Alexander's Feast -- Continued. Line 106. Take the good the gods provide thee. Line 120. Sighed and looked, and sighed again. Line 154. Line 160. Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. Line 169. He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. a CYMON AND IPHIGENIA. Line 84. Line 367. She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence, Sex to the last. ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL. Part i. Line 27. Absolom and Achitophel -- Continued Part i. Line 156. A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Part i. Line 163.. Part i. Line 169. Part i. Line 174. Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. Part i. Line 238. Part i. Line 301. Part i. Line 512. Not only hating David, but the king. Part i. Line 534. Who think too little, and who talk too much. * Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.—Joel iii. 28. Absalom and Achitophel — Continued. Part i. Lire 545. Part i. Line 557. So over violent, or over civil, Part i. Line 645. Part i. Line 868. Part i. Line 1005. Beware the fury of a patient man. Part ii. Line 414. And dashed through thick and thin.* Part ii. Line 463. For every inch, that is not fool, is rogue. * Through thick and thin, both over banck and bush, Fairie Queene. Book 3. c. i. st. 17. All for Love. Prologue. Errors like straws upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below. Act iv. Sc. i. The Tempest. Prologue. Conquest of Grenada. Part i. Sc. 1. Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. There is a pleasure Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1. This is the porcelain clay of human kind. Translation of Juvenal's 10th Satire. Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue. Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba. Imitation of the 29th of Horace. Book i. Line 65. Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own : He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Mac Flecknoe. Line 20. But Shadwell never deviates into sense. The Cock and Fox. Line 452. Theodore and Honoria. And that one hunting, which the devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind. On Milton. |