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Soul of the
He was not of an age, but for all time,
Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were
Lines to the Memory of Shakspere. Drink to me only with thine
Song. To Celia.
Underneath this sable hearse
Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.
* This song is frequently attributed to Tom Moore.
When gospel-trumpeter, surrounded
their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks.
Lines 199, 200.
Compound for sins they are inclin’d to,
Lines 215, 216.
He ne'er consider'd it as loth
And very wisely would lay forth
And bid the devil take the hindmost,
Canto 11. Lines 633, 634.
Ay me! what perils do environ
Part 1. Canto III.
Quoth Hudibras, friend Ralph, thou hast
Lines 1367, 1368.
I've heard old cunning stagers Say, fools for arguments use wagers.
Lines 297, 298.
'Tis virtue, wit, and worth, and all That men divine and sacred call :
* “For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions with a wager."
Lord Byron's Beppo. Stanza 27.
For what is worth in anything,
Canto i. Lines 463-466.
Love is a boy by poets styl'd,
Lines 843, 844.
Why should not conscience have vacation,
Lines 317, 318.
Y'had best, quoth Ralpho, as the ancients
you ere you leap;
Doubtless the pleasure is as great,
Lines 1, 2.
Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,
* “He that spareth his rod, hateth his son.”-ProVERBS, chap. xiii. verse 24.
+ “Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." -GALATIANS, chap. vi. verse 7.