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NOTES AND QUERIES. 



[No. 233. 



" Two such I saw, what time the labour'd ox 

 In his loose traces from the furrow came." 



Milton, Comus. 

 " While labouring oxen, spent with toil and heat, 

 In their loose traces from the field retreat." 



Pope, Pastoral, iii. 



" It is the curse of kings, to be attended 

 By slaves that take their humours for a warrant 

 To break into the bloody house of life, 

 And, on the winking of authority, 

 To understand a law : to know the meaning 

 Of dangerous majesty, when perchance it frowns 

 More upon humour than advised respect." 



King John, Act IV. Sc. 2. 

 " O curse of kings ! 

 Infusing a dread life into their words, 

 And linking to the sudden transient thought 

 The unchangeable, irrevocable deed !" 



Coleridge, Death of WaUenstein, v. 9. 



" Conscience !...... 



Your lank-jawed, hungry judge will dine upon 't, 

 And hang the guiltless rather than eat his mutton 

 cold." C. Cibber, Richard III. 



" The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, 

 And wretches hang that jurymen may dine." 



Pope, Rape of the Lock, iii. 21. 



Harry Leroy Temple. 



" Death and his brother Sleep." Quoted (from 

 Shelley) with parallel passages from Sir T. Browne, 

 Coleridge, and Byron in "N.&Q.," Vol. iv., p. 435. 

 Add to them the following : 



" Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, 

 Brother to Death, in silent darkness born." 

 Samuel Daniel, Spenser's successor as " volun- 

 tary Laureate." 



" Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, 

 Brother to Death." Fletcher, Valentinian. 



" The death of each day's life." 



Shakspeare, Macbeth, Act II. Sc. 2. 



" Teach me to live, that I may dread 

 The grave as little as my bed." 



Bishop Ken. 

 " We thought her sleeping when she died ; 

 And dying, when she slept." — Hood. 



" Somne levis, quanquam certissima mortis imago 

 Consortem cupio te tamen esse tori ; 

 Alma quies, optata, reni, nam sic sine vita 

 Vivere quam suave est ; sic sine morte mori." 



T. Warton. 

 \Finely translated by Wolcot.~\ 

 " Come, gentle sleep ! attend thy vot'ry's pray'r, 

 And, though Death's image, to my couch repair ; 

 How sweet, though lifeless, yet with life to lie, 

 And, without dying, oh, how sweet to die !" 

 " While sleep the weary world reliev'd, 

 By counterfeiting death revived." 



Butler, Hudibras. 



" Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, 

 And look on death itself!" 



Shakspeare, Macbeth, Act II. Sc. 3. 



" Nature, alas ! why art thou so 

 Obliged unto thy greatest foe ? 

 Sleep that is thy best repast, 

 Yet of death it bears a taste, 

 And both are the same things at last." 



Dennis, Sophonisba. 

 " Great Nature's second course, 

 Chief nourisher in life's feast." 



Shakspeare, Macbeth, Act II. Sc. 2. 



Cdthbert Bede, B.A. 



"Nothing doth countervail a faithful friend." — 

 Ecclesias. vi. 15. 



" Nil ego contulerim jucundo sanus amico." 



Hor. Sat. v. 44. 

 " If thou wouldst get a friend, prove him first, and 

 be not hasty to credit him." — Ecclesias. v. 7. 



" Diu cogita, an tibi in amicitiam aliquis recipiendus 

 sit : cum placuerit fieri, toto ilium pectore admitte : tam 

 audacter cum illo loquere, quam tecum." — Seneca, 

 Epist. iii. 



" Quid dulcius, quam habere amicum quicum omnia 

 audeas sic loquere quam tecum." — Cic, de Amic. 6. 



" The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, 

 Grapple them to thy heart with hoops of steel." 



* But do not dull thy palm with entertainment 

 Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade." 



Shakspeare, Hamlet, Act I. Sc. 3. 

 " Bring not every man into thy house." — Ec- 

 clesias. vi. 7. 



" A man's attire, and excessive laughter, and gait, 

 show what he is." — Ecclesias. xix. 30. 



The apparel oft proclaims the man." 

 Hamlet, Act I. Sc. 3. 



" Unus PellaBO juveni non sufficit orbis : 

 iEstuat infelix angusto limite mundi, 

 Ut Gyarae clausus scopulis, parvaque Seripho." 



Juv. x. 168. 



■ Hamlet. What have you, my good friends, deserved 

 at the hands of fortune, that she sends you to prison 

 here? 



Guildenstern. Prison, my lord ! 



Ham. Denmark 's a prison. 



Rosencrantz. Then is the world one. 



Ham. A goodly one, in which there are many con- 

 fines, wards, and dungeons ; Denmark being one of the 

 worst. 



Ros. We think not so, my lord. 



Ham. Why, then, 'tis none to you ; for there is 

 nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: 

 to me it is a prison. 



Ros. Why, then, your ambition makes it one ; 'tis 

 too narrow for your mind." — Shakspeare, Hamlet, 

 Act II. Sc. 2. 



