And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

* * * * *

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
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 tarn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

* * * * *

Forever singing, as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.

JONATHAN SWIFT.
1667-1745.

_Imitation of Horace_. B. ii. Sat. 6.

I've often wished that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year,
A handsome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end.

* * * * *

_Poetry, a Rhapsody_.

So geographers, in Afric maps,
With savage pictures fill their gaps,
And o'er unhabitable downs
Place elephants for want of towns.

* * * * *

WILLIAM CONGREVE.
1669-1729.

_The Mourning Bride_. Act i. Sc. 1.

Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

* * * * *

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

Act iii. Sc. 1.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.

ALEXANDER POPE.
1688-1744.

ESSAY ON MAN.

Epistle i. Line 5.

Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan.

Line 13.

Eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise.

Line 88.

A hero perish or a sparrow fall.

Line 95.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never _is_, but always _to be_ blest.

Line 99.

Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Line 200.

Die of a rose in aromatic pain?

Line 294.

One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

Epistle ii. Line 1.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.[11]

[Note 11: From Charron (de la Sagesse):--"La vraye science et
le vray etude de l'homme c'est l'homme."]

Line 217.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated, needs but to be seen;
But seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Line 231.

Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Few in th' extreme, but al