And o'er the past oblivion stretch her wing.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Injuriarum remedium est oblivio.
Oblivion is the remedy for injuries.</poem>
What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks
And formless ruin of oblivion.
Eo magis praefulgebant quod non videbantur.
They shone forth the more that they were not seen. Tacitus. Adapted from Annals. Bk. III. 76.
But from your mind's chilled sky
It needs must drop, and lie with stiffened wings
Among your soul's forlornest things;
A speck upon your memory, alack!
A dead fly in a dusty window-crack.
OBSCURITY
Content thyself to be obscurely good.
I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
I want to be forgotten even by God.
Robert Browning—Paracelsus. Pt. V.
like beauteous flowers which vainly waste their
scent
Of odours in unhaunted deserts.
Chamberlayne—Pkaronida. Part II. Bk. IV.
| seealso = (See also Gray, also Young under Nature,
Pope under Rose, Churchill, under
Sweetness)
| topic =
| page = 565
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>As night the life-inclining stars best shows,
So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.
George Chapman—Hymns and Epigrams of
Homer. The Translator's Epilogue. L. 74.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Gray—Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 14.
| seealso = (See also Chamberlayne)
| topic =
| page = 565
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Yet still he fills affection's eye,
Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = On the Death of Robert Levet.
Some write their wrongs in marble : he more just,
Stoop'd down serene and wrote them on the dust,
Trod}} under {{sc|foot, the sport of every wind,
Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind,
There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie,
And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty
eye.
Samuel Madden-Boulter's Monument.
The palpable obscure.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. II. L. 406.
Bene qui latuit, bene vixit.
He who has lived obscurely and quietly has
lived well.
Ovid—Tristium. III. 4. 25.
Ut saipe summa ingenia in occulto latent!
How often the highest talent lurks in obscurity!
Plautus—Captivi. I. 2. 62.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
| author = Pope
| work = Eloisa to Abelard. L. 207.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
| author = Pope
| work = Ode on Solitude.
Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
Spenser—Faerie Queene. Bk. IV. Canto
VII. St. 15.
Eo magis praefulgebat quod non videbatur.
He shone with the greater splendor, because
he was not seen.
Tacitus—Annates. III. 76.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
Wordsworth—She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways.
OCCUPATION
| seealso = (See also {{sc|Labor, Work, and
Different Occupations)
I hold every man a debtor to his profession;
from the which as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of
duty to endeavor themselves, by way of amends,
to be a help and ornament thereunto.
Bacon—Maxims of the Law. Preface.
Quam quisque novit artem, in hac se exerceat.
Let a man practise the profession which he
best knows.
Cicero—Tuscvlanarum Disputationum. I.
18.
The ugliest of trades have their moments of
pleasure. Now, if I were a grave-digger, or even
a hangman, there are some people I could work
for with a great deal of enjoyment.
Douglas Jerrold:—Jerrold's Wit. Ugly
Trades.
And sure the Eternal Master found
The single talent well employ'd.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = On the Death of Robert
Levet. St. 7.
