Note 61.Ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus; hoc est
Vivere bis vita posse priore frui
(The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice).--Martial, x. 237.
See Cowley, Quotation 21.
Note 75.Human face divine.--John Milton: Paradise Lost, book iii. line 44.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind;
By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.
Is there no hope? the sick man said;
The silent doctor shook his head.
Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the world. Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value.
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.
A little round, fat, oily man of God.
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of her land,
And guardian angels sung the strain:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves.
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
Early to bed and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
A man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, keep his nose to the grindstone.
Can any man have a higher notion of the rule of right and the eternal fitness of things?
If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country I never would lay down my arms,--never! never! never!
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter, the rain may enter,--but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement!
Let observation with extensive view
Survey mankind, from China to Peru.
Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
Each change of many-colour'd life he drew,
Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new.
Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour;
Improve each moment as it flies!
Life's a short summer, man a flower;
He dies--alas! how soon he dies!
That saw the manners in the face.
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
A man used to vicissitudes is not easily dejected.
Many things difficult to design prove easy to performance.
The first years of man must make provision for the last.