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1

I'll print it,
And shame the fools.

Pope—Prologue to Satires. L. 61.

2

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school: and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.

Henry VI. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 35.

3

The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blur with the manuscript.

Walt Whitman—Leaves of Grass. Walt Whitman. Pt. XV. St. 77.

PRISON

4

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Burns—Epistle from Esopus to Maria in Chambers' Burns' Life and Work. Vol. IV. P 54.

(See also Kendrick)

5

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view
This dungeon that I'm rotting in,
I think of those companions true
Who studied with me at the University of Gottingen.

George Canning—Song. Of One Eleven Years in Prison. Found in The Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. Also in Burlesque Plays and Poems, edited by Henry Morley.

6

Prison'd in a parlour snug and small,
Like bottled wasps upon a southern wall.
—Retirement. L. 493.

Cowper

7

"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veelsvithin veels, a prison in a prison."

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Dickens—Pickwick Papers. Ch. XL.

8

As if a wheel had been in the midst of a wheel.
Ezekiel. X. 10.

9

In durance vile.

William Kendrick—Falstaff's Wedding. Act I. Sc. 2. Burke—Thoughts on the Present Discontent.

(See also Burns)

10

That which the world miscalls a jail,
A private closet is to me.

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Locks, bars, and solitude together met,
Make me no prisoner, but an anchoret.
Attributed to Sir Roger L'Estrange. Also
to Lord Capel. Found in the Neu> Foundling Hospital for Wit. (Ed. 1786) IV. 40,
as a supplementary stanza. See Notes and
Queries, April 10, 1909. P. 288.

11

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
Lovelace—To Althea, from Prison. IV.

12

Doubles grilles à gros cloux,
Triples portes, forts verroux,
Aux âmes vraiment mechantes
Vous représentez Penfer;
Mais aux âmes innocentes
Vous n'etes que du bois, des pierres, du fer.

Fast closed with double grills
And triple gates—the cell
To wicked souls is hell;
But to a mind that's innocent
'Tis only iron, wood and stone.

Pelisson Written on the walls of his cell in the Bastile. (About 1661)

13

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;
But life, being weary of these worldly bars,
Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

Julius Caesar. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 93.

I have been studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.

Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 1.

PROBABILITY

15

Probability is the very guide of life.

Cicero—De Natura. 5. 12. Quoted by Bishop Butler. Also used by Hooker—Ecclesiastical Polity. Bk. I. Ch.VIH., and Bk. II. Ch. VII. Found in Locke—Essays. Bk. IV. Ch. XV. Also in Hobbes' Leviathan.

PROCRASTINATION (See Time, To-morrow)

PROGRESS

(See also Evolution, Growth)

16

Westward the star of empire takes its way.

John Quincy Adams—Oration at Plymouth. (1802) Misquoted from Berkeley on inside cover of an early edition of Bancroft's History of United States.

(See also Berkeley)

17

Laws and institutions are constantly tending to gravitate. Like clocks, they must be occasionally cleansed, and wound up, and set to true time.

Henry Ward Beecher—Life Thoughts.

18

Westward the course of empire takes its way;
The four first Acts already past,
A fifth shall close the Drama with the day;
Time's noblest offspring is the last.

Bishop Berkeley—Verses, on the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.

(See also Adams)

19

What is art
But life upon the larger scale, the higher,
When, graduating up in a spiral line
Of still expanding and ascending gyres,
It pushed toward the intense significance
Of all things, hungry for the Infinite?
Art's life—and where we live, we suffer and toil.

E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh.

(See also Emerson, Goethe, Meredith, de Staël)