Page images

I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
Diet his sickness, for it is my office,
And will have no attorney but myself;
And therefore let me have him home with





Comedy of Errors. Act V. Sc. 1. I will be master of what is mine own; She is my goods, any chattels; she is my

house, My household-stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything; And here she stands, touch ler whoever

dare. 1. Taming of the Shreu. Act III. Sc. 2.

Should all despair That have revolted wives, the tenth of man.

kind Would bang themselves.

W'inter's Tale. Act I, Sc. 2.


[ocr errors]

To deny the freedom of the will is to make morality impossible. 1. FROUDE-Short Studies on Great

Subjects. Calvinism. He who is firm in will moulds the world to himself.

GOETHE. The only way of setting the Will free is to deliver it from wilfulness. J. C and A W HARE-Guesses at

Truth, The readinesse of doing doth expresse No other but the doer's willingnesse.

HERRICK - Hesperides. Readinesse. A boy's will is the wind's will.

P. LONGFELLOW- My Lost Youth.
The star of the unconquered will,

He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,

And calm, and self-possessed.
9 LONGFELLOW— The Light of Stars.

No action will be considered as blameless, unless the will was so; for by this will the act was indicated.

SENECA. My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous

shores Of will and judgment.

Troilus and Cressida. Act II. Sc. 2. That what he will, he does; and does so

much, That proof is call'd impossibility.

t. Troilus and Cressida. Act V. Sc. 5.

[ocr errors]


[ocr errors]

Why, man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. d. Tico Gentlemen of Verona. Act II

Sc. 4. You are my true and honourable wife; As de ir to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.

Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. My dear, my better half.

Sir PHILIP SIDNEY- Arcadia. Bk. III. Of earthly goods, the best is a good wife; A bad, the bitterest curse of human life. g.

SIMONIDES, A love still burning upward, giving light To read those laws; an accent very low In blandishment, but a most silver flow Of subtle-paced counsel in distress, Right to the heart and brain, tho’undescried, Winning its way with extreme gentleness Thro' all the outworks of suspicious pride; A courage to endure and to obey: A hate of gossip parlance and of sway, Crown'd Isabel, thro all her placid life, The queen of marriage, A inost perfect wife.

h. TENNYSON- Isabel.

[merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors]

He that complies against his will,
Is of his own opinion still;
Which he may adhere to, yet disown,
For reasons to himself best known.
i. BUTLER— Hudibras. · Pt. III.

Canto III. Line 547.

WIND. There is strange music in the stirring wind! BOWLES-Sonnets and Other Poems.

November. Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious

breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson

leaf, And suns grow meek, and the meek suns

grow brief,

The general of a large army may be defeated, but you cannot defeat the determined mind of a peasant. je CONFUCIUS.

There is nothing good or evil save in the will.


And the year smiles as it draws near its

Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay

In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from

Journeying, in long serenity, away.





[blocks in formation]

Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to

find The perfumes thou dost bring? By brooks, that through the winding meadows

wind, Or brink of rushy spring? Or woodside, where, in little companies,

The early wild flowers rise, Or sheltered lawn, where, mid encircling

trees, May's warmest sunshine lies ?

b. BRYANT– May Evening. St. 2. Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay,

In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from

Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I

Might wear out life like thee, mid bowers

and brooks, And dearer yet the sunshine of kind

looks, And music of kind voices ever nigh; And when my last sand twinkled in the

glass, Pass silently from men as thou dost pass. BRYANT

- October.



How silent are the winds! i. BARRY CORNWALL, English Songs and Other Small Poems. The Sea-in

Calm. I love that moaning music which I hear In the bleak gusts of Autumn, for the soul Seems gathering tidings from another sphere. i. BARRY CORNWALL, A Sicilian Story.

Autumn. A wet sheet and a flowing sea,

A wind that follows fast,
And fills the white and rustling sail,

And bends the gallant mast.
k. CUNNINGHAM-A Wet Sheet and a

Flowing Sea. The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten'd lungs, or conscious of

their charge. 1. DRYDEN- Astrou Redux., Line 242.

Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summer's dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries: For what has been and is not. GEORGE ELIOT— The Spanish Gypsy.

Bk. I. The wind moans, like a long wail from some despairing soul shut out in the awful storm! W. HAMILTOX GIBSON - Pastoral Days.

Winter. An ill wind that bloweth no man good

The blower of which blast is she.

0. John HEYWOOD-Idleness. The wind has a language I would I could

learn; Sometimes 'tis soothing, and sometimes 'tis

stern, Sometimes it comes like a low swift song, And all things grow calm as the strain toats

along. p. HONE- Everyday Book. P. 1285.

Improvisatrice. Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear

Has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year,

I listen and it cheers me long.

LONGFELLOW -- Woods in Winter.
I hear the wind among the trees
Playing celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.

LONGFELLOW-A Day of Sunshine.
The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes
The doors and window-blinds, and makes
Mysterious moanings in the halls;
The convent-chimneys seem almost
The trumpets of some heavenly host,
Setting its watch upon our walls!
LONGFELLOW-Christus. Dirine
Tragedy. The Third Passover.

First Interlude.


At midnight, while reposing on my couch,
His stealthy hand came feeling at my door
And at the lattice, till the frozen glass
Pealed out like bells held in the fairy hands
Which wrote the flourishes in frost-work

there; Thrusting his arm through every open pane, Rattling the blinds, and scaring sleep

awayPiping a low base on the chimney's flute, Unhinging careless gates, and swinging signs, And with his lips upon a thousand tubes At once, blew a loud universal blast.

d. GEORGE W. BUNGAY— The Night Wind. Winds come whispering lightly from the

west, Kissing;

not ruffling, the blue deep's serene. BYRON- Childe Harold. Canto II.

