POETICAL QUOTATIONS (continued 3)

Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle From her propriety. Othello, Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

FUTURE.

Often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events, And in to-day already walks to-morrow. The Death of Wallenstein. S.T. COLERIDGE.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet, fooled with hope, men favor the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage! none would live past years again. Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain. Aureng-Zebe; or, The Great Mogul, Act iv. Sc. 1. J. DRYDEN.

As though there were a tie, And obligation to posterity. We get them, bear them breed and nurse. What has posterity done for us, That we, lest they their rights should lose, Should trust our necks to gripe of noose? McFingal, Canto II. J. TRUMBULL.

The best of prophets of the Future is the Past. Letter, Jan. 28, 1821. LORD BYRON.

GENTLEMAN.

He is gentil that doth gentil dedis. Canterbury Tales: The Wyf of Bathes Tale. CHAUCER.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne; For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed As by his manners. Faërie Queene, Bk. VI. Canto IV. E. SPENSER.

Tho' modest, on his unembarrassed brow Nature had written—"Gentleman." Don Juan, Canto IX. LORD BYRON.

I freely told you, all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman. Merchant of Venice, Act iii, Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

"I am a gentleman." I'll be sworn thou art; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon. Twelfth Night, Act i. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

Nothing to blush for and nothing to hide, Trust in his character felt far and wide; Be he a noble, or be he in trade, This is the gentleman Nature has made. What is a Gentleman? N.L. O'DONOGHUE.

And thus he bore without abuse The grand old name of gentleman, Defamed by every charlatan, And soiled with all ignoble use. In Memoriam, CX. A. TENNYSON.

His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. Absalom and Achitophel. J. DRYDEN.

GHOST.

What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps and points to yonder glade? To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. A. POPE.

What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew? Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet. B. JONSON.

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. King Richard III., Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

MACBETH. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.

* * * * *

LADY MACBETH. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan. MACBETH. Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?

* * * * *

The times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.

* * * * *

Avaunt! and quit my sight. Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, Which thou dost glare with!

* * * * *

Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

GLORY.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. Henry VI., Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near have neither heat nor light. The White Devil, Act v. Sc. 1. J. WEBSTER.

We rise in glory, as we sink in pride: Where boasting ends, there dignity begins. Night Thoughts, Night VIII. DR. E. YOUNG.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past. On the Death of Sir Walter Scott. SIR S. BRYDGES.

GOD.

What is this mighty Breath, ye sages, say, That, in powerful language, felt, not heard, Instructs the fowls of heaven; and through their breast These arts of love diffuses? What, but God? Inspiring God! who, boundless Spirit all, And unremitting Energy, pervades. Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole. The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.

The Somewhat which we name but cannot know, Ev'n as we name a star and only see Its quenchless flashings forth, which ever show And ever hide him, and which are not he. Wordsworth's Grave, I. W. WATSON.

A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires. Night Thoughts, Night VIII. DR. E. YOUNG.

Thou, my all! My theme! my inspiration! and my crown! My strength in age! my rise in low estate! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth!—my world! My light in darkness! and my life in death! My boast through time! bliss through eternity! Eternity, too short to speak thy praise! Or fathom thy profound of love to man! Night Thoughts, Night IV. DR. E. YOUNG. Happy the man who sees a God employed In all the good and ill that checker life. The Task, Bk. II. W. COWPER.

O thou, whose certain eye foresees The fixed event of fate's remote decrees. Odyssey, Bk. IV. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,— Path, motive, guide, original, and end. The Rambler, No. 7. DR. S. JOHNSON.

Whatever is, is in its causes just. Oedipus, Act. iii. Sc. 1. J. DRYDEN.

He that doth the ravens feed Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! As You Like It, Act. ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perished, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Essay on Man, Epistle I. A. POPE.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfied, and Thee appease. Paradise Lost, Bk. X. MILTON.

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love. Of Immortality. M.F. TUPPER.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, And, hooting at the glorious Sun in Heaven, Cries out, "Where is it?" Fears in Solitude. S.T. COLERIDGE.

God sendeth and giveth, both mouth and the meat. Points of Good Husbandry. T. TUSSER.

'T is Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours. A Fable. W. COWPER.

Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away. The Task: Winter Morning Walk. W. COWPER.

That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves. In Memoriam; Conclusion. A. TENNYSON.

GODS, THE.

Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear. The Iliad, Bk. I. HOMER. Trans. of BRYANT.

Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. The Iliad, Bk. I. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

High in the home of the summers, the seats of the happy immortals, Shrouded in knee-deep blaze, unapproachable; there ever youthful Hebè, Harmoniè, and the daughter of Jove, Aphroditè Whirled in the white-linked dance, with the gold-crowned Hours and Graces. Andromeda. CH. KINGSLEY.

Or else flushed Ganymede, his rosy thigh Half buried in the eagle's down. Sole as a flying star, shot thro' the sky, Above the pillared town. Palace of Art. A. TENNYSON.

As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Love's Labor's Lost, Act iv. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Who knows not Circè, The daughter of the Sun, whose charmèd cup Whoever tasted lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a grovelling swine? Comus. MILTON.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. Midsummer Night's Dream, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid: Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans. Love's Labor's Lost, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

No wonder Cupid is a murderous boy: A fiery archer making pain his joy. His dam, while fond of Mars, is Vulcan's wife, And thus 'twixt fire and sword divides her life. Greek Anthology. MELEAGER.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. King Lear, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Draw near them then in being merciful; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Titus Andronicus, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

GOOD.

What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well. The Light of Asia. SIR E. ARNOLD.

There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound. Abt Vogler, IX. R. BROWNING.

Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood, He tried the luxury of doing good. Tales of the Hall, Bk. III. G. CRABBE.

'T is well said again; And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. King Henry VIII., Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue! Juvenal, Satire X. J. DRYDEN.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good! Paradise Lost, Bk. V. MILTON.

GRATITUDE.

The still small voice of gratitude. For Music. T. GRAY.

A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharged. Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning. Simon Lee. W. WORDSWORTH.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

GRAVE, THE.

There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The Grave. J. MONTGOMERY.

Ah, the grave's a quiet bed: She shall sleep a pleasant sleep, And the tears that you may shed Will not wake her—therefore weep! The Last Scene. W. WINTER.

O, snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year, And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: O, Snatched Away! LORD BYRON.

Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be dressed. And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast; There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow. Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. A. POPE.

And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land. In Memoriam, XVIII. A. TENNYSON.

Sweets to the sweet: farewell, I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife: I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not t' have strewed thy grave. Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be! Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. A. POPE.

Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Brave Percy, fare thee well! Ill-weaned ambition, how much art thou shrunk: When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough. King Henry VI., Pt. I. Act v. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone, Sad luxury! to vulgar minds unknown, Along the walls where speaking marbles show What worthies form the hallowed mould below; Proud names, who once the reins of empire held, In arms who triumphed, or in arts excelled; Chiefs, graced with scars, and prodigal of blood; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven. On the Death of Mr. Addison. T. TICKELL.

