=Plato.= The mistress of this philosopher was Archianassa; of Aristotle, Hepyllis; and of Epicurus, Leontium. (See LOVERS.) _Plato_ (_The German_), Friedrich Heinrich Jacobi (1743-1819). _Plato_ (_The Jewish_), Philo Judæus (fl. 30-40). _Plato_ (_The Puritan_), John Howe (1630-1706). =Plato and the Bees.= It is said that when Plato was an infant, bees settled on his lips while he was asleep, indicating that he would become famous for his “honeyed words.” The same story is told of Sophoclês also. And as when Plato did i’ the cradle thrive, Bees to his lips brought honey from the hive; So to this boy [_Dor´idon_] they came--I know not whether They brought or from his lips did honey gather. W. Browne, _Brittania’s Pastorals_, ii. (1613). =Plato and Homer.= Plato greatly admired Homer, but excluded him from his ideal republic. Plato, ’tis true, great Homer doth commend, Yet from his common-weal did him exile. Lord Brooke, _Inquisition upon Fame, etc._ (1554-1628). =Plato and Poets.= Plato, anticipating the Reviewers, From his “republic,” banished without pity The poets. Longfellow, _The Poet’s Tale_. =Platonic Puritan= (_The_), John Howe, the puritan divine (1630-1706). =Plausible= (_Counsellor_) and Serjeant Eitherside, two pleaders in _The Man of the World_, by C. Macklin (1764). =Pleasant= (_Mrs._) in _The Parson’s Wedding_, by Tom Killigrew (1664). =Pleasures of Hope=, a poem in two parts by Thomas Campbell (1799). It opens with a comparison between the beauty of scenery, and the ideal enchantments of fancy, in which hope is never absent, but can sustain the seaman on his watch, the soldier on his march, and Byron in his perilous adventures. The hope of a mother, the hope of a prisoner, the hope of the wanderer, the grand hope of the patriot, the hope of regenerating uncivilized nations, extending liberty, and ameliorating the condition of the poor. Pt. ii. speaks of the hope of love, and the hope of a future state, concluding with the episode of Conrad and Ellenore. Conrad was a felon, transported to New South Wales, but, though “a martyr to his crimes, was true to his daughter.” Soon, he says, he shall return to the dust from which he was taken; But not, my child, with life’s precarious fire, The immortal ties of Nature shall expire; These shall resist the triumph of decay, When time is o’er, and worlds have passed away. Cold in the dust this perished heart may lie, But that which warmed it once shall never die-- That spark, unburied in its mortal frame, With living light, eternal, and the same, Shall beam on Joy’s interminable years, Unveiled by darkness, unassuaged by tears. Pt. ii.