Ben Jonson. -000 Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! And art alive still, while thy book doth live, He was not of an age, but for all time, And all the Muses still were in their prime, * Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were And make those slights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza and our James. Lines to the Memory of Shakspere. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I'll not look for wine.* 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 Was beat with fist instead of a stick. Compound for sins they are inclin'd to, Lines 215, 216. He ne'er consider'd it as loth To look a gift-horse in the mouth; And very wisely would lay forth. No more upon it than 't was worth. Lines 489-492. And bid the devil take the hindmost, Part I. Canto II. Lines 633, 634. Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron! Do dog him still with after-claps! Quoth Hudibras, friend Ralph, thou hast Lines 1367, 1368. I've heard old cunning stagers Say, fools for arguments use wagers. * Part II. Canto I. 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, But so much money as 't will bring? Part II. Canto 1. Lines 463-466. Love is a boy by poets styl'd, Then spare the rod and spoil the child.* Lines 843, 844. Why should not conscience have vacation, Part II. Canto II. Lines 317, 318. Y' had best, quoth Ralpho, as the ancients And look before you ere you leap; For as you sow, y'are like to reap.+ Lines 501-504. Doubtless the pleasure is as great, Of being cheated as to cheat. Part II. Canto III. Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose, Lines I, 2. "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. L |