The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Blended in dust together; where the slave Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud Resigns his powers; the miser drops his hoard: Where human folly sleeps. Ruins of Rome. J. DYER.

Then to the grave I turned me to see what therein lay; 'T was the garment of the Christian, worn out and thrown away. Death and the Christian. F.A. KRUMMACHER.

GREATNESS.

That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor pelf: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself. A Great Man. LORD LYTTON (Owen Meredith).

He fought a thousand glorious wars, And more than half the world was his, And somewhere, now, in yonder stars, Can tell, mayhap, what greatness is. The Chronicle of the Drum. W.M. THACKERAY.

Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness,— To which I leave him. The False One, Act ii. Sc. 1. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

Greatness on goodness loves to slide, not stand, And leaves, for fortune's ice, vertue's firm land. Turkish History. Under a portrait of Mustapha I. R. KNOLLES.

Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. Philip Van Artevelde, Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 7. SIR H. TAYLOR.

GRIEF.

Every one can master grief, but he that has it. Much Ado about Nothing, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe. The Corsair, Canto III. LORD BYRON.

No greater grief than to remember days Of joy when misery is at hand. Inferno, Canto V. DANTE.

I am not mad;—I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief I should forget! King John, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul, Follow thy friend beloved! But in the lonely hour, But in the evening walk, Think that he accompanies thy solitude; Think that he holds with thee Mysterious intercourse: And though remembrance wake a tear, There will be joy in grief. The Dead Friend. R. SOUTHEY. HABIT.

Habit with him was all the test of truth; "It must be right: I've done it from my youth." The Borough, Letter III. G. CRABBE.

How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled town. Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act v. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Hackneyed in business, wearied at that oar, Which thousands, once fast chained to, quit no more. Retirement. W. COWPER.

Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the dignity of crimes. Florio, Pt. I. HANNAH MORE.

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. Metamorphoses, Bk. XV. OVID. Trans. of DRYDEN.

HAIR.

Those curious locks so aptly twined, Whose every hair a soul doth bind. To A.L. Persuasions to Love. T. CAREW.

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again. Faust: Sc. Walpurgis Night. GOETHE. Trans. of SHELLEY.

Her glossy hair was clustered o'er a brow Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth. Don Juan, Canto I. LORD BYRON.

It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette, It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet; 'Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist, 'Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed— 'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet. Janette's Hair. C.G. HALPINE (Miles O'Reilly).

As she fled fast through sun and shade, The happy winds upon her played, Blowing the ringlets from the braid. Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere. A. TENNYSON.

Come let me pluck that silver hair Which 'mid thy clustering curls I see; The withering type of time or care Has nothing, sure, to do with thee. The Grey Hair. A.A. WATTS.

HAND.

Without the bed her other fair hand was, On the green coverlet; whose perfect white Showed like an April daisy on the grass, With pearly sweat, resembling dew of night. Lucrece. SHAKESPEARE.

The hand of a woman is often, in youth, Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless, in truth; Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm, Or as sorrow has crossed the life line in the palm? Lucile, Pt. I. Canto III. (Owen Meredith). LORD LYTTON.

They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

As if the world and they were hand and glove. Table Talk. W. COWPER.

With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you. Julius Cæsar, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Then join in hand, brave Americans all; By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall. The Liberty Song (1768). J. DICKINSON.

HAPPINESS.

Fixed to no spot is Happiness sincere: 'Tis nowhere to be found, or ev'ry where; 'Tis never to be bought, but always free. Essay on Man, Epistle IV. A. POPE.

We're charmed with distant views of happiness, But near approaches make the prospect less. Against Enjoyment. T. YALDEN.

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart: And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye. Saturday Afternoon. N.P. WILLIS.

True happiness ne'er entered at an eye; True happiness resides in things unseen. Night Thoughts, Night VIII. DR. E. YOUNG.

Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these. Essay on Man, Epistle IV. A. POPE.

The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze. Night Thoughts, Night I. DR. E. YOUNG.

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down, And he that had no cross deserves no crown. Esther. F. QUARLES.

HATE.

Who love too much hate in the like extreme. The Odyssey. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage. Don Juan, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. The Mourning Bride, Act iii. Sc. 8. W. CONGREVE.

HEART.

Oh, the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,— A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing. The Captive Greek Girl. J. PARDOE.

His heart was one of those which most enamor us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain. Beppo. LORD BYRON.

There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest. Twilight. F-G. HALLECK.

Worse than a bloody hand is a bloody heart. The Cenci, Act v. Sc. 2. P.B. SHELLEY.

Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart? Love of Fame, Satire II. DR. E. YOUNG.

Nor peace nor ease the heart can know, Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But, turning, trembles too. A Prayer for Indifference. MRS. F.M. GREVILLE.

Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books. The Task: Winter Walk at Noon. W. COWPER.

My heart Is true as steel. A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

HEAVEN.

A heart bestowed on heaven alone. The Corsair. LORD BYRON.

If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful, beyond compare, Will Paradise be found! The Earth Full of God's Goodness. J. MONTGOMERY.

This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,— There's nothing true but Heaven! Sacred Songs: The world is all a fleeting show. T. MOORE.

Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love. The Issues of Life and Death. J. MONTGOMERY.

No, no, I'm sure, My restless spirit never could endure To brood so long upon one luxury, Unless it did, though fearfully, espy A hope beyond the shadow of a dream Endymion, Bk. I. J. KEATS.

HEAVEN—HELL.

'Tis sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store. Burial of the Dead. J. KEBLE.

Nor can his blessèd soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. The Spanish Friar, Act v. Sc. 2. J. DRYDEN.

Just are the ways of Heaven; from Heaven proceed The woes of man; Heaven doomed the Greeks to bleed. Odyssey, Bk. VIII. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

In man's most dark extremity Oft succor dawns from Heaven. The Lord of the Isles, Canto I. SIR W. SCOTT.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. To an Afflicted Protestant Lady. W. COWPER.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish— Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Sacred Songs: Come, ye Disconsolate. T. MOORE.

HELL.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here. Inferno, Canto III. DANTE.

Which way shall I fly, Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.

Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light. Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.

Nor from hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place. Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.

When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. Faustus. C. MARLOWE.

HELP.

Heav'n forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all. Essay on Man, Epistle II. A. POPE.

Small service is true service while it lasts: Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun. In a Child's Album. W. WORDSWORTH.

What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief. The Winter's Tale. Act iii. Sc.2. SHAKESPEARE.

Help thyself, and God will help thee. Jaculata Prudentum. G. HERBERT.

HEROISM.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged. Festus: Proem. P.J. BAILEY.

The hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head-winds right for royal sails. Essays: Heroism. R.W. EMERSON.

Unbounded courage and compassion joined, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete. The Campaign. J. Addison.

See the conquering hero comes, Sound the trumpet, beat the drums. Orations of Joshua. T. MORELL.

The man that is not moved at what he reads, That takes not fire at their heroic deeds, Unworthy of the blessings of the brave, Is base in kind, and born to be a slave. Table Talk. W. COWPER.

HOME.

Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of paradise that has survived the fall! The Task, Bk. III. W. COWPER.

The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home. Night Thoughts, Night VIII. DR. E. YOUNG.

To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life. Epistle to Dr. Blacklock. R. BURNS.

For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room. To the Bishop of Lincoln. A. COWLEY.

His native home deep imaged in his soul. Odyssey, Bk. XIII. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best. Song. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

His home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. West Indies, Pt. III. J. MONTGOMERY.

At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. The Farmer's Daily Diet. T. TUSSER.

He kept no Christmas-house for once a year: Each day his boards were filled with lordly fare. A Maiden's Dream. R. GREENE.

Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze; And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore, Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore. The Traveller. O. GOLDSMITH.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn

Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in. The Task: Winter Evening, Bk, IV. W. COWPER.

HOPE.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. King Richard III., Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Know then, whatever cheerful and serene Supports the mind, supports the body too; Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel Is hope, the balm and lifeblood of the soul. Art of Preserving Health, Bk. IV. J. ARMSTRONG.

O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings! Comus. MILTON.

Hope! of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure!

* * * * *

Hope! thou first-fruits of happiness! Thou gentle dawning of a bright success!

* * * * *

Brother of Faith! 'twixt whom and thee The joys of Heaven and Earth divided be! For Hope. A. COWLEY.

Hope! thou nurse of young desire. Love in a Village, Act i. Sc. 1. L. BICKERSTAFF.

Hope, like a cordial, innocent though strong, Man's heart at once inspirits and serenes; Nor makes him pay his wisdom for his joys. Night Thoughts, Night VII. DR. E. YOUNG.

Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray. The Captivity, Act ii. O. GOLDSMITH.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. King Henry IV., Pt. II. Act iv Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave—oh! leave the light of Hope behind! The Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II. T. CAMPBELL. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be, blest: The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. Essay on Man, Epistle I. A. POPE.

The wretch condemned with life to part, Still, still on hope relies; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. The Captivity, Act ii. O. GOLDSMITH.

The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. Measure for Measure, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

To hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates. Prometheus. Act iv. P.B. SHELLEY.

HORSEMANSHIP.

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropped down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

"Stand, Bayard, stand!" The steed obeyed, With arching neck and bended head, And glancing eye, and quivering ear, As if he loved his lord to hear. No foot Fitz-James in stirrup staid. No grasp upon the saddle laid, But wreathed his left hand in the mane, And lightly bounded from the plain, Turned on the horse his armèd heel, And stirred his courage with the steel. Bounded the fiery steed in air, The rider sate erect and fair, Then, like a bolt from steel cross-bow, Forth launched, along the plain they go. The Lady of the Lake, Canto V. SIR W. SCOTT.

After many strains and heaves, He got up to the saddle eaves, From whence he vaulted into the seat With so much vigor, strength, and heat, That he had almost tumbled over With his own weight, but did recover, By laying hold of tail and mane, Which oft he used instead of rein. Hudibras. S. BUTLER.

HOSPITALITY.

You must come home with me and be my guest; You will give joy to me, and I will do All that is in my power to honor you. Hymn to Mercury, P.B. SHELLEY.

Sir, you are very welcome to our house: It must appear in other ways than words, Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy. Merchant of Venice, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

So saying, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. Paradise Lost, Bk. V. MILTON.

This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. Romeo and Juliet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

The atmosphere Breathes rest and comfort and the many chambers Seem full of welcomes. Masque of Pandora. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. Comedy of Errors, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs, When seasoned by love, which no rancor disturbs And sweetened by all that is sweetest in life Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten in strife! Lucile. LORD LYTTON (Owen Meredith).

Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

I've often wished that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end. Imitation of Horace, Bk. II. Sat. 6. J. SWIFT.

True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest. Odyssey, Bk. XV. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

HUMILITY.

Humility, that low, sweet root, From which all heavenly virtues shoot. Loves of the Angels: The Third Angel's Story. T. MOORE.

Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honor is a private station. Cato, Act iv. Sc. 4. J. ADDISON.

In a bondman's key, With 'bated breath, and whisp'ring humbleness. Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

It is the witness still of excellency To put a strange face on his own perfection. Much Ado About Nothing, Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

God hath sworn to lift on high Who sinks himself by true humility. Miscellaneous Poems: At Hooker's Tomb. J. KEBLE.

HUNTING.

Soon as Aurora drives away the night, And edges eastern clouds with rosy light, The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful horn, Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn. Rural Sports, Canto II. J. GAY.

Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield. Essay on Man, Epistle I. A. POPE.

My hoarse-sounding horn Invites thee to the chase, the sport of kings; Image of war without its guilt. The Chase. W.C. SOMERVILLE.

Contusion hazarding of neck or spine, Which rural gentlemen call sport divine. Needless Alarm. W. COWPER.

My hawk is tired of perch and hood, My idle greyhound loathes his food, My horse is weary of his stall, And I am sick of captive thrall. I wish I were as I have been Hunting the hart in forests green, With bended bow and bloodhound free, For that's the life is meet for me! The Lady of the Lake: Lay of the Imprisoned Huntsman, Canto VI. SIR W. SCOTT.

Oh! what delight can a mortal lack, When he once is firm on his horse's back, With his stirrups short, and his snaffle strong, And the blast of the horn for his morning song! The Hunter's Song. B.W. PROCTER (Barry Cornwall).

See from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings; Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Windsor Forest. A. POPE.

But as some muskets so contrive it, As oft to miss the mark they drive at, And though well aimed at duck or plover, Bear wide, and kick their owners over. McFingal, Canto I. J. TRUMBULL.

HYPOCRISY.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise! Don Juan, Canto X. LORD BYRON.

For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone, By his permissive will, through heaven and earth. Paradise Lost, Bk. III. MILTON.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show; False face must hide what the false heart doth know. Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.

O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds! Cymbeline, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

She that asks Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all, And hates their coming. The Task, Bk. II. W. COWPER.

He seemed For dignity composed and high exploit: But all was false and hollow. Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.

He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven To serve the Devil in. Course of Time, Bk. VIII R. POLLOK.

The Devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. An evil soul, producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

But then I sigh, and with a piece of Scripture Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villany With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. King Richard III., Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

O villain, villain, smiling damnèd villain! My tables,—meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

That practised falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couched with revenge. Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.

Built God a church, and laughed his word to scorn. Retirement. W. COWPER.

And the devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility. The Devil's Thoughts. S.T. COLERIDGE.

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! Measure for Measure, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

'Tis too much proved—that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself. Hamlet, Act iii, Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing: But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling. Epistle to a Young Friend. R. BURNS.

IDLENESS.

'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." The Sluggard. DR. I. WATTS.

Sloth views the towers of fame with envious eyes, Desirous still, still impotent to rise. The Judgment of Hercules. W. SHENSTONE.

