Saturday, May 16, 2009

Quotations on Criticism

For those that run away and fly,
Take place at least o' th' enemy.

a. Butlek—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto III.

L. 609.

To see what is right and not to do it is want of courage.

b. Confucius—Analects. Bk. II.


Grac'd with a sword, and worthier of a fan. e. Cowpeb— Task. Bk. I. L. 771.

That all men would be cowards if they dare, Some men we know have courage to declare.

d. Ckabbb—Tale I. The Dumb Orators.

L. 11.

The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.

e. CtLABBK—Tale III. The Gentleman

Farmer. L. 84.

That same man, that rennith awaie,
Maie again fight, an other daie.
/. Erasmus—Apophthegmes. Bk. II.

Dtmowthenes. Trans, by Udall.

Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
g. Gay—Fables. Pt. I. Fable 1.

He who fights and runs away
May live to fight another day.
But he who is in battle slain,
Can never rise to fight again.
A. Goldsmith—The Art of Poetry on a

New Plan. Vol. II. P. 147.

When desp'rate ills demand a speedy cure,

Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.

«. Sam'l Johnson—Irene. Act IV.

8c. 1.


That kills himself toavoid misery, fears it,
And, at the best, shows but a bastard valour.
This life's a fort committed to my trust,
Which I must not yield up, till it be forced:
Nor will I. He's not valiant that dares die,
But he that boldly bears calamity.
j. Masbingeb—if aid of Honour. Act IV.


Men lie, who lack courage to tell truth—the cowards! t. Joaquin Miller—/no. Sc. 3.

He that fights and runs away
May tarn and fight another day;
But he that is in battle slain
Will never rise to fight again.

I. 'S.Li—Hittory of the Rebellion. Bristol,


Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land 1 m. Scott—Marmion. Canto IV. St. 30.

When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. n. De. Sewell—The Suicide.

A coward, a most devout coward, religious in it. o. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4.

L. 427.

By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!—I afear'd of him 1—A very weak monster!—The man i' the moonl—A most poor, credulous monster!—Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!

p. Tempest. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 144.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should


Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
g. Julius Csesar. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 33.

Dostthou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf s skin on those recreant

limbs. r. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 127.

How many cowards, whose hearts are all as


As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, Who, inward search' d, have livers white as

milk. s. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2,

L. 83.

I hold it cowardice

To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love. t. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 2.

L. C.

I may speak it to my shame, I have a truant been to chivalry. u. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. I.

L. 93.

It was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier. v. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3.

L. 59.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. w. Henry V. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 13.



Milk-liver'd man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for


Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honor from thy suffering. «. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 50.

Plague on't; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, Fid have seen him damned ere I'Id have challenged him.

6. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4.

L. 311.

So bees with smoke and doves with noisome


Are from their hives and houses driven away. They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs; Now, like whelps, we crying run away.

c. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 5.

L. 23.

So cowards fight when they can fly no


As doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.

d. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act I. Sc. 4.

L. 39.

That which in mean men we entitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

e. Richard II. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 33.

Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward !
Thou little valiant, great in villany 1
Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou Fortune's champion, that dost never


But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety! /. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 116.

What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight 1

g. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4.

L. 286.

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this, for it will come to pass That every braggart shall be found an ass. k. Alts Well That Ends Well. Act IV.

Sc. 3. L. 369.

Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting ' I dare not' wait upon, ' I would'; Like the poor cat i' the adage?

». Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 41.

You are the hare of whom the proverb goes,

Whose valor plucks dead lions by the beard.

j. King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 137.

You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have yon


From slaves that apes would beat!
k. Cariolanus. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 35.

My valor is certainly going!—it is sneaking off!—I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palms of my hands.

I. Shebidah— The Rivals. Act V. Sc. 3.

Ah, Foole ! faint heart faire lady n'ere could

win. m. Spf.nskb—Britain's Ida. Canto V.

St. I.

The man that lays his hand on woman.
Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch
Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.
71. Tobin—The Honeymoon. Act II.

Sc. 1.


Had I been present at the creation, I would have given some useful hints for the better ordering of the universe.

o. Alphonso The Wise.

Creation is great, and cannot be understood. p. Caelyle—Essays. Characteristics.

Silently as a dream the fabric rose; No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,

This universal frame began : From harmony, to harmony

Through all the compass of the notes it ran,

The diapason closing full in man.

r. Dryden—A Song fqr St. Cecilia's Day.

L. 11.

Then tower'd the palace, then in awful state
The temple rcar'd its everlasting gate.
No workman steel, no ponderous axes rung.
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric

s. Bishop—Palestine. L. 197.

Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever


The source of evil, one, and one of good. t. Homeb— The Iliad. Bk. 24. L. 663.

Pope's trang.

Nature they say, doth dote.
And cannot make a man
Save on some worn-out plan,
Repeating us by rote.
u. Lowell—Ode at the Harvard

Commemoration, July «, 1S6S. VI.

Open, ye heavens, your living doors; let in
The great Creator from his work return'd
Magnificent, his six days' work, a world!
v. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VII.

L. 566




Though to recount almighty works What words of tongue or seraph can suffice, Or heart of man suffice to comprehend ? a. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VII.

L. 112.

What cause

Moved the Creator in his holy rest
Through all eternity so late to build
In chaos, and, the work begun, how soon
6. Mii/TOM—Paradise Lost. Bk. VII.

L. 90.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

c. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 267.

No man saw the building of the New Jerusalem, the workmen crowded together, the unfinished walls and unpaved streets; no man heard the clink of trowel and pickaze; it descended out of heaven from God.

d. Skeley—Ecce Homo. Ch. XXIV.

Through knowledge we behold the world's


How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature's cunning operation, How things she formed of a formeless mass.

e. Spenber—Tears of the Muses. Urania.

L. 499.

One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event,
To which the whole creation moves.
/. Tknnyson—In Memoriam. Conclusion.

Last Stanza.

The chain that's fixed to the throne of Jove,
On which the fabric of our world depends,
One link dissolved, the whole creation ends.
g. Edmdmd Waller—Of the Danger His
Majesty Escaped. L. 68.


Private credit is wealth; public honor is security; the feather that adorns the royal bird supports its flight; strip him of his plumage, and you fix him to the earth.

A. Junius—Affair of the Falkland Islands. Vol. I. Letter XLII.

Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly. i. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. 3. L. 39.

He smote the rock of the national resources, and abundant streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the dead corpse of Public Credit, and it sprung upon its feet.

j. Daniel Webstek—Speech on Hamilton, March 10, 1831. Vol. I. P. 200.


Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Xor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime. k. Bybon—Childe Harold. Canto I. St. 3.

But many a crime deemed innocent on earth Is registered in Heaven; and these no doubt Have each their record, with a curse annex'd. I. Cowpeb— The Task. Bk. VI. L. 439.

Crime is not punished as an offense against God, but as prejudicial to society. m. Fbocde—Short Studies on Great Subject!. Reciprocal Duties of State and Subjects.

Every crime destroys more Edens than our own. n. Nath. Hawthobne— Marble Faun.

Vol. I. Ch. XXIII.

'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;
But the sweet thefts to reveal ;
To be taken, to be seen,
These have crimes accounted been.
o. Ben Jonson—Volpone. Act III. Sc. 6.

A man who has no excuse for crime, is indeed defenceless!

p. Bulwer-lyttox—The Lady of Lyons. Act IV. Sc. 1.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
q. Julius Csesar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 63.

Beyond the infinite and boundless reach
Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,
Art thou damn'd, Hubert,
r. King John. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 117.

Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to

men's eyes.
s. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 257.

If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we streteh

our eye When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and

digested, Appear before us ?

t. Henry V. Act H. Sc. 2. L. 54.

0, would the deed were good ! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed is chronicled in hell. u. Richard II. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 116.

There shall be done A deed of dreadful note. v. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 43. 124



The time has been That, when the brains were out, the man would


And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.

a. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 77.

Tremble, thou wretch, That has within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice.

b. King Lear. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 51.

Unnatural deeds

Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

c. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 79.


When I read rules of criticism, I immediately inquire after the works of the author who has written them, and by that means discover what it is he likes in a composition.

d. Addison—Guardian. No. 115.

He was in Logic, a great critic,

Profoundly skill'd in Analytic;

He could distinguish, and divide

A hair 'twixt south and south-west side.

e. Butleb—Hudlbrai. Pt. I. Canto I.

L. 65.

A man must serve his time to every trade
Save censure—critics all are ready made.
Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by role,
With just enough of learning to misquote;
A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault;
A turn for punning, call it Attic salt;
To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet,
His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet;
Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit;
Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for


Care not for feeling—pass your proper jest,
And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
/. Byron—English Bards and Scotch

Reviewers. L. 63.

As soon

Seek roses in December—ice in June,
Hope, constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;
Believe a woman or an epitaph,
Or any other thing that's false, before
You trust in critics.
g. Bybon—English Bards and Scotch

Reviewers. L. 75.

A servile race

Who, in mere want of fault, all merit place; Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools, Bigots to Greece, and slaves to musty rules. h. Churchill— The Rnrciad. L. 183.

