, homage vice pays to, 376\\nVirtue is bold, 35.\\nVirtue is her own reward, 178.\\nVirtue, linked with one, 332.\\nVirtue makes our bliss, 192, 244.\\nVirtue of necessity, 409.\\nVirtue outbuilds the pyramids,\\n221.\\nVirtues, be kind to her, 177.\\nVirtues plead like angels, 91.\\nVirtues, waste thyself upon, 33.\\nVirtues we write in water, 75.\\nVirtuous and vicious, 189.\\nVirtuous, because thou art, 56.\\nVirtuous Marcia, 179.\\nVisage, on his bold, 312.\\nViable, darkness, 140.\\nVision, and faculty divine, 292.\\nVision, baseless fabric of this, 30.\\nVision beatific, 143.\\nVision, the young men s, 168.\\nVisionj write the, and make it\\nplain, 14.\\nVisions of glory, 240.\\nVisitations daze the world, 354.\\nVisits, angel s, 176.\\nVisits, like angel s, 305.\\nVi.-its. like those of angels, 216.\\nVital spark, 208.\\nVocation, t is my, 61.\\nVoice, cry sleep no more, 92.\\nVoice, gentle and low in woman,\\n83.\\nVoice. I hear a, you cannot. 211.\\nVoiee in my dreaming ear, 305.\\nVoice like a prophet s, 358.\\nVoice lost in singing anthems, 66.\\nVoice of charmers, 6.\\nVoice of nature cries from the\\ntomb, 242.\\nVoice of the sluggard, 225.\\nA r oice of the turtle, 11.\\nVoice, still, small, 3.\\nVoices, r rth with thousand. 300.\\nVoid, have left an aching 265.\\nVolume of my brain, 104.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0494.jp2"}, "491": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n475\\nVolume, within that awful, 314.\\nVote that shakes the turrets of\\nthe land, 361.\\nVoyage of their life. SO.\\nVulgar boil an egg, 201\\nVulture, rage of the, 331.\\nWaft a feather. 217.\\nWager, opiuions backed by a. 333.\\nWagers, for arguments use, 163.\\nWags the world. 49.\\nWaist, bauds round the slight,\\n336.\\nWait, fchey also serve who stand\\nand, 159.\\nWaked to ecstasy, 241.\\nWakens the slumbering ages, 354.\\nWalk by faith, 23.\\nWalk of virtuous life, 219.\\nWalk while ye have the light. 20.\\nWalking in an air of glory, 160.\\nWalking shadow, 98.\\nWalks, echoing, between, 151.\\nWalks the waters, 332.\\nWall, weakest goes to the, 84.\\nWaller was smooth, 204.\\nWandering mazes lost, 146.\\nWant, lonely, retired to die, 233.\\nWant of decency, 174.\\nWanting, art found, 14.\\nWanton wiles. 157.\\nWar, blast of, 68.\\nWar, circumstance of glorious,\\n120.\\nWar, first in, 385.\\nWar, grim visaged. 71.\\nWar is a game, 261.\\nWar is toil and trouble, 166.\\nWar its thousands slays, 255.\\nWar, let slip the dogs of. 78.\\nWar, my sentence is for open,\\n144.\\nWar. my voice is still for, 179.\\nWar. rumor of, 257.\\nWar, then was the tug of, 175.\\nWar to the knife. 324.\\nWarble his native wood-notes,\\n158.\\nWard, mv old, 62.\\nWarrior famoused for fight, 122.\\nWarrior taking his vest. 344\\nWar s glorious art, 223.\\nWar s rattle, 310.\\nWashington s awful memory, 297-\\nWaste its sweetness, 241.\\nWatch au idler is a, 262.\\nWatch and pray, 18.\\nWatch in every old man s eye, 86.\\nWatchdog s honest bark, 337.\\nWatchdog s voice. 248.\\nWatches, as our judgments, 196\\nWatcher of the skies. 344.\\nWater, conscious, 135.\\nWater, drink no longer, 24.\\nW\u00c2\u00b0.ter everywhere, 298.\\nWater imperceptible. 348.\\nWater, not a drop to drink, 298.\\nWater-rats, 44.\\nWater, smooth runs the, 70.\\nWater spilt on the ground, 3.\\nWater, unstable as, 2.\\nWaters, beside the still, 5.\\nWaters, east thy bread upon the.\\n10.\\nWaters of the rude sea, 60.\\nWaters, she walks the, 332.\\nWaters, the hell of, 327.\\nWave o the sea, 54.\\nWaves be stayed. 5.\\nWay, a dim and perilous, 293.\\nWay, noiseless tenor of their, 242\\nWay of all the earth, 2.\\nWay of life, 96.\\nWay to dusty death, 98.\\nWays, amend your, 13.\\nWays of God, justify the, 186.\\nWays of pleasantness, 7.\\nWays, vindicate the, 186.\\nWays, untrodden, 284.\\nWe first endure, 1S9.\\nWe know what we are, 113.\\nWe spent them not in toys, 137.\\nWe watched her breathing. 346.\\nWeakest goes to the wall, 84.\\nWeak woman went astray, 178.\\nWealth of Ormuz. 144.\\nWeariness can snore upon the\\nflint. 81.\\nWearisome condition of human-\\nity. 125.\\nWeary be at rest, 4.\\nWeary of conjectures, ISO.\\nWeb of our life, 55\\nWeb, stained, 815.\\nWeb, what a taugled, 311.\\nWee short hour, 277.\\nWeed on Lethe wharf, 103.\\nWeeds of glorious feature, 28.\\nWeep no more, lady, 254.\\nWeep, while all around thee, 269\\nWeep, who would not, 202.\\nWeighed in the balances, 14.\\nWeight of mightiest monarchies\\n145.\\nWelcome, deep-mouthed, 337.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0495.jp2"}, "492": {"fulltext": "476\\nINDEX.\\nWelcome the coming guest. 203.\\nWell, not so deep as a, 87.\\nWell, not wisely, but too, 122.\\nWell of English undefvled, 27.\\nWell-bred whisper, 259.\\nWells, dropping buckets into\\nempty, 259.\\nWept o er his wounds, 248.\\nWestward, the course of empire,\\n215.\\nWet damnation. 364.\\nWhale, and bobbed for, 173.\\nAVhale, very like a. Ill\\nWhat a falling oil was there, 103.