Their only labor was to kill the time (And labor dire it is, and weary woe); They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme; Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow: This soon too rude an exercise they find; Straight on the couch their limbs again they throw, Where hours on hours they sighing lie reclined, And court the vapory god, soft breathing in the wind. The Castle of Indolence, Canto I. J. THOMSON.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels, How heavily we drag the load of life! Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It makes us wander, wander earth around To fly that tyrant, thought. Night Thoughts, Night II. DR. E. YOUNG.

To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by. The Blue Stocking. T. MOORE.

The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed. The Giaour. LORD BYRON.

A lazy lolling sort, Unseen at church, at senate, or at court, Of ever-listless idlers, that attend No cause, no trust, no duty, and no friend. There too, my Paridell! she marked thee there, Stretched on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness. The Dunciad, Bk. IV. A. POPE.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as if it stands. Retirement. W. COWPER.

There is no remedy for time misspent; No healing for the waste of idleness, Whose very languor is a punishment Heavier than active souls can feel or guess. Sonnet. SIR A. DE VERE.

For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. Song XX. DR. I. WATTS.

ILLNESS.

As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath, Receives the lurking principle of death, The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength. Essay on Man, Epistle II. A. POPE.

Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all. Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

So when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns, And 'tis a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain. Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Bk. II. Hymn 146. DR. I. WATTS.

Long pains are light ones, Cruel ones are brief! Compensation. J.G. SAXE.

Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way. Verses on Robert Levet. DR. S. JOHNSON.

IMAGINATION.

Within the soul a faculty abides, That with interpositions, which would hide And darken, so can deal that they become Contingencies of pomp; and serve to exalt Her native brightness. As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own. The Excursion, Bk. IV. W. WORDSWORTH.

O for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! King Henry V., Chorus. SHAKESPEARE.

Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn. Progress of Poesy. T. GRAY.

One of those passing rainbow dreams Half light, half shade, which Fancy's beams Paint on the fleeting mists that roll, In trance or slumber, round the soul. Lalla Rookh. T. MOORE.

Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation:—where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone. Can Nature show so fair? Where are the charms and virtues which we dare Conceive in boyhood and pursue as men, The unreached Paradise of our despair, Which o'er-informs the pencil and the pen, And overpowers the page where it would bloom again? Childe Harold, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.

We figure to ourselves The thing we like, and then we build it up As chance will have it, on the rock or sand; For thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And home-bound Fancy runs her bark ashore. Philip Van Artevelde, Pt. I, Act i. Sc. 5. SIR H. TAYLOR.

HAMLET. My father,—methinks I see my father. HORATIO. Oh! where, my lord? HAMLET. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass. Poems. E. DICKINSON.

IMMORTALITY.

To be no more—sad cure; for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion? Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light. Even So. J. MILLER.

No, no! The energy of life may be Kept on after the grave, but not begun; And he who flagged not in the earthly strife, From strength to strength advancing—only he, His soul well-knit, and all his battles won, Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life. Immortality. M. ARNOLD.

God keeps a niche In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit He brake them to our faces, and denied That our close kisses should impair their white,— I know we shall behold them raised, complete, The dust swept from their beauty, glorified, New Memnons singing in the great God-light. Futurity with the Departed. E.B. BROWNING.

The wisest men are glad to die; no fear Of death can touch a true philosopher. Death sets the soul at liberty to fly. Continuation of Lucan. T. MAY.

Alas! for love, if thou art all, And naught beyond, O Earth! The Graves of a Household. MRS. F. HEMANS.

'Tis not the whole of life to live: Nor all of death to die. The Issues of Life and Death. J. MONTGOMERY.

Since heaven's eternal year is thine. Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. J. DRYDEN.

INCONSTANCY.

Look, as I blow this feather from my face, And as the air blows it to me again, Obeying with my wind when I do blow, And yielding to another when it blows, Commanded always by the greater gust; Such is the lightness of you common men. King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea and one on shore; To one thing constant never. Much Ado about Nothing, Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

There is no music in a voice That is but one, and still the same; Inconstancy is but a name To fright poor lovers from a better choice. Shepherd's Holiday. J. RUTTER.

The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leafy. Much Ado about Nothing, Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Love ne'er should die;… One object lost, another should succeed; And all our life be love. Pastorals. T. BROWN.

There are three things a wise man will not trust: The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith. Madoc. R. SOUTHEY.

Who trusts himself to woman or to waves Should never hazard what he fears to lose. Governor of Cyprus. J. OLDMIXON.

Away, away—you're all the same, A flattering, smiling, jilting throng! O, by my soul, I burn with shame, To think I've been your slave so long! Song. T. MOORE.

Frailty, thy name is woman! Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

HAMLET.—Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?

OPHELIA.—'Tis brief, my lord.

HAMLET.—As woman's love. Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Framed to make women false. Othello, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

To beguile many, and be beguiled by one. Othello, Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEAKE.

Or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears;—why she, even she (O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourned longer) married with my uncle, My father's brother. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Trust not a man: we are by nature false, Dissembling, subtle, cruel and inconstant; When a man talks of love, with caution hear him; But if he swears, he'll certainly deceive thee. The Orphan. T. OTWAY.

Nay, women are frail too; Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves; Which are as easy broke as they make forms. Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

In part to blame is she, Which hath without consent bin only tride: He comes too neere that comes to be denide. A Wife. SIR T. OVERBURY.

The heart!—Yes, I wore it As sign and as token Of a love that once gave it, A vow that was spoken; But a love, and a vow, and a heart, Can be broken. Hearts. A.A. PROCTER.

A love that took an early root, And had an early doom. The Devil's Progress. T.K. HERVEY.

Or as one nail by strength drives out another, So the remembrance of my former love Is by a newer object quite forgotten. Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

All love may be expelled by other love, As poisons are by poisons. All for Love. J. DRYDEN.

At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury. Palamon and Arcite, Bk. II. J. DRYDEN.

They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse! The Arraignment of Paris: Cupid's Curse. G. PEELE.

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

To be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved. Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

INGRATITUDE.

I hate ingratitude more in a man, Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice. Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him. Busiris. DR. E. YOUNG.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man! Night Thoughts, Night II. DR. E. YOUNG.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child! King Lear, Act i. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

INN.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? Henry IV., Pt. I. Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Now musing o'er the changing scene Farmers behind the tavern screen Collect; with elbows idly pressed On hob, reclines the corner's guest, Reading the news to mark again The bankrupt lists or price of grain. Puffing the while his red-tipt pipe He dreams o'er troubles nearly ripe, Yet, winter's leisure to regale, Hopes better times, and sips his ale. The Shepherd's Calendar. J. CLARE.

Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Lines on the Mermaid Tavern. J. KEATS.

Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn. Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn. Written on a Window of an Inn. W. SHENSTONE.

INNOCENCE.

Hence, bashful cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! Tempest, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

O, white innocence, That thou shouldst wear the mask of guilt to hide Thine awful and serenest countenance From those who know thee not! The Cenci, Act v. Sc. 3. P.B. SHELLEY.

I never tempted her with word too large; But, as a brother to his sister, showed Bashful sincerity, and comely love. Much Ado about Nothing, Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

And dallies with the innocence of love. Twelfth Night, Act ii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms; Inflexible in faith; invincible in arms. The Minstrel, Bk. I. J. BEATTIE.

