Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon.
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act i., Sc. 4.
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living dead man.
SHAKS.: Com. of Errors, Act v., Sc. 1.
You write with ease to show your breeding,
But easy writing’s curs’d hard reading.
SHERIDAN: Clio’s Prot.
Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature’s chief masterpiece is writing well. 2122 SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: Essay on Poetry.
Behold on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!
POPE: Odyssey, Bk. viii., Line 367.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged. 2124 WORDSWORTH: Excursion, Bk. iii.
Xerxes did die,
And so must I.
From the New England Primer.
Jumping o’er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hourglass.
SHAKS.: Henry V., Act i., Chorus.
Years following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away. 2127 POPE: Satire vi., Line 72.
I sigh not over vanished years,
But watch the years that hasten by.
Look, how they come,—a mingled crowd
Of bright and dark, but rapid days.
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Lapse of Time.
None would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain.
DRYDEN: Aurengzebe, Act iv., Sc. 1.
Oh, call back yesterday, bid time return! 2130 SHAKS.: Richard II., Act iii., Sc. 2.
Old yew, which graspest at the stones
That name the underlying dead,
Thy fibres net the dreamless head,
Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.
TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. ii., St. 1.
For youth no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears,
Than settled age his sables, and his weeds,
Importing health and graveness.
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iv., Sc. 7.
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. 2133 SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act i., Sc. 1.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, Like marigolds, toward the sunny side. 2134 JEAN INGELOW: Four Bridges, St. 56.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams With its illusions, aspirations, dreams! 2135 LONGFELLOW: Morituri Salutamus.
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
GRAY: Bard, Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 9.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 2.