Your business is but to inform ; Part II. Canto III. Lines 575-580. Make fools believe in their foreseeing To swallow gudgeons ere they're catch'd, And count their chickens ere they're hatch'd. Lines 921-924. For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that's slain.† Part III. Canto III. Lines 243, 244. He that complies against his will, Lines 547, 548. *This is a proverb of considerable antiquity; it occurs frequently in the old dramas. Ben Jonson quotes it in his comedy of "Every Man in his Humour," act ii. scene 1 ; and Colman, in the "Heir-at-Law," act i. scene 1. It is a general opinion that the very familiar lines"For he that fights and runs away, May live to fight another day," are in Hudibras; this is a popular error. The quotation here given, which conveys a similar idea, has probably given rise to the erroneous impression which prevails as to the authorship of the lines; some remarks on the subject will be found in a subsequent part of this work. Often incorrectly given thus― "A man convinced against his will." Thomson. -000 THE SEASONS. But happy they! the happiest of their kind! Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. Spring. Lines 1113-1115. Then infant reason grows apace, and calls Lines 1150-1153. Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum, To him who muses through the woods at noon. Summer. Lines 282, 283. Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. Autumn. Lines 204-206. Ah, little think the gay licentious proud, Ah! little think they, while they dance along, And all the sad variety of pain. Winter. Lines 322-328. Behold, fond man! See here thy pictur'd life; pass some few years, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Lines 1028-1033. Yes, we must follow soon, will glad obey ; Epitaph on Miss Stanley. Το put the power Of sovereign rule into the good man's hand, The heart of woman tastes no truer joy, Keep virtue's simple path before your eyes, Scene I. Scene 1. When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain: The nations not so bless'd as thee, Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame, To thee belongs thy rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine; The Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair. Bless'd isle! with matchless beauty crown'd, "Rule Britannia!" etc. Ode in the Masque of Alfred. *The insertion of "Rule Britannia," in its complete form, may perhaps be deemed scarcely in consonance with the object of this Work-nor is it so, strictly speaking; but as so much misapprehension exists in the public mind |