True, conscious honor is to feel no sin; He's armed without that's innocent within. Imitation of Horace, Epistle 1. Bk. I. A. POPE.

INSECTS.

My banks they are furnished with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep. A Pastoral Ballad, Pt. II. W. SHENSTONE.

Here their delicious task the fervent bees In swarming millions tend: around, athwart, Through the soft air, the busy nations fly, Cling to the bud, and with inserted tube, Suck its pure essence, its ethereal soul; And oft, with bolder wing, they soaring dare The purple heath, or where the wild thyme grows, And yellow load them with the luscious spoil. The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. Poems. E. DICKINSON.

O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk. The Beetle. J.W. RILEY.

I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet. I'd be a Butterfly. T.H. BAYLY.

Rose suddenly a swarm of butterflies, On wings of white and gold and azure fire; And one said: "These are flowers that seek the skies, Loosed by the spell of their supreme desire." Butterflies. C.G.D. ROBERTS.

So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller still to bite 'em; And so proceed ad infinitum. Poetry: a Rhapsody. J. SWIFT.

I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried. On a Fly buried in Amber. R. HERRICK.

Oh! that the memories which survive us here Were half so lovely as these wings of thine! Pure relics of a blameless life, that shine Now thou art gone. On Finding a Fly Crushed in a Book. C.T. TURNER.

When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark. The Glow-worm. J. MONTGOMERY.

Ye living lamps, by whose dear light The nightingale does sit so late; And studying all the summer night, Her matchless songs does meditate. The Mower to the Glow-worm. A. MARVEL.

Where the katydid works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over the well. Leaves of Grass, Pt. XXXVIII. W. WHITMAN.

What gained we, little moth? Thy ashes, Thy one brief parting pang may show: And withering thoughts for soul that dashes, From deep to deep, are but a death more slow. Tragedy of the Night-Moth. T. CARLYLE.

The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. Essay on Man, Epistle I. A. POPE.

Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide: If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side. Immortality of the Soul: Feeling. SIR J. DAVIES.

INSTRUCTION.

'Tis education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined. Moral Essays, Epistle I. A. POPE.

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown proposed as things forgot. Essay on Criticism. A. POPE.

Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song. Julian and Maddalo. P.B. SHELLEY.

INVENTION.

Soon shall thy arm, unconquered steam! afar Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car; Or on wide waving wings expanded bear The flying-chariot through the field of air. The Botanic Garden, Pt. 1. Ch. I. [1781]. E. DARWIN.

Electric telegraphs, printing, gas, Tobacco, balloons, and steam, Are little events that have come to pass Since the days of the old régime. And, spite of Lemprière's dazzling page, I'd give—though it might seem bold— A hundred years of the Golden Age For a year of the Age of Gold. The Two Ages. H.S. LEIGH.

What cannot art and industry perform, When science plans the progress of their toil! The Minstrel. J. BEATTIE.

For out of the old fieldès, as men saithe, Cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere, And out of old bookès, in good faithe, Cometh al this new science that men lere. The Assembly of Foules. CHAUCER.

JEALOUSY.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on…. But, O, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves! Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Trifle, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

With groundless fear he thus his soul deceives: What phrenzy dictates, jealousy believes. Diome. J. GAY.

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injured lover's hell. Paradise Lost, Bk. V. MILTON.

Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy! Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

O jealousy, Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue Of my fresh cheek to haggard sallowness, And drinks my spirit up! David and Goliath. H. MORE.

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you, 'Tis rigor, and not law. Winter's Tale, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Though I perchance am vicious in my guess, As, I confess, it is my nature's plague To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not. Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

But through the heart Should Jealousy its venom once diffuse, 'Tis then delightful misery no more, But agony unmixed, incessant gall, Corroding every thought, and blasting all Love's paradise. The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.

JESUS CHRIST.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. Epiphany. BISHOP R. HEBER.

He was the Word, that spake it; He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it. Divine Poems: On the Sacrament. DR. J. DONNE.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thought. In Memoriam, XXXVI. A. TENNYSON. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallowed and so gracious is the time, Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

In those holy fields, Over whose acres walked those blessèd feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed, For our advantage, on the bitter cross. Henry IV., Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power, He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed Manifest Godhead. Religious Musings. S.T. COLERIDGE.

But chiefly Thou Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die. Death. B. PORTEUS.

One there is above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend! His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end: They who once his kindness prove, Find it everlasting love! A Friend that Sticketh Closer than a Brother. J. NEWTON.

'Tis done, the great transaction's done; I am my Lord's, and he is mine; He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine.

Now rest, my long-divided heart! Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; Oh, who with earth would grudge to part, When called with angels to be blest? Happy Day. P. DODDRIDGE.

Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, What may thy service be?— Nor name, nor town, nor ritual word, But simply following thee.

We bring no ghastly holocaust, We pile no graven stone; He serves thee best who loveth most His brothers and thy own. Our Master. J.G. WHITTIER.

JEWEL.

These gems have life in them: their colors speak, Say what words fail of. The Spanish Gypsy. GEORGE ELIOT.

If that a pearl may in a toad's head dwell, And may be found too in an oyster shell. Apology for his Book. J. BUNYAN.

Some asked how pearls did grow, and where, Then spoke I to my girle, To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of pearl. The Rock of Rubies and the Quarrie of Pearl. R. HERRICK.

The lively Diamond drinks thy purest rays, Collected light, compact. The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.

Like stones of worth, they thinly placèd are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. Sonnet III. SHAKESPEARE.

Than all Bocara's vaunted gold, Than all the gems of Samarcand. A Persian Song of Hafiz. SIR W. JONES.

Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore. Song: Rich and Rare. T. MOORE.

I see the jewel best enamelled Will lose his beauty; and the gold 'bides still, That others touch, and often touching will Wear gold. Comedy of Errors, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

JOURNALISM.

He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spattered boots, strapped waist, and frozen locks; News from all nations lumbering at his back. The Task, Bk. IV. W. COWPER.

Trade hardly deems the busy day begun Till his keen eye along the sheet has run; The blooming daughter throws her needle by, And reads her schoolmate's marriage with a sigh; While the grave mother puts her glasses on, And gives a tear to some old crony gone. The preacher, too, his Sunday theme lays down, To know what last new folly fills the town; Lively or sad, life's meanest, mightiest things, The fate of fighting cocks, or fighting kings. Curiosity. C. SPRAGUE.

For evil news rides fast, while good news baits. Samson Agonistes. MILTON.

If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it: A chiel's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he'll prent it. On Capt. Grose's Peregrinations Through Scotland. R. BURNS.

A would-be satirist, a hired buffoon, A monthly scribbler of some low lampoon. Condemned to drudge, the meanest of the mean, And furbish falsehoods for a magazine. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. LORD BYRON.

To serve thy generation, this thy fate: "Written in water," swiftly fades thy name; But he who loves his kind does, first and late, A work too great for fame. The Journalist. MRS. M. CLEMMER A. HUDSON.

