John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Thomas Tickell. (1686–1740) (continued) |
| 3382 |
| The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid. |
| To a Lady with a Present of Flowers. |
| 3383 |
| I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away. |
| Colin and Lucy. |
| Samuel Madden. (1687–1765) |
| 3384 |
| Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just, Stoop’d down serene and wrote them in the dust,— Trod under foot, the sport of every wind, Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind. There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie, And grieved they could not ’scape the Almighty eye. |
| Boulter’s Monument. |
| 3385 |
| Words are men’s daughters, but God’s sons are things. 1 |
| Boulter’s Monument. |
| Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) |
| 3386 |
| Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan. 2 |
| Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 1. |
| Note 1. See Herbert, Quotation 29. [back] |
| Note 2. See Milton, Quotation 4. There is no theme more plentiful to scan Than is the glorious goodly frame of man. Du Bartas: Days and Weeks, third day. [back] |