Oh, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.5
The Parish Register. Part i. Introduction.
Note 1. He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him. Lord Byron: Childe Harold, canto iii. stanza 5.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths.Philip James Bailey: Festus. A Country Town.
Who well lives, long lives; for this age of ours Should not be numbered by years, daies, and hours. Du Bartas: Days and Weekes. Fourth Day. Book ii. [back]
Note 2. On peut dire que son esprit brille aux dépens de sa mémoire (One may say that his wit shines by the help of his memory).Alain René Le Sage: Gil Blas, livre iii. chap. xi. [back]
Note 3. This line was appropriated by Campbell in OConnors Child. [back]
Note 4. When Prussia hurried to the field, And snatched the spear, but left the shield. Sir Walter Scott: Marmion, Introduction to canto iii. [back]