St. 70.


Soft blows the wind that breathes from that

blue sky! f. COLERIDGE- From the German. The winds of winter wailing through the

woods. g. ABRAHAM COLES— The Microcosm.

Hearing. Powers of Sound, &c. The sobbing wind is fierce and strong,

lik a human wail. h. Susan COOLIDGE - Solstice.


Its cry

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]




[blocks in formation]


Few things surpass old wine; and they may

preach Who please,--the more because they preach

in vain, Let us have wine and women, mirth and

laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.

BYRON- Don Juan. Canto II. St. 178. Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels. . BYRON -- Sweet Things. St. 5.

Ten thousand casks, Forever dribbling out their base contents, Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state, Bleed gold for ministers to sport away. Drink, and be mad then. 'Tis your country

COWPER- The Task. Bk. IV.

Line 504.


Give me a bowl of wine-
In this I bury all unkindness.

Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3.
He calls for wine:-A health, quoth he, as if
He'd been aboard, carousing to his matus
After a storm.

Taming of the Shrero. Act III. Sc. 2. O thou invisible spirit of wine! If thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

P. Othello. Act II. Sc, 3. Wine has drowned more than the sea. 9.

PUBLIUS SYRUS. The hop for his profit I thus do exalt, It strengtheneth drink, and it favoureth malt: And being well brewed, long kept it will last, And drawing abide-if you drar not too fast. TUSSER— Five Hundred Points of Gool

Husbandrie, Ch. IX.

Bacchus ever fair and young.

d. DRYDEN- Alexander's Feast. Line 54.



Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learn-

Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives genius a better discerning.
GOLDSMITH - She Stoops to Conquer.

Act I. Sc. 1. Song. Call things by their names Glass of brandy and water! That is the current, but not the appropriate name; ask for a glass of liquid fire and distilled damnation.

of ROBERT HALL-Gregory's Life of Hall. What cannot wine perform? It brings to light The secret soul; it bids the coward fight; Gives being to our hopes, and from our hearts Drives the dull sorrow, and inspires new arts. Is there a mith whom bumpers have not taught A flow of words, a loftiness of thought? Even in th' oppressive grasp of poverty It can enlarge, and bid the soul be free.


Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. h. SAM'L JOHNSON-- Bosicell's Life of

Johnson. There is a devil in every berry of the grape.


WISDOM. Wisdom of our ancestors. BURKE--Discussion on the Traitorous

Correspondence Bill. 1793. But these are foolish things to all the wise,

And I love wisdom more than she loves me; My tendency is to philosophise

On most things, from a tyrant to a tree; But still the spouseless virgin Knowledge

flies. What are we? and whence come we? what

shall be Our ultimate existence? What's our present? Are questions answerless and yet inces

sant. t. BYRON- Don Juan. Canto VI. St. 63.


[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

While our wreaths of parsley spread
Their fadeless foliage round our hearl,
Let's hymn th' almighty power of wine,
And shed libations on his shrine!
MOORE-Odes of Anacreon.


Wisdom is oft concealed in mean attire.

Yonge's Cocillius. Supra. Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so

much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

COWPER- The Task. Bk. VI. Line 96. They whom truth and wisdom lead Can gather honey from a weed. COWPER— The Pine-Apple and Bee.

Line 35. Wisdom and goodness are twin-born, one

heart Must hold both sisters, never seen apart.

COW PER – Erpostulation. Line 634. In idle wishes fools supinely stay, Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.

CRABBE- The Birth of Flattery. The end of wisdom is consultation and deliberation.


There is a great fault in wine; it first trips up the feet, it is a cunning wrestler.


Come, come; good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against it.

1. Othello. Act II. Se, 3.

Who are a little wise the best fools be.

DONNE- The Triple Fool.


Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her

wings, That in the various bustle of resort, Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.

MILTON-Comus. Line 375.


[blocks in formation]

Yet some there be that by due steps aspire
To lay their just hands on that golden key,
That opes the palace of eternity.

MILTON- Comus. Line 12.
Wisdom, slow product of laborious years,
The only fruit that life's cold winter bears.
Thy sacred seeds in vain in youth we lay,
By the fierce storm of passion torn away;
Should some remain in a rich gen'rous soil,
They long lie hid, and must be rais'd with

toil; Faintly they struggle with inclement skies, No sooner born than the poor planter dies. 9. LADY MONTAGU— Written at Lourere.


[blocks in formation]

The most certain sign of wisdom is a continual cheerfulness; her state is like that of things in the regions above the moon, always clear and serene. 1. MONTAIGNE-- Essays. Bk. I.

Ch. XXV.

St. 9.

Nothing can be truer than fairy wisdom. It is as true as sunbeams. h. DOUGLAS JERROLD-Specimens of

Jerrold's Wit. Fairy Tales. The only jewel which you can carry beyond the grave is wisdom. i. LANGFORD- The Praise of Books.

Preliminary Essay. Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, anıl simple, and childlike.

J. LONGFELLOW-Evangeline. Pt. I. III.

[ocr errors][merged small]

Socrates Whom, well inspir'd, the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men. k. MILTON- Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.

Line 274.

[blocks in formation]

So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. I. MILTON-Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII.

Line 548.

[blocks in formation]

Though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At Wisdom's gate, and to Simplicity Resigns her charge, while Goodness thinks


no ill

Where no ill seems.
MILTOX-Paraulise Lost. Bk. III.

Line 686.

To know That which before us lies in daily life, Is the prime wisdom. n. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII.

Line 192.

I am a sage, and can command the elements-At least men think I can.

SCOTT - Quentin Durward. Ch. XIII. Wisdom does not show itself so much in precept as in life-in a firmness of mind and mastery of appetite. It teaches us to do, as well as to talk; and to make our actions and words all of a color.


« PreviousContinue »