The enormous faith of many made for one. d. Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. Faith is the subtle chain Which binds us to the Infinite: the voice Henry IV. Pt. II. Act III. Sc 2. Lord, Lord, how the world is given to lying! I grant you I was down, and out of breath; and so was he: but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. t. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 4. Oh, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3. น. Then Naldo: ""Tis a petty kind of fame 1. GEORGE ELIOT-Legend of Jubal. Stradivarius. Line 85. Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last part, but fame relates all, and often more than all. m. FULLER-The Holy and Profane States. Fame. Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing. n. 0. FULLER-The Holy and Profane States. Fame. From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guitless of his country's blood. q. GRAY-Elegy in a Country Churchyard. I want you to see Peel, Stanley, Graham, Shiel, Russell, Macaulay, Old Joe, and so They are all upper-crust here. HALIBURTON-Sam Slick in England. Ch. XXIV. on. 1'. The temple of fame stands upon the grave: the flame that burns upon its altars is kindled from the ashes of dead men. t. HAZLITT-Lectures on The English Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame, Away! to me--a woman-bring u. Mrs. HEMANS- Woman and Fame. If that thy fame with ev'ry toy be pos'd, "Tis a thinne web, which poysonous fancies make; But the great souldier's honour was compos'd Of thicker stuffe, which would endure a shake. Wisdom picks friends; civilitie playes the 2. rest. A toy shunn'd cleanly, passeth with the best. HERBERT-The Temple. The Church- Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. h. As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 3. So full of shapes is fancy, It is engender'd in the eyes Act III. Sc. 2. TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. XXIII. Though they be never so ridiculous, w. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers. x. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. Their clothes are after such a pagan cut, too, That, sure, they have worn out Christendom. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3. y. You, Sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments. Act III. Sc. 6. despair. m. BYRON-The Corsair. Canto I. St. 15. Z. King Lear. |