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from Agis. scene 3 -- Let never Man Say in the morning, that the day's his own; Things past, belong to memory alone. Things future, are the property of hope. (The narrow line; the isthmus of those seas,) The instant scarce divisible; is all That Man, [[underline]] vain Man can call [[/underline]] his own. Of common clay, and in one common mould All Men are made; but the celestial fire That gives them soul, and Life, is [[underline]] Liberty. [[/underline]] And I Prometheus like; to gain that fire For Sparta's sons; would brave the bolt of Jove. -- Bajazet in [[underline]] Tamerlane by Rowe [[/underline]] act 2d I am not fallen from ought I've been At least my Soul resolves to keep her state And scorns to take acquaintance with ill fortune
