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but an empty bubble. Line 106. Take the good the gods provide thee. Line 120 Sighed and looked, and sighed again. Line 154. And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. Line 160. Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. Line 169. He raided a mortal to the skies She drew an angel down. * * * * * _Cymon and Iphigenia_. Line 84. He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought. _Absalom and Achitophet_. A fiery soul, which, working out its way Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er informed the tenement of clay. Part i. Line 363 Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide. Part i. Line 174 Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. Part i. Line 534 Who think too little, and who talk too much Part i. Line 545 A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long. Part i. Line 1005 Beware the fury of a patient man. Part ii. Line 463 For every inch, that is not fool, is rogue. * * * * * _All for Love_. Prologue. Errors like straws upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below. Act iv. Sc. 1. Men are but children of a larger growth. _Conquest of Grenada_. Part i. Sc. 1. I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran. * * * * * _Spanish Friar_. Act ii. Sc. 1. There is a pleasure In being mad which none but madmen know. _Don Sebastian_. Act i. Sc. 1. This is the porcelain clay of human kind. * * * * * _Translation of Juvenal's 10th Satire_. Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue. * * * * * _Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba_. Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart. * * * * * _Imitation of the 29th of Horace_. Book i. Line 65. Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. * * *
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