290 "Ανδρες μόλις φέροντες ἐῤῥόθουν ἐμοί, Κρυφῇ κάρα σείοντες· οὐδ ̓ ὑπὸ ζυγῷ Λόφον δικαίως εἶχον.

For passages, see Agamemnon, line 1622.

295 Οὐδὲν γὰρ ἀνθρώποισιν, οἷον ἄργυρος,
Κακὸν νόμισμ' ἔβλαστε. ταῦτο καὶ πόλεις
Πορθεῖ, τόδ' ἄνδρας ἐξανίστησιν δόμων
Τόδ ̓ ἐκδιδάσκει καὶ παραλλάσσει φρένας
Χρηστὰς πρὸς αἰσχρὰ πράγμαθ' ἵστασθαι βροτῶν.
Πανουργίας δ' ἔδειξεν ἀνθρώποις ἔχειν,

Καὶ παντὸς ἔργου δυσσέβειαν εἰδέναι.

From numerous quotations, I have chosen the following, to shew how soon our own Poets began to inveigh against the auri sacra fames."

312

For this a man maie fynde writte,
To fore the time er golde was smitte
In coygne, that men the floren knewe,
There was wel nighe no man untrewe.
Tho was there shelde ne speare,
Ne deadly wepen for to beare.
Tho was the towne withouten walle,
Which now is closed over alle;
Tho was there no brocage in londe,

Whiche nowe taketh every cause on honde:
So maie men knowe, how the floreyn

Was moder first of malleyn,

And bringer in of alle werre.

Gower's Conf. Amant. b. v.

Gold which is the very cause of warres,

The neast of strife, and nourice (nurse) of debate,
The barre of heaven, and open way to hel.

Gascoigne's Steele Glass.

Οὐκ 'ξ ἅπαντος δεῖ τὸ κερδαίνειν φιλεῖν.
Ἐκ τῶν γὰρ αἰσχρῶν λημμάτων τοὺς πλείονας
Ατωμένους ἴδοις ἂν ἢ σεσωσμένους.

332

Πολλὰ τὰ δεινά, κοὐδὲν ἀν

θρώπου δεινότερον πέλει.

What, though beneath thee, man put forth
His pomp, his pride, his skill,

And arts that made fire, flood, and earth,

The vassals of his will.

Campbell's Last Man.

There is a fine Ode in the History of the Anglo-Saxons, Vol. III. pages 325, 326, which, Mr. Turner says, will doubtless remind the Classical readers of this Chorus. It is rather too long for insertion here.

Subtle, delusive man,

How various are thy wiles, artful to kill
Thy savage foes, a dull unthinking race.

Somerville's Chase, book iii.

Nothing hath got so far,

But man hath caught, and kept it for his prey.

Herbert's Poems. Man.

Οὐ γάρ τι πέλει καθυπέρτερον ανδρῶν

Νόσφι θεων
Οσσους μὲν κατ ̓ ὄρεσφι βίην ἄτρεστον ἔχοντας
Θῆρας ὑπερφιάλους βροτὸς ἔσβεσεν; ὄσσα δὲ φῦλα
Οιωνῶν νεφέλησι καὶ ἠέρι δινεύοντα

Εἷλε, χαμαίζηλοί περ ἔχων δέμας ; οὐδὲ λέοντα
Ῥύσατ' αγηνορίη δμηθήμεναι, οὐδ ̓ ἐσάωσεν
Αἰετὸν ἠνεμόεις πτερύγων ῥόθος.

Κουφονόων ὀρνίθων.

Oppian. de Re Piscat., v. 10.

Then to those woods the next quick fiat brings
The feathered kind, where merrily they sat,
As if their hearts were lighter than their wings.
Sir W. Davenant's Gondibert b. ii. vi. st. 57.

358

Theognis line 580.

Δύσομβρα φεύγειν βέλη.

Heav'n's tilting lances, artillery and bow,
Loud sounding trumpets, darts of hail and snow.

Drummond's River Forth's Feasting.

The slanting bullets of the storm.

Bloomfield's Farmer's Boy. Winter.

"Αιδα μόνον

Φεῦξιν οὐκ ἐπάξεται·

Νόσων δ' ἀμηχάνων φυγὰς

Ξυμπέφρασται.

With the former part of the Chorus and this passage, compare―

389

Thoughts follow thoughts, and when the first is spent,
A second rises, which doth oft prevent

An inconvenient action;

The first being banished, reason thought it good
To place a second where the first thought stood.

Quarles' Kingly Bed of Misery. The Dream.

̓Αλλ' ἡ γὰρ ἐκτὸς καὶ παρ ̓ ἐλπίδας χαρὰ
Εοικεν ἄλλῃ μῆκος οὐδὲν ἡδονῇ.

How grateful will appear its dawning rays,
Its favours, unexpected, doubly please.

Congreve's Epistle to Lord Cobham.

The same sentiment occurs, Measure for Measure, act iv. sc. 3; Rowe's Royal Convert, act iii.

420

Ὄρνιθος ὀξὺν φθόγγον, ὡς ὅταν κενῆς
Εὐνῆς νεοσσῶν ὀρφανὸν βλέψῃ λέχος.

The description, in Thomson's Spring, is too well known to require quotation here. Add,

Look, as a nightingale, whose callow young

Some boy hath mark'd, and now half naked taken,
Which long she closely kept, and foster'd long,
But all in vain; she now, poor bird, forsaken

All day and night her loss she fresh doth rue,

And where she ends her plaints there she begins anew.

Phineas Fletcher's Eliza, st. 48.

There is a similar passage in Somerville's Hobbinol, canto ii.

435

̓Αλλὰ πάντα ταῦθ' ἥσσω λαβεῖν

Ἐμοὶ πέφυκε τῆς ἐμῆς σωτηρίας.

For myself, quoth he, I must mind most,
So the Devil may take the hindmost.

Southey. March to Moscow.