But spite of all the criticizing elves,

Those who would make us feel—must feel

themselves. i. Churchill— The Rosciad. L. 961.

Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, They damn those authors whom they never

read. j. Churchill—The Candidate. L. 57.

Who shall dispute what the Reviewers say ? Their word's sufficient; and to ask a reason. In such a state as theirs, is downright treason. k. Churchill—Apolagy. L. 94.

Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets, historians, biographers, etc., if they could: they have tried their talents at one or the other, and have failed ; therefore they turn critics.

1. Coleridge—Lectures on Shakespeare and Milton. P. 36.

Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part, Nature in him was almost lost in art. m. Collins—Epistle to Sir Thomas Hanmer on his Edition of Shakspere.

There are some Critics so with Spleen diseased. They scarcely come inclining to be pleased : And sure he must have more than mortal


Who pleases one against his Will,
n. Conqrzve—-The Way of the World.


The press, the pulpit, and the stage. Conspire to censure and expose our age. o. Wentworth Dillon—Essay on

Translated Verse. L. 7.

It is much easier to be critical than to be correct. p. Benj. Disraeli—Speech in the House

of Commons. Jan'y 24, 1860.

You know who critics are ?—the men who have failed in literature and art. q. Benj. Disraeli—Lothair. Cb. XXXV.

The most noble criticism is that in which the critic is not the antagonist so much as the rival of the author.

r. Isaac Disraeli—Curiosities of

Literature. Literary Journals.

Those who do not read criticism will rarely merit to be criticised.

s. Isaac Disraeli—Literary Character of Men of Genius. Ch. VI.

Blame where yon must, be candid where you


And be each critic the Good-natured Man. t. Goldsmith— The Qood-Nalured Man.

Epilogue. CRITICISM.



Reviewers arc forever telling authors they can't understand them. The author might often reply : Is that my fault?

a. J. C. and A. W. Hare—Guesses at


The readers and the hearers like my books,
But yet some writers cannot them digest;
But what care I? for when I make a feast,
I would my guests should praise it, not the

6. Sib John Harrington—Against

Writers that Carp at other
Men's Books.

'Tia not the wholesome sharp morality,

Or modest anger of a satiric spirit,

That hurts or wounds the body of a state,

But the sinister application

Of the malicious, ignorant, and base

Interpreter; who will distort and strain

The general scope and purpose of an author

To his particular and private spleen.

c. BraJoNsos—Poetaster. ActV. Sc. 1.

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.

d. Longfellow—Kavanagh. Ch. XIH.

A wise scepticism is the first attribute of a good critic.

e. Lowell—Among My Books.

Shakespeare Once More.

Nature fits all her children with something to

do, He who would write and can't write, can

surely review; Can setup a small booth as critic and sell us


Petty conceit and his pettier jealousies. /. Lowell—A Fable for Critlct.

In truth it may be laid down as an almost universal rule that good poets are bad critics. g. Macaclay—Criticisms on the Principal Italian Writers. Dante.

The opinion of the great body of the reading public is very materially influenced even by the unsupported assertions of those who assume a right to criticise.

A. Macaulay—Mr. Robert Montgomery's


To check young Genius' proud career,
The slaves who now his throne invaded,

Made Criticism his prime Vizier,
And from that hour his glories faded,
t. Moore— Genius and Criticism. St. 4.

Ah, ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast,
Nor in the Critic let the Man be lost.
j. Pope— Essay on Criticism. L. 522.

Pt. H.

And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have

made. k. PopK—Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 125.

A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit With the same spirit that its author writ: . Survey the Whole, nor seek slight faults to

find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the

/. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.

L. 235.

Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. m. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.

L. 336.

But you with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critic on the last, n. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. III.

L. 571.

I lose my patience, and I own it too.
When works are censur'd, not as bad but new ;
While if our Elders break all reason's laws.
These fools demand not pardon but Applause,
o. Pope—Second Book of Horace. Ep. I.

L. 115.

In every work regard the writer's End,
Since none can compass more than they


And if the means be just, the conduct true,

Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.

p. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.

L. 255.

Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss. q. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. I. L. 6.

The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire. r. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. I.

L. 100.

The line too labours, and the words move slow.

s. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.

L. 171. For I am nothing, if not critical.

t. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 120.

For 'tis a physic That's bitter to sweet end. u. Measure for Measure. Act IV. Sc. 6.

L. 7.

In such a time as this it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. t). Juliut Csfsar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 7.

Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world—though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst—the cant of criticism is the most tormenting.

Hi. Laurence Sterne—lAfe and Opinions of Tristram Shandy. (Orig. ed.) Vol. III. Ch. XII.