This folio of four pages, happy work! Which not e'en critics criticise; that holds Inquisitive attention while I read,

* * * * *

What is it but a map of busy life, Its fluctuations and its vast concerns? 'Tis pleasant, through the loop-holes of retreat, To peep at such a world,—to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.

* * * * *

While fancy, like the finger of a clock. Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. Winter Evening: The Task, Bk. IV. W. COWPER.

Here shall the Press the People's right maintain, Unawed by influence and unbribed by gain; Here Patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw, Pledged to Religion, Liberty, and Law. Motto of Salem (Mass.) Register. J. STORY.

JOY.

What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between. Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II. T. CAMBPELL

How fading are the joys we dote upon! Like apparitions seen and gone; But those which soonest take their flight Are the most exquisite and strong; Like angels' visits, short and bright, Mortality's too weak to bear them long. The Parting. J. NORRIS.

And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep. Festus, Sc. A Village Feast. P.J. BAILEY.

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past. The Little Cloud. J. MONTGOMERY.

The joy late coming late departs. Some Sweet Day. L.J. BATES.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away. Song: There's Not a Joy. LORD BYRON.

Base Envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach. The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.

How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown; Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy. The Course of Time, Bk. I. R. POLLOK.

O stay!—O stay!— Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that, oh! 'tis pain To break its links so soon. Fly Not Yet. T. MOORE.

KISS.

What is a kiss? Alacke! at worst, A single Dropp to quenche a Thirst, Tho' oft it prooves, in happie Hour, The first swete Dropp of our long Showre. In the Old Time. C.G. LELAND.

I was betrothed that day; I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away. The Lay of the Brown Rosary, Pt. II. E.B. BROWNING.

The kiss you take is paid by that you give: The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt. Heroic Love, Act v. Sc. 1. LORD LANDSDOWNE.

Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score; Then to that twenty adde a hundred more; A thousand to that hundred; so kisse on, To make that thousand up a million; Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kisse afresh, as when we first begun. Hesperides to Anthea. R. HERRICK.

Blush, happy maiden, when you feel The lips which press love's glowing seal; But as the slow years darklier roll, Grown wiser, the experienced soul Will own as dearer far than they The lips which kiss the tears away. Kisses. E. AKERS.

Teach not thy lips such scorn: for they were made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt, Richard III., Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

My lips till then had only known The kiss of mother and of sister, But somehow, full upon her own Sweet, rosy, darling mouth,—I kissed her. The Door-Step. E.C. STEDMAN.

As in the soft and sweet eclipse. When soul meets soul on lover's lips. Prometheus Unbound, Act iv. P.B. SHELLEY.

O Love! O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. Fatima. A. TENNYSON.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love. Don Juan, Canto II. LORD BYRON.

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!— Faustus. C. MARLOWE.

I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse The tyrant's wish, "that mankind only had One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce;" My wish is quite as wide, but not so bad, And much more tender on the whole than fierce; It being (not now, but only while a lad) That womankind had but one rosy mouth, To kiss them all at once, from North to South. Don Juan, Canto VI. LORD BYRON.

Or ere I could Give him that parting kiss, which I had set Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father And like the tyrannous breathing of the north Shakes all our buds from growing. Cymbeline, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Eyes, look your last: Arms, take your last embrace; and lips, O! you, The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

KNOWLEDGE.

Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. The Task, Bk. VI. W. COWPER.

All things I thought I knew; but now confess The more I know I know, I know the less. Works, Bk. VI. J. OWEN.

In vain sedate reflections we would make When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take. Moral Essays, Epistle I. A. POPE.

LABOR.

No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him. A Glance Behind the Curtain. J.R. LOWELL.

If little labor, little are our gaines: Man's fortunes are according to his paines. Hesperides: No Paines, No Gaines. R. HERRICK.

Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down

* * * * *

To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood?

* * * * *

Sabbathless Satan! Work. C. LAMB.

It was not by vile loitering in ease That Greece obtained the brighter palm of art, That soft yet ardent Athens learnt to please, To keen the wit, and to sublime the heart, In all supreme! complete in every part! It was not thence majestic Rome arose, And o'er the nations shook her conquering dart: For sluggard's brow the laurel never grows; Renown is not the child of indolent repose. * * * * * Toil, and be glad! let Industry inspire Into your quickened limbs her buoyant breath! Who does not act is dead; absorpt entire In miry sloth, no pride, no joy he hath: O leaden-hearted men to be in love with death! The Castle of Indolence, Canto II. J. THOMSON.

My nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. Sonnet CXI. SHAKESPEARE.

Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. Antony and Cleopatra, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

How many a rustic Milton has passed by, Stifling the speechless longings of his heart, In unremitting drudgery and care! How many a vulgar Cato has compelled His energies, no longer tameless then, To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail! Queen Mab, Pt. V. P.B. SHELLEY.

If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. King Henry, Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

MACDUFF. I know this is a joyful trouble to you, But yet, 'tis one.

MACBETH. The labor we delight in physics pain. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Cheered with the view, man went to till the ground From, whence he rose; sentenced indeed to toil, As to a punishment, yet (even in wrath, So merciful is heaven) this toil became The solace of his woes, the sweet employ Of many a livelong hour, and surest guard Against disease and death. Death. B. PORTEUS.

Like a lackey, from the rise to set, Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all night Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse, And follows so the ever-running year With profitable labor to his grave. And, but for ceremony, such a wretch, Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep, Hath the forehand and vantage of a king. King Henry V., Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

When Adam dolve, and Eve span, Who was then the gentleman? [A] J. BALL.

[Footnote A: Lines used by John Ball, to encourage the rebels in Wat Tyler's rebellion. Hume's History of England, Vol. i.]

Joy to the Toiler!—him that tills The fields with Plenty crowned; Him with the woodman's axe that thrills The wilderness profound. Songs of the Toiler. B. HATHAWAY.

LAW.

In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law: but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature; and we ourselves compelled, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence. Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Press not a falling man too far! 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him. Henry VIII., Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two horses, which doth bear him best. Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. King Henry VI., Pt. I. Act ii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Mastering the lawless science of our law, That codeless myriad of precedent, That wilderness of single instances. Aylmer's Field. A. TENNYSON.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine. Rape of the Lock, Canto III. A. POPE.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

So wise, so grave, of so perplexed a tongue And loud withal, that could not wag, nor scarce Lie still, without a fee. Valpone. B. JONSON.

While lawyers have more sober sense Than t' argue at their own expense, But make their best advantages Of others' quarrels, like the Swiss. Hudibras. BUTLER.

All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape, or triumph o'er the law. Epilogue to Satire, Dialogue I. A. POPE.

Once (says an Author; where, I need not say) Two Trav'lers found an Oyster in their way: Both fierce, both hungry; the dispute grew strong, While Scale in hand Dame Justice passed along. Before her each with clamor pleads the Laws. Explained the matter, and would win the cause, Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful Right, Takes, opens, swallows it, before their sight. The cause of strife removed so rarely well, "There take" (says Justice), "take ye each a shell. We thrive at Westminster on Fools like you: 'Twas a fat oyster—live in peace—Adieu." Verbatim from Boileau. A. POPE. We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch and not their terror. Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law. McFingal, Canto III. J. TRUMBULL.

