Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadowed livery of the burnished sun, SHAKESPEARE. Incensed with indignation Satan stood Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; Ay, every inch a king. SHAKESPEARE. King Lear, Act iv. Sc. 6. ARCHITECTURE. SHAKESPEARE. When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; Henry IV., Pt. II. Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE. The hasty multitude Paradise Lost, Bk. I. Old houses mended, MILTON. Cost little less than new, before they 're ended. Prologue to the Double Gallant. C. CIBBER. The architect Built his great heart into these sculptured stones, And with him toiled his children, and their lives As offerings unto God. The Golden Legend, Pt. III. In the Cathedral. ARGUMENT. H. W. LONGFELLOW. He'd undertake to prove, by force A calf an Alderman, a goose a Justice, S. BUTLER. Reproachful speech from either side Fables: Sexton and Earth Worm. Be calm in arguing; for fierceness makes The Temple: The Church Porch. J. GAY. G. HERBERT. They must describe; they nothing prove. Alma, Canto III. One single positive weighs more, Epistle to Fleetwood Shepherd. M. PRIOR. M. PRIOR. Who shall decide, when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me? Moral Essays, Epistle III. ARISTOCRACY. A. POPE. How vain are all hereditary honors, J. SHIRLEY. He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; The Bastard. R. SAVAGE. Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, But leave us still our old nobility. England's Trust, Pt. III. LORD J. MANNERS. Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valor, liberty, and virtue, Coriolanus, Act iii. Sc. 3. J. THOMSON. Fond man! though all the heroes of your line Satire VIII. JUVENAL. Trans. of GIFFORD. Boast not the titles of your ancestors, brave youth! Catiline. Nobler is a limited command B. JONSON. Given by the love of all your native land, Absalom and Achitophel, I. As though there were a tie, And obligation to posterity! J. DRYDEN. We get them, bear them, breed and nurse. That we, lest they their rights should lose, McFingal, Canto II. J. TRUMBULL. They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Love of Fame, Satire I. DR. E. YOUNG. Few sons attain the praise of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. Odyssey, Bk. II. HOMER. Trans. of POPE. He stands for fame on his forefather's feet, Love of Fame, Satire I. Great families of yesterday we show, DR. E. YOUNG. And lords whose parents were the Lord knows who. The True-Born Englishman, Pt. I. The Artist. ART. For Art is Nature made by Man D. DEFOE. LORD LYTTON (Owen Meredith). In the elder days of Art, For the gods see everywhere. The Builders. H. W. LONGFELLOW. It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, 'T is more by art, than force of numerous strokes. Iliad, Bk. XXIII. Trans. of POPE. HOMER. His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart. Retaliation (Sir Joshua Reynolds). O. GOLDSMITH. Around the mighty master came Raphael. ASPIRATION. J. G. WHITTIER. Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands To Laura in Death. PETRARCH. Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour, To P. H. HAYNE. The desire of the moth for the star, P. B. SHELLEY. I held it truth, with him who sings A. TENNYSON. AUTHORITY. The rule Of the many is not well. One must be chief Iliad, Bk. II. HOMER. Trans. of BRYANT. Authority intoxicates, And makes mere sots of magistrates: The fumes of it invade the brain, And make men giddy, proud, and vain. Miscellaneous Thoughts. S. BUTLER. Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar, There, thou might'st behold the great image of authority; A dog 's obeyed in office. King Lear, Act iv. Sc. 6. SHAKESPEARE. O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! Much Ado about Nothing, Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. AUTHORSHIP. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. LORD BYRON. Habits of close attention, thinking heads, Become more rare as dissipation spreads, Till authors hear at length one general cry Tickle and entertain us, or we die! Retirement. W. COWPER. The unhappy man, who once has trailed a pen, Lest men suspect your tale untrue J. DRYDEN. The traveller leaping o'er those bounds, The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody. J. GAY. |