SIR WILLIAM JONES. 1746-1794. Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand. A Persian Song of Hafiz. Go boldly forth, my simple lay, On parent knees, a naked new-born child, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep. Ibid. From the Persian. Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, And sovereign law, that state's collected will, Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.2 Ode in Imitation of Alcæus. Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven, 1 'T was he that ranged the words at random flung, Eastwick's Anvari Suhaili. Translated from Firdousi. 2 Neither walls, theatres, porches, nor senseless equipage, make states, but men who are able to rely upon themselves. — Aristides, ed. Jebb, Vol. i., translated by Arthur W. Austin. By Themistocles alone, or with very few others, does this saying appear to be approved, which, though Alcæus formerly had produced, many afterwards claimed: "Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans, make a state; but where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are cities and walls."— - Ibid. Vol. ii. * See lines quoted by Sir Edward Coke. Page 10. Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, The Invitation This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, It is to hope, though hope were lost.1 Life! we've been long together Come Here, Fond Youth. Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear; Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not "Good night," but in some brighter clime Bid me "Good morning." So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. Life. The Death of the Virtuous. 1 Who against hope believed in hope. Romans iv. 18. WOLCOT.-STOWELL.- O'KEEFE. 375 JOHN WOLCOT.1 1738-1819. What rage for fame attends both great and small! To the Royal Academicians. Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, Expostulatory Odes. Ode xv. The elegant simplicity of the three per cents. Campbell's Chancellors. Vol. x. Ch. 212. JOHN O'KEEFE. 1747-1833. A glass is good, and a lass is good, Sprigs of Laurel. Act ii. Sc. 1. 1 "Peter Pindar." In a note to The Royal Town an epigram is quoted, ending, "T was a lucky escape for the stone," referring to a stone being flung at George III., and narrowly missing his head. To those who know thee not, no words can paint! And those who know thee know all words are faint! Since trifles make the sum of human things, In men this blunder still you find, 1 Hope told a flattering tale, That Joy would soon return; Ah! naught my sighs avail, Sensibility. Ibid. Florio. Part i. Ibid. Anon. Air by Giovanni Paisiello (1741-1816). Univ. QUINCY.-LOGAN.-MOSS. 377 JOSIAH QUINCY. 1744-1775. Blandishments will not fascinate us, nor will threats of a "halter" intimidate. For, under God, we are determined that, wheresoever, whensoever, or howsoever we shall be called to make our exit, we will die freeObservations on the Boston Port Bill, 1774. men. JOHN LOGAN. 1748-1788. Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee! To the Cuckoo. Ibid. THOMAS MOSS. Circa 1740-1808. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store. A pampered menial drove me from the door.1 The Beggar. Ibid. 1 This line stood originally, "A livery servant," etc., and altered as above by Goldsmith.-Foster's Life of Goldsmith, Vol. i. p. 215, fifth edition, 1871. |