_All's Well That Ends Well, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.
A people is but the attempt of many
To rise to the completer life of one--
And those who live as models for the mass
Are singly of more value than they all.
_Luria, Act v_. R. BROWNING.
There my retreat the best companions grace,
Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place;
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
_Imitations of Horace, Satire I. Bk. II_. A. POPE.
Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
_Rape of the Lock, Canto III_. A. POPE.
Among unequals what society
Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
_Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII_. MILTON.
The company is "mixed" (the phrase I quote is
As much as saying, they're below your notice).
_Beppo_. LORD BYRON.
Society is now one polished horde.
Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored_.
_Don Juan, Canto XI_. LORD BYRON.
SOLDIER.
He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk;
He steps right onward, martial in his air,
His form and movement.
_The Task, Bk. IV_. W. COWPER.
A braver soldier never couched lance,
A gentler heart did never sway in court.
_King Henry VI., Pt. I. Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
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