Who to himself is law, no law doth need, Offends no law, and is a king indeed. Bussy D'Ambois, Act ii. Sc 1. G. CHAPMAN.

LEARNING.

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again. Essay on Criticism, Pt. II. A. POPE.

When night hath set her silver lamp on high, Then is the time for study. Festus, Sc. A Village Feast. P.J. BAILEY.

BIRON.—What is the end of Study? let me know. KING.—Why, that to know, which else we should not know. BIRON.—Things hid and barred, you mean, from common sense? KING.—Ay, that is study's godlike recompense. Love's Labor's Lost, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. Taming of the Shrew, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. Love of Fame, Satire I. DR. E. YOUNG.

With just enough of learning to misquote. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. LORD BYRON.

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil? Fables: The Shepherd and the Philosopher. J. GAY.

And thou art worthy; full of power; As gentle; liberal-minded, great, Consistent; wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower. In Memoriam: Conclusion. A. TENNYSON.

Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. Love's Labor's Lost, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise. The Wife of Bath: Her Prologue. A. POPE.

Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books. The Task, Bk. VI. Winter Walk at Noon. W. COWPER.

Learning by study must be won; 'Twas ne'er entailed from son to son. The Pack Horse and Carrier. J. GAY.

Much learning shows how little mortals know; Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy. Night Thoughts, Night VI. DR. E. YOUNG.

Were man to live coeval with the sun. The patriarch-pupil would be learning still. Night Thoughts, Night VII. DR. E. YOUNG.

LETTERS.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,— One touch of fire,—and all the rest is mystery! The Seaside and the Fireside: Dedication. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Every day brings a ship, Every ship brings a word: Well for those who have no fear, Looking seaward well assured That the word the vessel brings Is the word they wish to hear. Letters. R.W. EMERSON.

And oft the pangs of absence to remove By letters, soft interpreters of love. Henry and Emma. M. PRIOR.

Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

I will touch My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly; And so wilt thou. Thus from these lips of mine My message will go kissingly to thine. With more than Fancy's load of luxury, And prove a true love-letter. Sonnet (With a Letter). J.G. SAXE.

Jove and my stars be praised! Here is yet a postscript. Twelfth Night, Act ii. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

Go, little letter, apace, apace, Fly; Fly to the light in the valley below— Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye. The Letter. A. TENNYSON.

LIFE.

Let observation, with extensive view, Survey mankind from China to Peru; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life. The Vanity of Human Wishes. DR. S. JOHNSON.

It matters not how long we live, but how. Festus, Sc. Wood and Water. P.J. BAILEY.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well; how long or short permit to heaven. Paradise Lost, Bk, XI. MILTON.

All is concentred in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being. Childe Harold, Canto III. LORD BYRON.

Life for delays and doubts no time does give, None ever yet made haste enough to live. Martial, Liber II. A. COWLEY.

Learn to live well, that thou may'st die so too; To live and die is all we have to do. Of Prudence. SIR J. DENHAM.

"Live, while you live," the epicure would say, "And seize the pleasures of the present day;" "Live while you live," the sacred preacher cries, "And give to God each moment as it flies." "Lord, in my views let both united be; I live in pleasure, when I live to Thee." "Dum vivimus vivamus." (Motto of his Family Arms.) P. DODDRIDGE.

A man's ingress into the world is naked and bare, His progress through the world is trouble and care; And lastly, his egress out of the world, is nobody knows where. If we do well here, we shall do well there; I can tell you no more if I preach a whole year. Eccentricities, Vol. I. J. EDWIN.

A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. Grongar Hill. J. DYER.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap Paradise Lost, Bk. XI. MILTON.

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name. Old Mortality: Chapter Head. SIR W. SCOTT.

Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan. Essay on Man, Epistle I. A. POPE.

The world's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and nature do with actors fill. Apology for Actors. T. HEYWOOD.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life is but a walking shadow; a poor player. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 5 SHAKESPEARE.

The web of our life is of a mingled Yarn, good and ill together. All's Well that Ends Well, Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

And what's a life?—a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age. What is Life? P. QUARLES.

An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labor, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven! The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale. Essay on Man, Epistle II. A. POPE.

I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. Julius Cæsar, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

"Life is not lost," said she, "for which is bought Endlesse renowne." Faërie Queene, Bk. III. Canto XI. E. SPENSER.

Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star In God's eternal day. Autumnal Vespers. B. TAYLOR.

There taught us how to live; and (oh, too high The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die. On the Death of Addison. T. TICKELL.

Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone. Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. DR. I. WATTS.

LOSS.

For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. Much Ado about Nothing, Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

But over all things brooding slept The quiet sense of something lost. In Memoriam, LXXVIII. A. TENNYSON.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. All's Well that Ends Well, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Though lost to sight, to memory dear Thou ever wilt remain; One only hope my heart can cheer, The hope to meet again. Song: Though Lost to Sight. G. LINLEY.

You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live. Merchant of Venice, Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, As sages in all times assert; The happy man's without a shirt. Be Merry, Friends. J. HEYWOOD.

For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost. We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right. The Retired Cat. W. COWPER.

Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss. But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act v. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

LOVE.

What thing is love?—for (well I wot) love is a thing It is a prick, it is a sting, It is a pretty, pretty thing; It is a fire, it is a coal, Whose flame creeps in at every hole! The Hunting of Cupid. G. PEELE.

O, love, love, love! Love is like a dizziness; It winna let a poor body Gang about his biziness! Love is Like a Dizziness. J. HOGG.

With a smile that glowed Celestial rosy red; love's proper hue. Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII. MILTON.

Love, like death, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the sceptre. Lady of Lyons. E. BULWER-LYTTON.

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.

There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie. With heart never changing, and brow never cold. Love on through all ills, and love on till they die! One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss; And O, if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. Lalla Rookh: Light of the Harem. T. MOORE.

Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to counsel It runs a headlong course to desperate madness. The Lover's Melancholy, Act iii. Sc. 3. J. FORD.

Ask not of me. Love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is. Festus, Sc. Party and Entertainment. P.J. BAILEY.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. Prometheus Unbound, Act ii. Sc. 5. P.B. SHELLEY.

Love is a celestial harmony Of likely hearts. Hymn in Honor of Beauty. E. SPENSER.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. Antony and Cleopatra, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought, Love gives itself, but is not bought. Endymion. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

It is not virtue, wisdom, valor, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit That woman's love can win, or long inherit. But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit. Samson Agonistes. MILTON.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Twelfth Night, Act ii. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. Rape of the Lock, Canto V. A. POPE.

Why did she love him? Curious fool!—be still— Is human love the growth of human will? Lara, Canto II. LORD BYRON.

