Even such is Time, that takes on trust
Our youth, our joyes, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days;

But from this earth, this grave, this dust,

My God shall raise me up, I trust.

Verses written by Sir Walter Raleigh the night before his death. According to Oldys, they were found in his Bible.

Go, Soul, the body's guest,

Upon a thankless arrant;

Fear not to touch the best,
The truth shall be thy warrant;

Go, since I needs must die,

And give the world the lie. The Lie.

This poem is traced in manuscript to the year 1593. It first appeared in print in Davison's Poetical Rhapsody, second edition, 1608. It has been assigned to various authors, but on Raleigh's side there is good evidence, besides the internal testimony, which appears to us irresistible. Two answers to it, written in Raleigh's lifetime, ascribe it to him; and two manuscript copies of the period of Elizabeth bear the title of "Sir Walter Rawleigh his Lie."

Chambers's Cyclopædia. Vol. i. p. 120.

Carpet knights.

As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting; and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.

Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. i. Sec. 2,
Mem. 2, Subs. 2.

From Percy's Reliques.

My mind to me a kingdom is ;'
Such perfect joy therein I find,
As far exceeds all earthly bliss,

That God and Nature hath assigned.
Though much I want that most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

My mind to me a kingdom is. From Byrd's Psalmes, Sonnets, &c., 1588.

He that had neyther been kithe nor kin

Might have seen a full fayre sight.

Guy of Gisborne.

Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,

Wi' the auld moon in hir arme.

Sir Patrick Spens.2

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,

Thy sorrow is in vain ;

For violets plucked the sweetest showers

Will ne'er make grow again.

The Friar of Orders Gray.

Every white will have its black,

And every sweet its sour.

1 Mens regnum bona possidet.

Sir Carline.

Seneca, Thyestes, Act ii. Line 380.

My mind to me an empire is

While grace affordeth health.

Robert Southwell (1560-1595). Look Home.

2 I saw the new moon, late yestreen,

Wi' the auld moon in her arm.

From The Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.

Percy's Reliques continued.]

We'll shine in more substantial honours,

And to be noble we 'll be good.

Winifreda (1726).

And when with envy Time, transported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.

He that wold not when he might,
He shall not when he wolda,1

Ibid.

The Baffled Knight.

The Guard dies, but never surrenders.

This phrase, attributed to Cambronne, who was made prisoner at Waterloo, was vehemently denied by him. It was invented by Rougemont, a prolific author of mots, two days after the battle, in the Indépendant. Fournier, L'Esprit dans l'Histoire.

I do not give you to posterity as a pattern to imitate, but an example to deter.

Junius, Letter xii. To the Duke of Grafton.

The heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute.2

Letter xxxvii. City Address and the King's Answer. Private credit is wealth, public honour is security; the feather that adorns the royal bird supports its flight; strip him of his plumage, and you fix him to the earth.

Letter xlii. Affair of the Falkland Islands.

1 He that will not when he may,

When he will, he shall have nay.

Burton, Anat. of Mel. p. iii. Sec. 2. Mem. 5, Subs. 5. 2 Cf. Gibbon, p. 358.

His wife, with nine small children and one at the

breast, following him to the stake.

Martyrdom of Mr. John Rogers. Burnt at

Smithfield, Feb. 14, 1554

The wisdom of many and the wit of one.

A definition of a proverb which Lord John Russell gave one morning at breakfast, at Mardock's, "One man's wit, and all men's wisdom."

Memoirs of Mackintosh. Vol. ii. p. 473.

Count that day lost whose low descending sun
Views from thy hand no worthy action done.

Staniford's Art of Reading. Third Edition, p. 27.
Boston, 1803.

In the Preface to Mr. Nichol's work on Autographs, among other albums noticed by him as being in the British Museum is that of David Krieg with Jacob Bobart's autograph, and the following verses.1

"Virtus sua gloria."

Think that day lost whose [low] descending sun
Views from thy hand no noble action done.

Bobart died about 1726. He was a son of the celebrated botanist of that name.

Order reigns in Warsaw.

General Sebastian announced the fall of Warsaw in the Chamber of Deputies, Sept. 16, 1834: Des lettres que je reçois de Pologne m'annoncent que la tranquillité règne à Varsovie.

Dumas, Memoires, 2nd Series. Vol. iv. Ch. 3.

A foreign nation is a contemporaneous posterity. Byron's European fame is the best earnest of his immortality, for a foreign nation is a kind of contemporaneous posterity.

Stanley, or The Recollections of a Man of the
World. Vol. ii. p. 89.

1 Notes and Queries, 1st Series, Vol. vii. p. 159.