\\nWhat a fall to there, 79.\\nWhat a piece of work is man. 106.\\nWhat beckoning-:,\\nWhat boots it at one gate. 153.\\nWhat can ennoble sots. 191.\\nWhat care I how fair she be. 130.\\nWhat constitutes a state. 269.\\nWhat God hath joined, 17.\\nWhat, he knew what s, 161.\\nWhat is a man profited. 17.\\nWhat is done is done. 93.\\nWhat is friendship. 251.\\nWhat makes doctrines plain, 165.\\nWhat man dare, I dare. 91.\\nWhat ne er was nor is, 196.\\nWhat perils do environ. 162.\\nWhat shall I do to be forever\\nknown, 137.\\nWhat thou wnuldst highly, 90.\\nWhat though the field be lost. 140.\\nWhat will Sirs. Grundy say. 281.\\nWhat s done we may compute,\\n275.\\nWhat s Hecuba to him. 106.\\nWhat s impossible, can t be, 279.\\nWhat s in a name. 85.\\nWhatever is, is right, 188.\\nWheat, two grains of. 44.\\nWheel broken at the cistern, 11.\\nWheel, butterfly upon a, 202\\nWheel witliio a, 13.\\nWheels of weary life. 171.\\nWhen lovely woman, 252.\\nWhen shall we three meet. 88.\\nWhence and what art thou, 147.\\nWhere the bee sucks. 30.\\nWhere the tree falleth. 10.\\nWhere the wood-pigeons breed,\\n233.\\nWhereabout, prate of my, 92.\\nWherefore, for every why, 161.\\nWhining schoolboy. 50.\\nWhip, in every honest hand, 121.\\nWhip me such knaves, 115.\\nWhipped the offending Adam, 68.\\nWhip, and scorns of time, 107.\\nWhirligig of time. 57\\nWhirlwind, rides in the, 180.\\nWhirlwind, shall reap the. 14.\\nWhisper circling round. 249.\\nWhispering. I ne er consent, 337\\nWhispering lovers made. 247.\\nWhispering tongues. 2 J\\nWhispering with white lips, 326.\\nWhispers of fancv, 232.\\nWhistle, clear as a 214.\\nWhistle, dear for his. 377.\\nWhistle her off, 119.\\nWhistle bis friends back. 251.\\nWhistling of a name. 192.\\nWhistled for want of thought, 169.\\nWhite, wench s black eye, 86.\\nWhited sepulchres, 18.\\nWhiter than the driven snow, 236.\\nWhither thou goest I will go, 2.\\nWho builds a church to God, 195.\\nWho but must Laugh. 202.\\nWho does the best. 21S.\\nWho dotes yet doubts. 119.\\nWho drives fat oxen. 234.\\nWho ne er knew joy, 209.\\nWho never mentions hell, 195.\\nWho overcomes by force, 143.\\nWho pens a stanza, 201.\\nWho says in verse. 203.\\nWho shall decide. 195.\\nWho steals my purse. 119.\\nWho sweeps a room. 131.\\nWho would not weep. 202.\\nWhole of life to Uve. 3 3.\\nWhom the gods love. 339.\\nWhose dog are you, 210.\\nWhy did vou kick me down stairs,\\n183.\\nWhy. for every, a wherefore. 161.\\nWhy is plain as way to parish\\nchurch, 50.\\nWhy, man of morals, why. 138.\\nWhy should every creature drink\\nbut I, 13S.\\nWhy so pale and wan, 133.\\nWicked cease from troubling. 4.\\nWicked flee when no man pursu-\\neth, 9.\\nWiekliffe s ashes. 295.\\nWide as a church door. 87.\\nWife and children impediments tc\\ngreat enterprises. 309.\\nWife of thy bosom, 2.\\nWife, true and honorable. 77.\\nWild in woods, 170.\\nWilderness of sweets, 149.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0496.jp2"}, "493": {"fulltext": "477\\nWiles, simple, 286.\\nWill, complies against his, 165.\\nWill, current of a woman s, 226.\\nWill, if she will, 226.\\nWill, puzzles the, 108.\\nWill, there s a way, 273.\\nWill unconquerable. 140.\\nWilling to wound, 202.\\nWillingly let it die, 372.\\nWillows, our harps on the, 7.\\nWin, they laugh that, 121.\\nWind, and his nobility, 61.\\nWind, as large a charter as the, 50.\\nWind, blow, and crack your\\ncheeks, 82.\\nWind, blow, come wrack, 98.\\nWind, blow, thou winter, 51.\\nWind bloweth as it listeth, 19.\\nWind, fly on the wings of the, 5.\\nWind. God tempers the, 380.\\nWind, hope constancy in, 334.\\nWind, idle as the, 80.\\nWind, ill, turns none to good, 408.\\nWind, let her down the, 119.\\nWind, sits the. in that corner, 37.\\nWind, sorrow s keenest, 289.\\nWind, tuev have sown the, 14\\nWinding bout, 158.\\nWindows richly dight, 157.\\nWindows that exclude the light,\\n243.\\nWinds of heaven. 100.\\nWinds viewless, 35.\\nWine, a good, familiar creature,\\n118.\\nWine, for the stomach s sake, 24.\\nWine, good, needs no bush, 53.\\nWine, look not upon the, 8.\\nWine, O thou invisible spirit of,\\n118.\\nWine of life, 93.\\nWing, from an angel s, 290.\\nWinirs. arise with healing in his,\\n14.\\nWiii-rs. Hies with swallow s, 73.\\nWings, like a dove, 6.\\nWings of the wind. 5.\\nWings, riches make themselves, 8.\\nWinter comes to rule the year,\\n228.\\nWinter, lingering, chills the lap\\nof May, 246.\\nWinter, my age is as a lusty, 49.\\nWinter of our discontent, 71.\\nWinter, ruler of the inverted year,\\n260\\nWipe away all records. 104.\\nWisdom and false philosophy, 146.\\nWisdom and wit, 215.\\nWisdom finds a wav, 273.\\nWisdom is humble, 262.\\nWisdom married to immortal\\nverse, 294.\\nWisdom mounts her zenith 268.\\nWisdom priced aoove rubies 5.\\nWisdom with mirth, 250.\\nWise above that which is written,\\n21.\\nWise as serpents, 16.\\nWise, be not worldly, 131.\\nWise, folly to be, 239.\\nWise in your own conceits, 21.\\nWise, never live long, 72.