|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John Milton. (16081674) (continued)|
| Without the meed of some melodious tear.|
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| Under the opening eyelids of the morn.|
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| But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone,|
Now thou art gone and never must return!
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| The gadding vine.|
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| And strictly meditate the thankless Muse.|
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| To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,|
Or with the tangles of Neæras hair.
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| Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 1|
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with th abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.
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| Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.|
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| It was that fatal and perfidious bark,|
Built in th eclipse, and riggd with curses dark.
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| The pilot of the Galilean lake;|
Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain
(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
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| But that two-handed engine at the door|
Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
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| Throw hither all your quaint enamelld eyes|
That on the green turf suck the honied showers,
And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,
The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine,
Erant quibus appetentior famæ videretur, quando etiam sapientibus cupido gloriæ novissima exuitur (Some might consider him as too fond of fame, for the desire of glory clings even to the best of men longer than any other passion) [said of Helvidius Priscus].Tacitus: Historia, iv. 6. [back]