It must be so-Plato, thou reasonest well !—
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?

Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'T is the divinity that stirs within us;
'T is heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
I'm weary of conjectures, this must end 'em.
Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me :
This in a moment brings me to an end;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
From hence, let fierce contending nations know
What dire effects from civil discord flow.
Unbounded courage and compassion joined,
Tempering each other in the victor's mind,
Alternately proclaim him good and great,
And make the hero and the man complete.

Act v. Sc. I.

Act v. Sc. I.

Act v. Sc. 4.

The Campaign. Line 219.

And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.1 Ibid. Line 291.
And those that paint them truest praise them most.2

Ibid. Line ult.

This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the Dunciad, Book iii. Line 261.

2 Cf. Pope, Eloisa to Abelard, Lin. ult.

ADDISON.—WALPOLE.-PHILIPS.-WATTS.

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,
Poetic fields encompass me around.

And still I seem to tread on classic ground.1

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

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;

149

A Letter from Italy.

Ode.

Flowery oratory he despised.

He ascribed to the interested views of

themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom

he said, All those men have their price.2

From Coxe's Memoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. p. 369.

Anything but history, for history must be false. Walpoliana. No. 141. The gratitude of place-expectants

a lively sense of future favours.3

AMBROSE PHILIPS. 1671-1749.

Studious of ease and fond of humble things.

From Holland to a Friend in England.

ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748.

DIVINE SONGS.

Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!

What shall I render to my God

For all his gifts to me?

Song iv.

1 Malone states that this was the first time the phrase "classic ground," since so common, was ever used.

2 The political axiom, All men have their price, is commonly ascribed to Walpole.

3 Hazlitt, in his Wit and Humour, says, "This is Walpole's phrase."

"T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

Strange! that a harp of thousand strings

Should keep in tune so long.

The Sluggard. A Funeral Thought.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19.

Were I so tall to reach the pole,
Or grasp the ocean with my span,

I must be measur'd by my soul :

The mind's the standard of the man.2

Hora Lyrica. Book ii. False Greatness.

1 Dare to be true, nothing can need a lie;

A fault which needs it most grows two thereby.

Herbert, The Church Porch.

? I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man. Abstract.)

Seneca, On a Happy Life, Ch. 1.. (L'Estrange's

Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 8.

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,

And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 12.

If there's delight in love, 't is when I see
That heart which others bleed for bleed for me.
The Way of the World.

Act iii. Sc. 12.

Act ii. Sc. 5.

Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude. Love for Love. Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure;
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.1 Ibid. Act v. Sc. I.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.2

Letter to Cobham.

NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718.
As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,
And none could be unhappy but the great.3

The Fair Penitent. Prologue.

Ibid. Act iii. Sc. I.

Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario? Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1.

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JOHN PHILIPS. 1676-1708.

My galligaskins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,

By time subdued, (what will not time subdue !)

A horrid chasm disclosed. The Splendid Shilling. Line 121.

1 Cf. Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew, Act ii. Sc. 2; Quarles, Enchiridion, Canto 4, xl.

2 Cf. Young, Night Thoughts, i. Line 1.

3 Cf. Young, The Love of Fame, Satire i. Line 238.

152 BERKELEY.--BOLINGBROKE.-FARQUHAR.-PARrnell.

Westward the course of empire takes its way;1

The four first acts already past,

A fifth shall close the drama with the day;
Time's noblest offspring is the last.

On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.

HENRY ST. JOHN, VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE. 1678-1751. I have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I think, that History is Philosophy teaching by examples.2

On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2.

Cos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour?

Kite. Oh! a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed at Ware ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never feel one another. The Recruiting Officer.

Act i. Sc. 1. I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly. The Beaux Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 1. 'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.3 Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 2. The Twin Rivals. Act T.

Necessity, the mother of invention.

Let those love now who never lov'd before,
Let those who always loved now love the more.

Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris.*

1 Westward the star of empire takes its way.

Epigraph to Bancroft's History of the United States. 2 Dionysius of Halicarnassus, Ars Rhet. xi. 2 (b. 398, R.), says :--Παιδεία ἄ α ἐστὶν ἡ ἔντευξις τῶν ἠθῶν· τοῦτο καὶ Θυκυδίδης ἔοικε λέγειν, περὶ ἱστορίας λέγων· ὅτι καὶ ἱστορία φιλοσοφία ἐστὶν ἐκ παραδειγμάτων, quoting Thucydides, I. 22.

3 Cf. Barrington, post.

• Written in the time of Julius Cæsar, and by some ascribed to Catullus:Cras amet qui numquam amavit ; Quique amavit, cras amet.