\\nWise saws and modern instances,\\n50.\\nWisely, loved not, 122.\\nWiser and better grow, 176.\\nWisest, brightest, meanest of\\nmankind, 191.\\nWisest man who is not wise, 283.\\nWisest, virtuousest, discreetest,\\n151.\\nWish, father to the thought, 68.\\nWish, not what we, 273.\\nWishes lengthen as our sun de-\\nclines, 220.\\nWishes, like shadows 220.\\nWishing, worst of employments,\\n220.\\nWit, a miracle instead of, 223.\\nWit among lords, 263.\\nWit, a man in, 209.\\nWit, brevity is the soul of, 105.\\nWit, eloquence, and poetry, 137.\\nWit, gentle as bright, 321.\\nWit, his whole, in a jest, 129.\\nWit in other men, 66.\\nWit in the very first line, 251.\\nWit invites you, 263.\\nWit, is nature to advantage\\ndressed, 197.\\nWit, no room for, 374.\\nWit, plentiful lack of, 105\\nWit, shy of using it, 161.\\nWit, skirmish of, 36.\\nWit, that can creep, 202.\\nWit. too proud for a. 250\\nWit with dunces. 205.\\nWit s a feather, 191.\\nWitch hath power to charm, 99.\\nWitch the world, 64.\\nWith too much quickness, 194.\\nWith too much thinking, 194.\\nWithering on the virgin thorn, 39\\nWithers are unwrung, 110.\\nWitnesses, a cloud of, 24.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0497.jp2"}, "494": {"fulltext": "478\\nWits end, at their, 6.\\nWits, keen encounter- of our, 72.\\nWits, to madness near allied, 167.\\nWitty, only in myself. 66.\\nWoe. a man of, 308.\\nWoe a tear can claim, 330.\\nWoe doth tread upon another s\\nheel, 219.\\nWoe. gave signs of. 151.\\nWoe, heritage of, 336.\\nWoe is life protracted, 231.\\nWoe luxury of. 321.\\nWoe. mockery of, 209.\\nWoe, some degree of, 235.\\nWoe succeeds a woe, 219.\\nWoe, teach me to feel another s,\\n20S.\\nWoe, the tears of, 321.\\nWoe. trappings and the suits of,\\n100.\\nWoe, truth denies all eloquence\\nto, 332.\\nWoe, turns at the touch of, 267.\\nWoes, rare are solitarv, 219.\\nWoes, Galileo with his, 327.\\nWolf dwell with the lamb, 12.\\nWoman, a contentious,\\nWoman a contradiction, 194.\\nWoman, an excellent thing in. 83.\\nWoman, and may be WO\\nWoman, dark eye ii\\nWoman, frailty, thy n i\\nWoman, how divine a t:n _\\nWoman, in her first pae\\nWoman, in our hours of ease,\\n811.\\nWoman, in this humor wooed, 72.\\nWoman is at he.irt a rake, 104.\\nWoman, lovely. 174.\\nWoman loves her lover, 333.\\nWoman moved. 53.\\nWoman, nature made thee to\\ntemper man. 174.\\nWoman, nol.lv phvnne I,\\nWoman, O, I could play the, 96.\\nWoman, or an epitaph, 335.\\nWoman perfected, 363.\\nWoman scorned, no furv like a,\\n185.\\nWoman, she is a, 70.\\nWoman stoops to folly, 2-51.\\nWoman, take an elder. 56.\\nWoman that deliberates is lost,\\n180.\\nWoman, to he won, 70.\\nWoman will or won t, 226.\\nWoman s at best a contradiction\\n194.\\ns reason, none but a, 30\\nWoman s will, stem the torrent\\nof a, 226.\\nWoman s will, to turn the cur-\\nrent of a. 226.\\nWomanhood and childhood fleet,\\n360.\\nWomankind, faith in, 353.\\nWomb of morning dew, 27.\\nWomb of pia mater, 42.\\nWomb of uncreated night, 145.\\nWomen pardoned all except her\\nface, 340.\\nWomen, passing the love of, 3.\\nWomen, these telltale, 72.\\nWomen s weapons, 81.\\nWomen wish to be who love their\\nlords. 245.\\nWon, how fields were, 248.\\nWonder grew, that one small\\nhead, 249.\\nWonder how the devil they got\\nthere, 201.\\nWonder of an hour, 324.\\nWonder of our stage, 128.\\nWonder, without our special, 95.\\nWonderful, most wonderful, 51.\\nWoodcocks, springes to catch. 102.\\nWood, impulse from a vernal, 290.\\ntea, native. 158.\\n_\u00e2\u0096\u00a0 .us breed, 230.\\nWood, the deep and gloomy, 287.\\nWood- and pastures new. 150.\\nWoods, in the pathless, 328.\\nWoods, senators of mighty, 343.\\nWoods, stoic of the, 307.\\nWooed, that would be, 151.\\nWool, all cry and no, 102.\\nWord at random, 314.\\nWord fitly spoken. 9.\\nWord, for teaching me that. 46.\\nWord, no man relies on. 174.\\nWord of Caesar against the world,\\n79.\\nWord of promise, 98.\\nWord, suit the action to the, 109.\\nWord to throw at a dog, 48.\\nWords are like leave.-.\\nWords are men s daughters, 233.\\nWords are wise men s counters,\\n367.\\nWords are women. 233.\\nWords as fashions, 197.\\nWords, cannot paint. 209.\\nWords, familiar as household, 69.\\nWords give sorrow, 96.\\nWords, immodest, admit of no\\n1 defence, 174.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0498.jp2"}, "495": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\n479\\nWords of learned length, 249.\\nWords that Bacon spoke, 204.\\nWords that burn, 239.\\nWords that weep. 239\\nWords, words, words, 105.\\nWork, who first invented, 297-\\nWorks, these are th y glorious, 1^9.\\nWorld, a fleeting show, 321.\\nWorld, a good deed in a naughty,\\n47.\\nWorld and its dread laugh, 228.\\nWorld as a stage, 43.\\nWorld, brought death into, 140.\\nWorld calls idle. 259.\\nWorld, children of this, 19.\\nWorld, exhausted, 232.\\nWorld falls, when Rome falls, 328.\\nWorld, fever of the, 287.\\nWorld, foremost man of the, 79.