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Enobarbus. - Mine honesty and I

begin to square The loyalty, well held to fools, does

make Our faith mere folly;

Yet, he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen

lord, Does conquer him that did his mas

ter conquer, And earns a place in the story.


We must not stint Our necessary actions in the fear To cope malicious censurers; which

ever, As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow That is new trimmed; but benefit no

farther Than vainly longing. What we oft

do best, Bysick interpreters,once weakones, is Not ours, or not allowed; what

worse, as oft, Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up For our best act. If we shall stand



In fear our motion will be mocked or

carped at, We should take root here where we

sit, or sit State statues only.



Iras. — Royal Egypt! Empress,
Cleopatra. — No more, but e'en a

woman; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid

that milks, And does the meanest chores. It

were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious

gods, To tell them that this world did equal

theirs, Till they had stolen our jewel. Then is it sin To rush into the secret house of

death Ere death dare come to us? Our lamp is spent, it's out. Good

sirs, take heart: We'll bury him: and then, what's

brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman

fashion, And make death proud to take us.

Come away, The case of that huge Spirit now is


RASHLY, And praised be rashness for it. Let

us know Our indiscretion sometime serves us

well, When our deep plots do pall: and

that should teach us There's a Divinity that shapes our

ends, Rough-hew them how we will.



If this great world of joy and pain
Revolve in one sure track,
If Freedom, set, will rise again,
And Virtue flown, come back;
Woe to the purblind crew who fill
The heart with each day's care,
Nor gain from Past or Future, skill
To bear and to forbear.


My desolation does begin to make
A better life. 'Tis paltry to be Cæ-

sar; Not being Fortune, he's but For

tune's knave, A minister of her will. And it is

great To do that thing that ends all other

deeds, Which shackles accidents, and bolts

up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more

the dung, The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.


OUR revels now are ended: these our

actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits,


Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this

vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gor

geous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe

itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dis


And, like this insubstantial pageant

faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such

stuff As dreams are made of, and our little

life Is rounded with a sleep.

Tempest, act. iv. sc. 4.




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A barking sound the shepherd hears

WORDSWORTH Abou Ben Adhem, may his tribe increase!

LEIGH HUNT A famous man is Robin Hood

WORDSWORTH Again returned the scenes of youth.


HERRICK . Ah, County Guy! the hour is nigh

SCOTT Ah, God, for a man with heart, head, hand

TENNYSON Ah, sundlower! weary of time

W. BLAKE A king lived long ago

BROWNING Alas for them! their day is o'er ..

CHARLES SPRAGUE Alas! what boots the long, laborious quest

WORDS WORTH Allen-&-Dale has no fagot for burning

SCOTT All the world's a stage

SHAKSPEARE All things that are

SHAKSPEARE All thoughts, all passions, all delights.

COLERIDGE Along a river-side, I know not where

LOWELL A man prepared against all ills to come

HERRICK A man there came, whence none could tell

Amazed, confused, its fate unknown

A mist was driving down the British Channel LONGFELLOW
An ancient story l'll tell you anon

And also, beau sire, of other things.

CHAUCER And here the hermit sat and told his beads

CHANXING And I shall sleep, and on thy side

BRYANT And passing here through evening dew :

WILLIAM BARNES And sooth to say, yon vocal grove

WORDS WORTH And whither would you lead me?

Scott An empty sky, a world of heather

JEAN INGELOW Appeared the princess with that merry child

HENRY TAYLOR Art is long, and time is fleeting

LoxGFELLOW A shadie grove not far away they spied

SPENSER As heaven and earth are fairer

KEATS As I in hoary winter's night.

ROBERT SOUTHWELL As I sit at my desk by the window

G. B. BARTLETT As I stood by yon rootless tower

BURNS As it befell

WORDSWORTH As it fell upon a day

R. BARNEFIELD. Ask ye me why I send you here i .

HERRICK. A slumber did my spirit seal

WORDSWORTH As Memnon's marble harp, renowned of old

AKENSIDE As ships becalmed at eve

A. H. CLOUGH As unto blowing roses summer dews

D. A. WASSON As vonce I valked by a dismal svamp

H. H. BROWNELL A sweet, attractive kind of grace

MATTHEW ROYDON A sweet disorder in the dress

HERRICK At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay

LONGFELLOW. At summer eve, when Heaven's aërial bow

CAMPBELL At the approach of extreme peril .

COLERIDGE (Trans.) At the King's gate the subtle noon

H. H. Avenge, o Lord, thy slaughtered saints whose bones Milton A voice by the cedar-tree

TENNYSON Awake, awake, my lyre .

COWLEY Away, ye gay landscapes

BYRON. A weary lot is thine, fair maid


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