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[Cato continued.

From hence, let fierce contending nations know
What dire effects from civil discord flow.
Act v. Sc. 4.
Unbounded courage and compassion joined,
Tempering each other in the victor's mind,
Alternately proclaim him good and great,
And make the hero and the man complete.
The Campaign. Line 219.
And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.1
Ibid. Line 291.
And those that paint them truest praise them
Ibid. Line ult.

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,
Poetic fields encompass me around.
And still I seem to tread on classic ground.3
A Letter from Italy.

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,


1 This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the Dunciad, Book iii. Line 261.

2 Cf. Pope, Eloisa to Abelard, Lin. ult.

3 Malone states that this was the first time the phrase "classic ground," since so common, was ever used.

Walpole. - Philips..

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And nightly to the listening earth

Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,


And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole. Ibid.

For ever singing, as they shine,

The hand that made us is divine.




Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, All those men have their price.1

From Coxe's Memoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. p. 369. Anything but history, for history must be false. Walpoliana. No. 141. The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future favours.2

AMBROSE PHILIPS. 1671 – 1749.

Studious of ease and fond of humble things. From Holland to a Friend in England.

1 The political axiom, All men have their price, is commonly ascribed to Walpole.

Hazlitt, in his Wit and Humour, says, "This is Walpole's phrase."

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1 Dare to be true, nothing can need a lie; A fault which needs it most grows two thereby. Herbert, The Church Porch.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, three in one;
Be honour, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Glory to the Father and the Son.

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber!
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

A Cradle Hymn. 'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,

"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber The Sluggard.


Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

A Funeral Thought.

Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19.

Were I so tall to reach the pole,
the ocean with my span,

Or grasp
I must be measur'd by my soul :

The mind's the standard of the man.1

Hora Lyrica. Book ii. False Greatness.

1 I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man. Life, Ch. 1. (L'Estrange's Abstract.)

Seneca, On a Happy


Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Ibid. Acti. Sc. 1.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 8.

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
Ibid. Act v. Sc. 12.
If there's delight in love, 't is when I see
That heart which others bleed for bleed for me.
The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12.
Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of
thee, thou liar of the first magnitude.

The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5. Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days. Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.1 Ibid. Act v. Sc. I. Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise."

Letter to Cobham.

1 Cf. Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew, Act ii. Sc. 2; Quarles, Enchiridion, Canto 4, xl.

2 Cf. Young, Night Thoughts, i. Line 1.

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