\\nWorld forgetting, by the world\\nforgot, 207.\\nWorld, full of briars, 48.\\nWorld, gave his honors to the,\\n75.\\nWorld, how wags the, 49.\\nWorld, I have not loved the, 326.\\nWorld, I hold the world but as,\\n43.\\nWorld in love with night, 87.\\nWorld is given to lying, 65.\\nWorld its veterans rewards, 194.\\nWorld kuows no thing, of its great-\\nest men, 354.\\nWorld, lash the rascal naked\\nthrough the, 121.\\nWorld, light of the, 15.\\nWorld must be peopled, 37.\\nWorld of happy days, 72.\\nWorld of sighs, 116.\\nWorld of vile, ill-favored faults,\\n32.\\nWorld, peace to be found in the,\\n320.\\nWorld, pendent, 35.\\nWorld, respect upon the, 43.\\nWorld, round the habitable, 171.\\nWorld runs away, 110.\\nWorld, so stands the statue that\\nenchants the, 228.\\nWorld, start of the majestic, 76.\\nWorld, stood against the, 79.\\nWorld, this bleak, 318.\\nWorld too much with us, 289.\\nWorld, unintelligible, 287.\\nWorld, uses of this, 100.\\nWorld wags, 49.\\nWorld wanted many an idle song,\\n201.\\nWorld was all before them, 152.\\nWorld was not worthy of, 24.\\nWorld was sad, 304.\\nWorld, witch the, 64.\\nWorld with its motley rout, 266.\\nWorld without a sun. 304.\\nWorlds, allured to brighter, 249.\\nWorld s mine oyster, 32.\\nWorld s wide enough for thee\\nand me, 379.\\nWorlds, should conquer, 136.\\nWorlds, wreck of matter and the\\ncrush of, 180.\\nWorm dieth not. 18.\\nWorm in the bud, 56.\\nWorm, smallest, 71.\\nWorm, who needlessly sets foot\\nupon a, 262.\\nWorse appear the better reason,\\n144.\\nWorse for wear, 264.\\nWorse, greater feeling to the, 60.\\nWorship God, he says, 278.\\nWorst, the. speak something good,\\n132.\\nWorth by poverty depressed, 232.\\nWorth, conscience of her, -151.\\nWorth makes the man, 191.\\nWorth of anything, 163.\\nWorth, sad relic of departed, 325.\\nWould I were dead now, 348.\\nWould not live alway, 4.\\nWould st not play false, 90.\\nWound, he jests at scars that\\nnever felt a, 85.\\nWounded spirit, 8.\\nWrack, blow wind, come, 98.\\nWrath, nursing her, to keep it\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0warm, 274.\\nWrath, soft answer turneth away,\\nWrath, sun go down upon, 23.\\nWreathed smiles, 157.\\nWreck of matter, 180.\\nWretch, hollow-eyed, 31.\\nWretches hang that jurymen may\\ndine, 200.\\nWretches, poor naked, 82.\\nWrinkled care derides, 157.\\nWrit, and what is, is writ, 329\\nWrit, stolen from holy, 72.\\nWrite about it, goddess, 205.\\nWrite and read comes by nature.\\n37.\\nWrite well hereafter. 372.\\nWrite with a goose pen, 57.\\nWrite with ease, 273.\\nWriter, pen of a ready, 6.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0499.jp2"}, "496": {"fulltext": "480\\nIXDEX.\\nWriting, true ease in, 197.\\nWrong, always in the. 168.\\nWrong, condemn the, 406.\\nWrong on the throne, 363.\\nWrong sow by the ear, 410.\\nWrong, they ne er pardon who\\nhave done the, 170.\\nWrong, treasures up a, 333.\\nWrongs unredressed, 293.\\nWroth with one we love, 299.\\nYe mariners of England, 306.\\nYe who listen with credulity, 232.\\nYear, saddest day of the, 356.\\nYear, starry girdle of the, 305.\\nYears, dim with the mist of, 324.\\nYears following years, 204.\\nYears, live in deeds, not, 354.\\nYears, love of life increased with,\\n267.\\nYears steal fire, 325.\\nYears, we spend our, 6.\\nYellow to the jaundiced eye, 198.\\nYesterdays, cheerful, 294.\\nYesterdays have lighted fools, 98.\\nYoke, part of Flanders hath re-\\nceived our, 138\\nYorick alas poor, 114.\\nYork, this sun of, 71.\\nYou beat your pate, 209.\\nYoung, and now am old, 5.\\nYoung men s vision, 168.\\nYoung, when my bosom was 305.\\nYours, if her merit lessened, 235.\\nYouth on the prow, 240.\\nYouth, friends in, 299.\\nYouth, gives to her mind what he\\nsteals from her, 235.\\nYouth, homekeeping, 30.\\nYouth, liquid dew of, 101.\\nYouth of frolics, 194.\\nYouth of labor, with an age of\\nease, 248.\\nYouth of note, 81.\\nYouth of the realm, 71.\\nYouth, remember thy Creator,\\nYouth, riband in the cap of, 113.\\nY outh that fired the Ephesian\\ndome, 182.\\nYouth, the spirit of, 81.\\nYouth to fame unknown, 242.\\nZeal of God, 21.\\nZealots, graceless, 190.\\nZigzag manuscript, 258", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0500.jp2"}, "497": {"fulltext": "ADDENDA.\\nADDENDA.\\nTO THE FOURTH EDITION.\\nSHAKSPEARE.\\nBid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.\\nVenus and Adonis.\\nfather, what a hell of witchcraft lies\\nIn the small orb of one particular tear.\\nA Lover s Complaint, St. xlii.\\nLike stones of worth they thinly placed are,\\nOr captain jewels in the carcanet. Sonnet Hi.\\nThe ornament of beauty is suspect,\\nA crow that flies in heaven s sweetest air.\\nSonnet lxx.\\nThat full star that ushers in the even.\\nSonnet cxxxii.\\nGrabbed age and youth\\nCannot live together.\\nThe Passionate Pilgrim, viii.\\nHave you not heard it said full oft\\nA woman s nay doth stand for naught.\\nIbid. xiv.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0501.jp2"}, "498": {"fulltext": "JOHN MILTON.