* scans *** was the motto of Montaigne, it we know what we're about in Like Moses, it And though Following the ent Have days di Vay in they ail me Duy late me, not im Dis time we should g puem For maintain that it is Nor only in the body, but However little both are Just now-but by and by the Herself in her sublimesta And till she doth, I fain st To share her beauty and her Our hero (and, I trust, kind Was left upon his way to the 1 world. I doubt if doubt itself be doubting. Of the immortal Peter's prishd XVIII. It feasant voyage, perhaps, to float, Ayd uimming long in the abyss of thought Som picity shell, is best for moderate bathers. XIX. But Cassio says, 'is above all te sve Eve's slip and Adam's fall, Not a barbarian, but much worse Who still have shown themselve than witty. I know its mighty empire now all And I will war, at least in words ( war With Thought; and of Thought's for most rude, When Amblest all mankind into the grave, To this my plain, sworn downright detestu Hast dus, then-let us pray.' We have I know not who may conquer: If I coul Tyrants and sycophants have been and a Have such a prescience, it should be pr Of every despotism in every nation. The of this, who doubled everything.] Hamlet Than the eternal deluge which devours [hours? Besides fish, beasts, and birds. The sparrow's Suns as rays-worlds like atoms-years like fall XIV. To be, or not to be? that is the question,' Says Shakspeare, who just now is much in fashion. I'm neither Alexander nor Hephaestion, Nor ever had for abstract fame much passion; But would much rather have a sound digestion, Than Buonaparte's cancer :-could I dash on Through fifty victories to shame or fame, Without a stomach-what were a good name? XV. 'Oh! dura ilia messorum!' *- 'Oh! Ye rigid guts of reapers!' I translate For the great benefit of those who know What indigestion is-that inward fate [flow. Which makes all Styx through one small liver A peasant's sweat is worth his lord's estate: Let this one toil for bread-that rack for rent, He who sleeps best may be the most content. XVI. 'To be, or not to be?'-Ere I decide, I should be glad to know that which is being? 'Tis true we speculate both far and wide, And deem, because we see, we are all seeing: For my part, I'll enlist on neither side, Until I see both sides for once agreeing. For me, I sometimes think that life is death, Rather than life a mere affair of breath. XVII. 'Que sçais-je ?' was the motto of Montaigne, So little do we know what we're about in XVIII. It is a pleasant voyage, perhaps, to float, Is apt to tire: calm and shallow station Well-nigh the shore, where one stoops down and gathers Some pretty shell, is best for moderate bathers. XIX. 'But heaven,' as Cassio says, 'is above all No more of this, then-let us pray. We have Souls to save, since Eve's slip and Adam's fall, Which tumbled all mankind into the grave, • Horace. The philosopher of Elis, who doubled everything.] I See Othello Is special providence,' though how it gave Offence, we know not; probably it perch'd Upon the tree which Eve so fondly search'd. |