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For a' that, and a' that,

Our toils obscure, and a' that;
The rank is but the guinea-stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

Song. Is there for Honest Poverty.*

* There are many expressions in Burns' songs," Auld Lang Syne," "Scots wha hae," etc., which have become almost "household words," but they scarcely come under the denomination of Familiar Quotations, as the phrase is usually understood.



The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,

The great, th' important day, big with the fate
Of Cato and of Rome.

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*The extracts from Cato are taken from Addison's works, in six volumes, edited by Dr. Hurd, and not from the acting copy of the play; the reader is requested to notice this, as the arrangement of the acts and scenes differs materially in the play, as represented on the stage, from the works of Addison, as edited by Hurd. The celebrated soliloquy is given here at length, as so many portions of it are constantly quoted.

'Tis not in mortals to command success,

But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.

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Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,

Fades in his eye, and pales upon the sense.

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty,

Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.


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When love once pleads admission to our hearts, (In spite of all the virtue we can boast),

The woman that deliberates is lost.

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Thanks to the gods! my boy has done his duty.

What pity is it


That we can die but once to serve our country!

When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,

The post of honour is a private station.*

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It must be so-Plato, thou reason'st well-
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after Immortality?

Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror
Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;

'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man:

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,

Through what new scenes and changes must we pass?
The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me,
But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Here will I hold. If there's a power above,

And that there is all nature cries aloud

Through all her works, he must delight in virtue;
And that which he delights in must be happy!
But when? or where? this world was made for Cæsar;
I'm weary of conjectures—this must end them.

* Give me, kind heaven, a private station,

A mind serene for contemplation:

Title and profit I resign;

The post of honour shall be mine.

Gay's Fables, Part ii., Fable 2.

Thus am I doubly armed :—my death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me;
This in a moment brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secur'd in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amid the war of elements,

The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Act v. Scene 1.

From hence, let fierce contending nations know,
What dire effects from civil discord flow.

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So when an angel by Divine command
With rising tempests shakes a guilty land,
Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past,
Calm and serene he drives the furious blast;
And, pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm. *


The Campaign. Lines 287-292.


* Pope has this line in the Dunciad, Book III., line 264. See Quotations from Pope. Addison here refers to the great Duke of Marlborough, to whom the Poem of "the Campaign" was addressed.

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