\\nA gulf profound as that Serbonian bog,\\nBetwixt Daraiata and Mount Casius old,\\nWhere armies whole have sunk.\\nParadise Lost. Booh ii. Line 592.\\nFor hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,\\nStrive here for mastery. Ibid. Booh ii. Line 898.\\nSuch joy ambition fiuds. Ibid. Booh iv. Line 92.\\nSabean odours from the spicy shore\\nOf Arabie the blest. Ibid. Booh iv. Line 162.\\nAnd on the Tree of Life\\nThe middle tree and highest there that grew,\\nSat like a cormorant. Ibid. Booh iv. Line 194.\\nAll but the wakeful nightingale\\nShe all night long her amorous descant sung\\nSilence was pleased now glowed the firmament\\nWith living sapphires Hesperus that led\\nThe starry host rode brightest, till the moon,\\nRising in clouded majesty, at length\\nApparent queen unveiled her peerless light,\\nA.nd o er the dark her silver mantle threw.\\nIbid. Booh iv. Line 602.\\nLike Teneriff or Atlas unremoved.\\nIbid. Booh iv. Line 987.\\nMy latest found,\\nHeaven s last best gift, my ever-new delight.\\nIbid. Booh v. Line 18.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0502.jp2"}, "499": {"fulltext": "ADDENDA. 3\\nNow half appeared\\nThe tawny lion, pawing to get free\\nHis hinder parts. Ibid. Booh vii. Line 463.\\nThe Angel ended, and in Adam s ear\\nSo charming left his voice, that he awhile\\nThought him still speaking, still \u00c2\u00a3tood fixed to hear.\\nIbid. Booh viii. Line 1.\\nAnd grace that won who .saw to wish her stay.\\nIbid. Booh viii. Line 43.\\nAnd, touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.\\nIbid. Booh viii. Line 47.\\nTo know\\nThat which before us lies in daily life,\\nIs the prime wisdom. Ibid. Booh viii. Line 192.\\nTo the nuptial bower\\nI led her, blushing like the morn. All heaven,\\nAnd happy constellations on that hour\\nShed their selectest influence the earth\\nGave sign of gratulation, and each hill\\nJoyous the birds fresh gales and gentle airs\\nWhispered it to the woods, and from their wings\\nFlung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.\\nIbid. Booh viii. Line 510.\\nAs one who long in populous city pent\\nWhere houses thick and sewers annoy the air.\\nIbid. Booh ix. Line 445.\\nSo glozed the tempter. Ibid. Booh ix. Line 549.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0503.jp2"}, "500": {"fulltext": "ADDENDA.\\nIn her face excuse\\nCame prologue, and apology too prompt.\\nIbid. Book ix. Line 853.\\nHow gladly would I meet\\nMortality, my sentence, and be earth\\nInsensible how glad would lay me down\\nAs in my mother s lap Ibid. Book x. Line 775.\\nSuch sober certainty of waking bliss.\\nComus. Line 263.\\nThat in the colours of the rainbow live\\nAnd play i th plighted clouds.\\nIbid. Line 300.\\nThe unsunned heaps\\nOf miser s treasure. Ibid. Line 398.\\nIf this fail,\\nThe pillared firmament is rottenness,\\nAnd earth s base built on stubble. Ibid. Line 597.\\nIt is for homely features to keep home,\\nThey had their name thence. Ibid. Line 748.\\nThe gadding vine. Lycidas. Line 40.\\nAnd strictly meditate the thankless Muse.\\nIbid. Line 66.\\nTo sport with Amaryllis in the shade,\\nOr with the tangles of Neasra s hair.\\nIbid. Line 68.\\nFame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.\\nIbid. Line 78.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0504.jp2"}, "501": {"fulltext": "ADDENDA. 5\\nSIR JOHN HARRINGTON.\\nTreason doth never prosper, what s the reason\\nWhy if it prosper, none dare call it treason.\\nEpigrams. Bh. iv. Ep. 5.\\nEDMUND WALLER.\\nFor all we know\\nOf what the blessed do above\\nIs, that they sing and that they love.\\nWhile I listen to thy voice.\\nJONATHAN STYTET.\\nBread is the staff of life. Tale of a Tub.\\nCHARLES CHURCHILL.\\nApt alliteration s artful aid. Prophecy of Famine.\\nCOLLET CIBBER.\\nNow by St. Paul the work goes bravely on.\\nRichard III. Act iii. Scene 1.\\nA weak invention of the enemy.*\\nIbid. Act v. Scene 3.\\nCHARLES DLBDEN\\nThere s a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,\\nTo keep watch for the life of poor Jack. Poor Jack.\\nCf. Shakespeare. Richard III. Act v. Scene 3.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0505.jp2"}, "502": {"fulltext": "6 ADDENDA.\\nWILLIAM WORDSWORTH.\\nAn ampler ether, a diviner air. Laodamia.\\nBut shapes that come not at an earthly call\\nWill not depart when mortal voices bid. Dion v.\\nBut yet I know, where er I go,\\nThat there hath passed away a glory from the earth.\\nOde. Intimations of Immortality. St. 2.\\nSmall service is true service while it lasts\\nOf humblest Friends, bright Creature scorn\\nnot one;\\nThe Daisy, by the shadow that it casts,\\nProtects the lingering dew-drop from the Sun.\\nTo a Child. Written in her Album.\\nMy eyes are dim with childish tears,\\nMy heart is idly stirred,\\nFor the same sound is in my ears\\nWhich in those days I heard. The Fountain.\\nLORD BYRON.\\nHad sighed to many though he loved but one.\\nChilde Harold s Pilgrimage. Canto i. Stanza 5.