"Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart."

Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba.

"Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below."

All for Love. Prologue.

"Men are but children of a larger growth."

All for Love. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me."

The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2.

"I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty."

The Maiden Queen. Act iii. Sc. 1.

"But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he."

The Tempest. Prologue.

"I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran."

The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Forgiveness to the injured does belong; But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong."

The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2.

"What precious drops are those Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?"

The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act iii. Sc. 1.

"Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead."

The Conquest of Granada. Epilogue.

"Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where."

Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay. To-morrow 's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give."

Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"'T is not for nothing that we life pursue; It pays our hopes with something still that 's new."

Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"All delays are dangerous in war."

Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are."

Tyrannic Love. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"Whatever is, is in its causes just."

OEdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

"His hair just grizzled, As in a green old age."

OEdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

"Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,-- Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still."

OEdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age."

OEdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know."

The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"Lord of humankind."

The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"Bless the hand that gave the blow."

The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"Second thoughts, they say, are best."

The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

"He 's a sure card."

The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2.

"As sure as a gun."

The Spanish Friar. Act iii. Sc. 2.

"Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest."

The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2.

"This is the porcelain clay of humankind."

Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.

"I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more."

Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1.

"A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow."

Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Whistling to keep myself from being afraid."

Amphitryon. Act iii. Sc. 1.

"The true Amphitryon."

Amphitryon. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"The spectacles of books."

Essay on Dramatic Poetry.

"Remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend."

Essay on Translated Verse. Line 87.

"And choose an author as you choose a friend."

Essay on Translated Verse. Line 96.

"Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense."

Essay on Translated Verse. Line 113.

"The multitude is always in the wrong."

Essay on Translated Verse. Line 184.

"My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me at my end."

Translation of Dies Iræ.

"Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise Him, all creatures here below! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!"

Morning and Evening Hymn.

"Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason."

Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Lord Raymond, 911.

"I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."

Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Chap. xxvii.

"Angels listen when she speaks: She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder."

Song.

"Here lies our sovereign lord the king, Whose word no man relies on; He never says a foolish thing, Nor ever does a wise one."

Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II.

"And ever since the Conquest have been fools."

Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country.

"For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, The best good man with the worst-natured muse."

An allusion to Horace, Satire x. Book i.

"A merry monarch, scandalous and poor."

On the King.

"Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well."

Essay on Poetry.

"There 's no such thing in Nature; and you 'll draw A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw."

Essay on Poetry.

"Read Homer once, and you can read no more; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need."

Essay on Poetry.

"O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you: There 's in you all that we believe of heaven,-- Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love."

Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee."

Venice Preserved. Act v. Sc. 1.