|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John Dryden. (16311700) (continued)|
| For pity melts the mind to love. 1|
| Alexanders Feast. Line 96.|
| Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,|
Soon he soothd his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honour but an empty bubble;
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.
If all the world be worth the winning,
Think, oh think it worth enjoying:
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee.
| Alexanders Feast. Line 97.|
| Sighd and lookd, and sighd again.|
| Alexanders Feast. Line 120.|
| And, like another Helen, fird another Troy.|
| Alexanders Feast. Line 154.|
| Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.|
| Alexanders Feast. Line 160.|
| He raisd a mortal to the skies,|
She drew an angel down.
| Alexanders Feast. Line 169.|
| A very merry, dancing, drinking,|
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
| The Secular Masque. Line 40.|
| Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,|
And Jove but laughs at lovers perjury. 2
| Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. Line 758.|
| For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.|
| The Cock and the Fox. Line 452.|
| And that one hunting, which the Devil designd|
For one fair female, lost him half the kind.
| Theodore and Honoria. Line 227.|
| Old as I am, for ladies love unfit,|
The power of beauty I remember yet.
| Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 1.|