\\nMight shake the saintship of an anchorite.\\nCanto i. Stanza 11.\\nStill from the fount of Joy s delicious springs\\nSome bitter o er the flowers its bubbling venom\\nI flings.* Canto i. Stanza 82.\\nMedio de fonte leporum\\nSurgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat.\\nLucretius, iv. 1. 1133.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0506.jp2"}, "503": {"fulltext": "ADDENDA. 7\\nGone, glimmering through the dream of things that\\nwere. Canto ii. Stanza 2.\\nI am as a weed,\\nFlung from the rock, on Ocean s foam, to sail\\nWhere er the surge may sweep, the tempest s breath\\nprevail. Canto iii. Stanza 2,\\nAnd thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 32.\\nDrops the light drip of the suspended oar.\\nCanto iii. Stanza 86.\\nParting day\\nDies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues\\nWith a new colour as it gasps away,\\nThe last still loveliest, till tis gone and all is\\ngray. Canto iv. Stanza 29.\\nLet these describe the undescribable.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 53.\\nHeaven gives its favorites early death.\\nCanto iv. Stanza 102.\\nThou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied\\nforth. Canto iv. Stanza 115.\\nAlas our young affections run to waste,\\nOr water but the desert. Canto iv. Stanza 120.\\nWith silent worship of the great of old\\nThe dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule\\nOur spirits from their urns. Manfred. Act iii. Sc. 4.\\nThere s not a joy the world can give like that it\\ntakes away. Stanzas for Music.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0507.jp2"}, "504": {"fulltext": "8 ADDENDA.\\nYet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires,\\nAnd decorate the verse herself inspires\\nThis fact, in Virtue s name, let Crabbe attest\\nThough Nature s sternest painter, yet the best.\\nEnglish Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 839.\\nIn my hot youth, when George the Third was King.\\nDon Juan. Canto i. Stanza 212.\\nJOHN KEATS.\\nAs though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.\\nThe Eve of St. Agnes. Stanza 27.\\nThou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.\\nOde on a Grecian Urn.\\nALFRED TENNYSON.\\nHer eyes are homes of silent prayer.\\nIn Memoriam. xxxii.\\nWhose faith has centre everywhere,\\nNor cares to fix itself to form. Ibid, xxxiii.\\nWho battled for the true, the just. Ibid. lv.\\nSo many worlds, so much to do,\\nSo little done, such things to be. Ibid, lxxii.\\nOne God, one law, one element,\\nAnd one far-off divine event,\\nTo which the whole creation moves.\\nIbid. Conclusion.\\nI built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,\\nWherein at ease for aye to dwell. The Palace of Art.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0508.jp2"}, "505": {"fulltext": "JOHN PIERPONT.\\nA weapon that comes down as still\\nAs snow-flakes fall upon the sod\\nBut executes a freeman s will,\\nAs lightning does the will of God\\nAnd from its force, nor doors nor locks\\nCan shield you tis the ballot-box.\\nA Word from a Petitioner.\\nH. W. LONGFELLOW.\\nThough the mills of God grind slowly, yet they\\ngrind exceeding small\\nThough with patience He stands waiting, with\\nexactness grinds He all.\\nRetribution. From the Sinngediclite of Fricdrich\\nVon Logau.\\nThere is no Death What seems so is transition.\\nThis life of mortal breath\\nIs but a suburb of the life elysian,\\nWhose portal we call death. Resignation.\\nSail on, O Ship of State\\nSail on, Union, strong and great\\nHumanity with all its fears,\\nWith all the hopes of future years,\\nIs hanging breathless on thy fate\\nThe Building of the Ship.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0509.jp2"}, "506": {"fulltext": "10\\nJAMES MONTGOMERY.\\nGashed with honorable scars,\\nLow in Glory s lap they lie\\nThough they fell, they fell like stars,\\nStreaming splendor through the sky.\\nThe Battle of Alexandria.\\nPrayer is the soul s sincere desire,\\nUttered or unexpressed,\\nThe motion of a hidden fire\\nThat trembles in the breast.\\nOrig. Hymns. What is Prayer\\nHENRY HART MILMAN.\\nAnd the cold marble leapt to life a god.\\nThe Belvidere Apollo.\\nToo fair to worship, too divine to love. Ibid.\\nJOHN KEBLE.\\nWhy should we faint and fear to live alone,\\nSince all alone, so heaven has willed, we die,\\nNor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,\\nKnows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.\\nThe Christian Year. Twenty-fourth Sunday\\nafter Trinity.\\nTis sweet, as year by year we lose\\nFriends out of sight, in faith to muse\\nHow grows in Paradise our store. Burial of the Dead-", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0510.jp2"}, "507": {"fulltext": "ADDENDA. 11\\nGEORGE CANNING.\\nBlack s not so black nor white so very white.\\nThe New Morality. Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin.\\nI called the New World into existence to redress\\nthe balance of the old.