I know not why I love this youth; and I have heard you say, Love's reason's without reason. Cymbeline, Act iv. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Love goes toward love as school-boys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Divine is Love and scorneth worldly pelf, And can be bought with nothing but with self. Love the Only Price of Love. SIR W. RALEIGH.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. Merry Wives of Windsor, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind, All unseen can passage find; That the lover, sick to death. Wish himself the heaven's breath. Love's Labor's Lost, Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire. Venus and Adonis. SHAKESPEARE.

In all amours a lover burns. With frowns, as well as smiles, by turns; And hearts have been as oft with sullen, As charming looks, surprised and stolen. Hudibras, Pt. III. Canto I. S. BUTLER.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!

* * * * *

Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee! Rosamond, Act iii. Sc. 2. J. ADDISON.

If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see The heart, which others bleed-for, bleed for me. Way of the World, Act iii Sc. 3. W. CONGREVE.

Give, you gods, Give to your boy, your Cæsar, The rattle of a globe to play withal, This gewgaw world, and put him cheaply off; I'll not be pleased with less than Cleopatra. All for Love, Act ii. Sc. 1. J. DRYDEN.

Much ado there was, God wot; He woold love, and she woold not, She sayd, "Never man was trewe;" He sayes, "None was false to you." Phillida and Corydon. N. BRETON.

Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Love, then, hath every bliss in store; 'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more. Each other every wish they give; Not to know love is not to live. Plutus, Cupid, and Time. J. GAY.

LOVE'S ARTS.

Sweet to entrance The raptured soul by intermingling glance. Psyche. MRS. M. TIGHE.

Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. Marriage à la Mode, Act ii. Sc. 1. J. DRYDEN.

Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity's the straightest. Knight of Malta, Act i. Sc. 1. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

So mourned the dame of Ephesus her love; And thus the soldier, armed with resolution, Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer. Shakespeare's King Richard III. (Altered), Act ii. Sc. 1. C. CIBBER.

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. Don Juan, Canto XV. LORD BYRON.

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully; Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world. Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Read it, sweet maid, though it be done but slightly: Who can show all his love doth love but lightly. Sonnet. S. DANIEL.

Love first invented verse, and formed the rhyme, The motion measured, harmonized the chime. Cymon and Iphigenia. J. DRYDEN.

And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. A Poet's Epitaph. W. WORDSWORTH.

None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair. Epigram. GEORGE, LORD LYTTELTON.

LOVE'S BLINDNESS.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Midsummer Night's Dream, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

None ever loved but at first sight they loved. Blind Beggar of Alexandria. G. CHAPMAN.

We only love where fate ordains we should, And, blindly fond, oft slight superior merit. Fall of Saguntum. PH. FROWDE.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. Merchant of Venice, Act ii. Sc. 6. SHAKESPEARE.

LOVE'S DANGERS.

And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon. Ill Omens. T. MOORE.

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"—consented. Don Juan, Canto I. LORD BYRON.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. Beggar's Opera, Act ii. Sc. 2. J. GAY.

There lives within the very flame of love A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it. Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.

My only books Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me. The time I've lost in wooing. T. MOORE.

Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love that run away. Conquest by Flight. T. CAREW.

LOVE'S CAUTIONS.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me; Too many eyes are gazing Upon the costly tree; But there's a rose in yonder glen That shuns the gaze of other men, For me its blossom raising,— O, that's the rose for me. The rose that all are praising. T.H. BAYLY.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking, Indeed is too mellow for me. The Answer. LADY MARY W. MONTAGU.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is—Lord forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust. Lamia. J. KEATS.

The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name. The Giaour. LORD BYRON.

Love in your hearts as idly burns As fire in antique Roman urns. Hudibras, Pt. II. Canto I. S. BUTLER.

LOVE'S DELIGHT.

All the heart was full of feeling: love had ripened into speech, Like the sap that turns to nectar, in the velvet of the peach. Adonais. W.W. HARNEY.

O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. Progress of Poesy, L 3. T. GRAY.

Still amorous, and fond, and billing. Like Philip and Mary on a shilling. Hudibras, Pt. III. Canto I. S. BUTLER.

Then awake!—the heavens look bright, my dear! 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear! And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! Young May Moon. T. MOORE.

Lovers' hours are long, though seeming short. Venus and Adonis. SHAKESPEARE.

And, touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew. Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII. MILTON.

Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Imparadised in one another's arms. Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.

I give thee all—I can no more. Though poor the offering be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee. My Heart and Lute. T. MOORE.

I've lived and loved. Wallenstein, Pt. I. Act ii. Sc. 6. S.T. COLERIDGE.

LOVE'S PAINS.

A mighty pain to love it is, And 't is a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain. Gold. A. COWLEY.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love; The taint of earth, the odor of the skies Is in it. Festus, Sc. Alcove, and Garden. P.J. BAILEY.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe. On Sensibility. R. BURNS.

Love is like a landscape which doth stand Smooth at a distance, rough at hand. On Love. R. HEGGE.

Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace, That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him. Alexander the Great, Act i. Sc. 3. N. LEE.

To love you was pleasant enough, And O, 't is delicious to hate you! To —— T. MOORE.

LOVE'S UNITY.

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one. Ingomar the Barbarian, Act ii. VON M. BELLINGHAUSEN. LOVELL'S Trans.

Our two souls, therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixt foot, makes no show To move, but doth if the other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like the other foot, obliquely run. Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun. A Valediction forbidding Mourning. DR. J. DONNE.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. To —— W. WORDSWORTH.

With thee, all toils are sweet; each clime hath charms; Earth—sea alike—our world within our arms. The Bride of Abydos. LORD BYRON.

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. Measure for Measure, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. He was a lover of the good old school, Who still become more constant as they cool. Beppo, Canto XXXIV, LORD BYRON.

Drink ye to her that each loves best, And if you nurse a flame That's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name. Drink ye to her. T. CAMPBELL.

FERDINAND.—Here's my hand. MIRANDA.—And mine, with my heart in it. Tempest, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

MAN.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!

* * * * *

A beam ethereal, sullied, and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonored, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory! a frail child of dust! Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm! a god!

* * * * *

What can preserve my life? or what destroy? An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there. Night Thoughts, Night I. DR. E. YOUNG.

Nature they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating as by rote. Commemoration Ode. J.R. LOWELL.

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky. The Invitation. MRS. A.L. BARBAULD.

'Tis God gives skill, But not without men's hands: He could not make Antonio Stradivari's violins Without Antonio. Stradivarius. GEORGE ELIOT.

Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise; Such men as live in these degenerate days. Iliad, Bk. V. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

Be wise with speed: A fool at forty is a fool indeed. Love of Fame, Satire II. DR. E. YOUNG.

What tho' short thy date? Virtue, not rolling suns, the mind matures. That life is long which answers life's great end. The time that bears no fruit deserves no name. The man of wisdom is the man of years. In hoary youth Methusalems may die; O, how misdated on their flatt'ring tombs! Night Thoughts, Night V. DR. E. YOUNG.

Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. Childe Harold, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground: Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise. Iliad, Bk. VI. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. * * * * * Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world! Essay on Man, Epistle II. A. POPE.

MANNERS.

Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions. Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII. MILTON.