If I had thought thou couldst have died, But I forgot, when by thy side, That thou couldst mortal be; Her first deceased; she for a little tried A death-bed's a detector of heart. The instruments of darkness tell us truths; f. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 3. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. g. The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? h. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. They fool me to the top of my bent. I will come by and by. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2. i. Hamiet. Act III. Sc. 2. In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side. LOWELL-The Present Crisis. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER-Lover's Progress. Act III. Sc. 1. Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds. v. GEORGE ELIOT-Adam Bede. Ch. XIX. We are our own fates. Our own deeds 2. OWEN MEREDITH-Lucile. Pt. II. Canto V. St. 8. I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds, The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer. y. MILTON-Samson Agonistes. Line 246. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words. MILTON'S Trans. of Sophocles. Electra. Line 624. Z. The deed I intend is great, But what, as yet, I know not. Metamorphoses. No longer I follow a sound, No longer a dream I pursue; O happiness not to be found, Unattainable treasure, Adieu! .. COWPER-Song on Peace. All hope abandon, ye who enter here. 7. DANTE-Hell. Canto II. Line 9. To tell men that they cannot help themselves is to fling them into recklessness and despair. 8. FROUDE-Short Studies on Great Subjects. Calvinism. There's no dew left on the daisies and clover. There's no rain left in heaven. t. JEAN INGELOW-Song of Seven. Sever Abashed the Devil stood, น. GEORGE ELIOT-Romola. Ch. XLIV. で。 No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. j. LONGFELLOW-Endymion. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line Ɛ46. Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail horrors! hail. MILTON-Paradise Lost. How gladly would I meet Bk. IV. Mortality my sentence, and be earth Line 249. Insensible! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap! 10. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. X. Line 775. In the lowest deep, a lower deep Line 76. |