\\nThe King s Message. (Dec. 12, 1826.)\\nFRANCIS BACON.\\nAntiquitas scecidi juvenilis mandi.\\nThese times are the ancient times, when the\\nworld is ancient, and not those which we account\\nancient ordine retrogrado, by a computation back-\\nward from ourselves.* f Advancement of Learning.\\nSIR PHILIP SIDNEY.\\nSweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.\\nDefence of Poesy.\\nHigh erected thought seated in a heart of cour-\\ntesy. Arcadia. Book I.\\nAs in the little, so in the great world, reason will tell you\\nthat old age or antiquity is to be accounted by the farther dis-\\ntance from the beginning and the nearer approach to the end.\\nYourself, then, in disgracing [disparaging] the present\\ntinies, disgrace [disparage] Antiquity, properly so called the\\ntimes wherein we now live being in propriety of speech the\\nmost ancient since the world s creation.\\nGeokge Hakewill. An Apologie or Declaration of\\nthe Power and Providence of God in the Government\\nof the World. London, 1627.\\nt We are Ancients of the earth,\\nAnd in the morning of the times.\\nTennyson. The Day Dream. (V Envoi.)", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0511.jp2"}, "508": {"fulltext": "12\\nTHOMAS FULLER.\\nThe Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have\\nforgotten the names of their founders.\\nHoly State. Of Tombs.\\nRICHARD BENTLEY.\\nIt is a maxim with me that no man was ever\\nwritten out of reputation but by himself.\\nMonk s Life of Bentley, p. 90.\\nEDMUND BURKE.\\nHaving looked to government for bread on the\\nvery first scarcity they will turn and bite the hand\\nthat fed them. Thoughts and Details on Scarcity.\\nSIR ROBERT WALPOLE.\\nAnything but history, for history must be false.\\nWalpoliana, No. 141.\\nThe Gratitude of place-expectants is a lively\\nsense of future favors.*\\nFISHER AMES.\\nI consider biennial elections as a security that\\nthe sober, second thought of the people shall be\\nlaw. Speech on Biennial Elections,\\nSee Hazlitt. Wit and Humour.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0512.jp2"}, "509": {"fulltext": "ADDENDA. 13\\nKUFUS CHOATE.\\nWe join ourselves to no party that does not\\ncarry the flag and keep step to the music of the\\nUnion. Letter to the Whig Convention.\\nIts constitution the glittering and sounding gen-\\neralities of natural right which make up the Decla-\\nration of Independence.\\nLetter to the Maine Whig Committee.\\nO. W. HOLMES.\\nBoston State-House is the hub of the Solar\\nSystem. You couldn t pry that out of a Boston\\nman if you had the tire of all creation straightened\\nout for a crowbar.\\nThe Autocrat of the Brealcfast Table, p. 143.\\n1 believe it because it is impossible.\\nCertum est, quia impossible est.\\nTertullian, De Came Christi, c. 5.\\nSometimes quoted, credo quia impossibile est;\\nand in English, because it is incredible.\\nRebellion to tyrants is obedience to God.\\nFrom an inscription on the cannon near which\\nthe ashes of President John Bradshaw were lodged,\\non the top of a high hill near Martha Bay in Ja-\\nmaica.\\nStiles s History of the Three Judges of King\\nCharles L.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0513.jp2"}, "510": {"fulltext": "14 ADDENDA.\\nPower behind the Throne.\\nAlong train of these practices has at length unwillingly con-\\nvinced me that there is something behind the Throne greater\\nthan the King himself.*\\nChatham. Speech March 2d, 1770, on Lord Craven s Mo-\\ntion for an address to his Majesty, etc. Chatham Corre-\\nspondence. Vol. iii. p. 422. London, 1839.\\nQuoted, greater than the Throne itself, by Lord ilahon\\n(History of England. Vol. v. p. 258. London, 1853.)\\nNation of Shopkeepers.\\nFrom an oration purporting to have been delivered by Sam-\\nuel Adams at the State-House in Philadelphia, August 1st,\\n1776. Philadelphia, printed, London, reprinted for E. Johnson,\\nNo. 4 Lvdgate Hill, MDCCLXXVI *t\\nNo such American edition has ever been seen, but at\\nleast four copies are known of the London issue. A German\\ntranslation of this oration was printed in 1778, perhaps at Bern;\\nthe place of publication is not given. Wells s Life of Adams.\\nf And what is true of a shopkeeper is true of a shopkeeping\\nnation. Tucker, Deax of Gloucester. Tract. 1766.\\nPut your trust in God, my boys, and keep your\\npowder dry. Col. Blacker. 1834. Oliver s Advice.\\nThere is a well-authenticated anecdote of Cromwell. On a\\ncertain occasion, when hi- troops were about crossing a river to\\nattack the enemy, he concluded an address, couched in the\\nusual fanatic terms in use among them, with these words,\\nPut your trust in God; but mind to keep your powder dry.\\nHates Ballads of Ireland. Vol. i. p. 191.\\nGreatest happiness of the greatest number,\\nPriestley was the first (unless it was Beccaria\u00c2\u00a7) who taught\\nmy lips to pronounce this sacred truth; That the greatest\\nhappiness of the greatest number is the foundation of morals\\nand legislation. Bentham s Works. Vol. x. p. 142.