460 LINDEN LINNET LINDEN Tibia
The linden in the fervors of July
Hums with a louder concert.
If thou lookest on the lime-leaf,
Thou a heart's form will discover;
Therefore are the lindens ever
Chosen seats of each fond lover.
LINGUISTS
Besides 'tis known he could speak Greek
As naturally as pigs squeak;
That Latin was no more difficile
Than to a blackbird 'tis to whistle.
Butlee—Hudihras. Pt. I. Canto I. L. 51.
A Babylonish dialect
Which learned pedants much affect.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I.
L.93.
For though to smatter ends of Greek
Or Latin be the rhetoric
Of pedants counted, and vain-glorious,
To smatter French is meritorious.
Butler—Remains in Verse and Prose. Saiire.
Upon Our Ridiculous Imitation of the French.
Line 127. A Greek proverb condemns the
man of two tongues.
I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,
Which melts Eke kisses from a female mouth.
| author = Byron
| work = Beppo. St. 44.
- * * Philologists, who chase
A panting syllable through time and space
Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark,
To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's Ark.
| author = Cowper
| work = Retirement. L. 691.
He Greek and Latin speaks with greater ease
Than hogs eat acorns, and tame pigeons peas.
Cranfield—Panegyric on Tom Coriate.
Lash'd into Latin by the tingling rod.
Gay—The Birth of the Squire. L. 46.
Wer fremde Sprachen nicht kennt, weiss nichts
von seiner eigenen.
He who is ignorant of foreign languages,
knows not his own.
Goethe—Kunst und Alterthum.
Small Latin, and less Greek.
Ben Jonson—To the Memory of Shakespeare.
Omnia Greece!
Cum sit turpe magis nostris nescire Latine.
Everything is Greek, when it is more shameful to be ignorant of Latin.
Juvenal—Satires. VI. 187. (Second line
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| text = <poem>Languages are no more than the keys of
Sciences. He who despises one, slights the other.
La Bruyère—The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. XII.
C'est de 1'hebreu pour moi.
It is Hebrew to me.
Moliere—L'Etourdi. Act III. Sc. 3.
Negatas artifex sequi voces.
He attempts to use language which he does
not know.
Persius—Satires. Prologue. XL
This is your devoted friend, sir, the manifold
linguist.
All's Well That Ends Well. Act IV. Sc. 3.
L. 262.
Away with him, away with him! he speaks
Latin.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 62.
O! good my lord, no Latin;
I'm not such a truant since my coming,
As not to know the language I have hVd in.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 42.
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
Julius Caesar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 287.
Speaks three or four languages word for word
without a book.
Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 28.
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21 By your own report
A linguist.
TwoGentlemen of Verona. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 56.
Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest to
be understood of the two!
R. B. Sheridan—The Critic. Act I. Sc. 2.
LINNET
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Man.
| place = Ep. III. L. 33
Perch'd on the cedar's topmost bough.
And gay with gilded wings,
Perchance the patron of his vow,
Some artless linnet sings.
Shenstone—Valentine's Day.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
| author = Tennyson
| work = In Memoriam. Pt. XXI. St. 6.
Linnets * * * sit
On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock.
Thomson—The Seasons. Autumn. L. 974.
Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.
Wordsworth—The Green Linnet.