\\nThe expression is used by Beccaria in the Introduction to\\nhis Essay on Crimes and Punishments.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0514.jp2"}, "511": {"fulltext": "INDEX TO ADDENDA.\\nAffections run to waste, 7.\\nAir, diviner, 6.\\nAlliteration^ artful aid, 5.\\nAlone, we live and die, 10.\\nAncient times, 11.\\nAncients of the earth, 11.\\nAmbition finds such joy, 2.\\nAnnoy the air, 3\\nAntiquitas sajculi juventus mun-\\ndi, 11.\\nApology too prompt, 4.\\nArabie the blest, 2.\\nBallot-box, 9.\\nBattled for the true, the just, 8.\\nBeauty s ornament, suspect, 1.\\nBelieve, because impossible, 13.\\nBid me discourse, 1\\nBiennial elections, 12.\\nBite the hand that fed them, 12.\\nBitter, some, o er the flowers, 6.\\nBlack s not so black, 11.\\nBlessed, what the, do above, 5.\\nBread the staff of life, 5.\\nCarcanet, captain jewels in the, 1.\\nCertum est, quia impossibile, 13.\\nCherub, sweet little, aloft, 5.\\nCity, pent in populous, 3.\\nCormorant, sat like a, 2\\nCrabbed age and youth, 1.\\nCreation moves to one event, 8.\\nDaisy protects the dew-drop, 6.\\nDay dies like the dolphin, 7.\\nDeath is transition, 9.\\nDescribe the undescribable, 7.\\nDoting with age, 12\\nDream, the, of things that were, 7.\\nEarly death, Heaven gives its fa-\\nvorites, 7.\\nEnchant thine ear, 1.\\nEther, ampler, 6.\\nExcuse came prologue, 4.\\nEyes dim with childish tears, 6.\\nEyes, homes of silent prayer, 8.\\nFaith has centre everywhere, 8.\\nFame, no plant, on mortal soil, 4.\\nFirmament, glowed with sapphires,\\nFirmament, the pillared, is rotten-\\nness, 4.\\nFoster-child of silence, 8.\\nFriends lost, a store in Para-\\ndise, 10.\\nGadding vine, 4.\\nGashed with honorable scars, 10.\\nGladlier grew, 3.\\nGlittering generalities, 13.\\nGlory, passed away from earth, 6.\\nGlory s lap they lie, 10.\\nGlozed the tempter, 3.\\nGone, glimmering through the\\ndream, 7.\\nGrace that won who saw, 3.\\nGratitude of place-expectants, 12.\\nGratulation, gave sign of, 3.\\nGreatest happiness of the greatest\\nnumber. 14.\\nGulf profound, 2.\\nHanging breathless on thy fate, 9.\\nHeart idly stirred, 6.\\nHeart will break yet live, 7.\\nHeaven s last best gift, 2.\\nHell of witchcraft, 1.\\nHistory must be false, 12.\\nHomely features keep home, 4.\\nHonorable scars, 10.\\nHot, cold, moist, and dry, 2.\\nHot youth, 8.\\nHub of the Solar System, 13.\\nInvention of the enemy, 5.", "height": "2436", "width": "1488", "jp2-path": "familiarquot00bart_0515.jp2"}, "512": {"fulltext": "16\\nINDEX TO ADDENDA.\\nJewels in the careanet, 1.\\nJoy, the world takes away, 7\\nJoy s delicious springs, 6.\\nKeep your powder dry, 14.\\nLast still loveliest, 7.\\nLife a suburb, 9.\\nLion, tawny, pawing, 3.\\nMarble, cold, leapt to life, 10.\\nMedio de fonte leporum, 6.\\nMills of God grind slowly, 9.\\nMoon, apparent queen, 2.\\nMortality, my sentence, 4.\\nMother s lap, as in niy, 4.\\nMuse, meditate the thankless, 4.\\nMusic of the Union, keep step\\nto, 13.\\nNature s sternest painter, 8.\\nNew World, redress the balance\\nof the Old, 11.\\nNightingale, the wakeful, 2.\\nNuptial bower, 3.\\nOar. the light drip of, 7.\\nOdours from the spicy shrub, 3.\\nOne God, one law, 8.\\nPent in populous city, 3.\\nPlighted clouds, play i the, 4.\\nPower behind the throne, 14.\\nPrayer the soul s sincere desire, 10.\\nPyramids, doting with age, 12.\\nRebellion to tyrants, etc., 13.\\nImputation, written out of, 12.\\nRose, be a bud again, 8.\\nRottenness, the firmament is, 4.\\nSabean odours, 2.\\nSat like a cormorant, 2.\\nSerbonian bog, 2.\\nShake the Raintship of an anchor-\\nite, 6.\\nShapes, will not depart, 6.\\nShed their selectest influence, 3.\\nShip of State, sail on 9.\\nShopkeepers, nation of, 14.\\nSighed to many, loved but one, 6\\nSilence was pleased, 2.\\nSmall service, true service, 6.\\nSo much to do, so little done, 8.\\nSober certainty of waking bliss, 4.\\nSober second thought of the peo-\\nple, 12.\\nSoul, I built a lordly pleasure-\\nhouse, 8.\\nSovereigns, dead but sceptred, 7.\\nSport with Amaryllis in the shade,\\n4.\\nStar that ushers in the even, 1.\\nStreaming splendor through the\\nsky, 10.\\nStubble, earth s base built on, 4.\\nSuch joy ambition finds, 2.\\nSurgit amari aliquid, 6.\\nSuspect, beauty s ornament, 1.\\nTangles of Neaera s hair, 4.\\nTear, the small orb of, 1.\\nTendance, touched by her fair. 3.\\nTeneriff or Atlas, 2.\\nThought him still speaking, 3.\\nThought, thou wert a beautiful, 7\\nTire of all creation, 13.\\nToo fair to worship, too divine to\\nlove, 10.\\nTreason doth never prosper, 5.\\nTrust in God, and keep your pow-\\nder dry, 14.\\nTruth decorate the verse, 8.\\nUnsunned heaps of treasure, 4.\\nVenom, bubbling, 6.\\nVine, the gaddiug, 4.\\nWaking bliss, sober certainty of,\\n4.\\nWeed on Ocean s foam, 7.\\nWisdom, the prime 3.\\nWoman s nay doth stand for\\nnaught, 1.\\nWork goes bravely on, 5.\\nWorship of the great of old, 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