Quotations on Courage

O England! model to thy inward greatness,

Like little body with a mighty heart,

What might'st thou do, that honour would

thee do.

Were all thy children kind and natural!
But see thy fault!
a. Henry V. Act II. Chorus. L. 16.

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war;
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea.
6. Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 40.

There is no land like England,

Whate'er the light of day be;
There are no hearts like English hearts,

Such hearts of oak as they be ;
There is no land like England,

Whate'er the light of day be: There are no men like Englishmen,

So tall and bold as they be!

And these will strike for England,

And man and maid be free

To foil and spoil the tyrant

Beneath the greenwood tree.

c. Tennyson—The Foresters. Song.

Rule, Britannia, rule the waves;
Britons never will be slaves.

d. Thomson—Songs from " Alfred."

Rule Britannia.

A power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England.

e. Daniel Webster—Speech. The

Presidential Protest. May 7, 1834.
Vol. IV. P. 110.

Set in this stormy Northern sea,
Queen of these restless fields of tide,

England I what shall men say of thee,
Before whose feet the worlds divide?
/. Oscab Wilde—Ave Imperatrix.


Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more; though fallen,

great 1 g. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto II.

St. 73.

Such is the aspect of this shore;
'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
A. Byrok—The Giaour. L. 90.

The mountains look on Marathon—

And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dreamed that Greece might still be free.
i. Byron.—Don Juan. Canto III.

St. 86.

Arm of Erin, prove strong, but be gentle as


And, uplifted to strike, still be ready to save;
Nor one feeling of vengeance presume to defile
The cause or the men of the Emerald Isle.
j. Dr. William Drennan—Erin.


Italy, my Italy!

Queen Mary's saying serves for me—
(When fortune's malice
Lost her Calais)—
Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, "Italy."
k. Robert Bhowninu—Men, and Women.

" De Gustlbut." 2. Italia! 0 Italia! thou who hast

The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past. On thy sweet brow is sorrow plongh'd by


And annals graved in characters of flame. 1. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 42.

Give me but one hour of Scotland,
Let me see it ere I die.
m. Wm. E. Aytoun—Lays of the Scottish
Cavaliers—Charles Edward at
Versailles. L. 111.

Hear, Land o' Cakes and brither Scots
Frae Maiden Kirk to Johnny Groat's.
n. Burns—On Capt. Grose's Peregrinations
Thro' Scotland.

0 Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent ;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet

o. Burns—Cotter's Saturday Night.

St. 20.

The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride; True is the charge, nor by themselves denied. Are they not then in strictest reason clear, Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here? p. Chvrchill—Prophecy of Famine.

L. 195.

0 Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child !
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial hand.
That knits me to thy rugged strand !
q. Scott—I*ny of the Last Minstrel.




Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain! Though not for thee with classic shores to vie 1 u charms that fix th' enthusiast's pensive eye ; Yet hast thou scenes of beauty richly fraught With all that wakes the glow of lofty thought. a. Mrs. Hemans—Abencerrage. Canto II.


God Almighty first planted a Garden.
6. Bacon—Essays. Of Qardem.

Nor rural sights alone, hut rural sounds
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.

c. Cowper— The Task. Bk. I. L. 181.

They love the country, and none else, who


For their own sake its silence and its shade. Delights which who would leave, that has a


Susceptible of pity, or a mind
Cultured and capable of sober thought.

d. Cowpeb— The Teak. Bk. III. L. 320.

I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet
I love the silence; I embrace the wit
A courtship, flowing here in full tide.
But loathe the expense, the vanity and pride.
No place each way is happy.
«. William Habihotoh—To my Noblest
Friend, I. C. Esquire.

Far from the gay cities, and the ways of men. /. Homes— Odyssey- Bk. XIV. L. 410.

Pope's trans.

To one who has been long in city pent,
'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
g. Keats—Sonnet XIV. L. 1.

And as I read

I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note
Of lurk and linnet, and from every page
Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead.
k. Longfellow—Chaucer.

Somewhat back from the village street
Stands the old-fashion'd country scat.
Across its antique portico
Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw ;
And from its station in the hall
An ancient time-piece says to all,—
" Forever ! never !
Never—forever! "
i. Longfellow—The Old Clock on the

Stairs. St. 1.

Mine be a cot beside the hill;

A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that tarns a mill,

With many a fall, shall linger near.

j. Sam'l Rogers—A Wish.

Now the summer's in prime

Wi' the flowers richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme

A' the moorlands perfuming. To own dear native scenes

Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns

'Maug the braes o' Balquhither.

k. Robert Tannahill—The Braes o'



There ought to be a system of manners in every nation which a well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.

1. Burke—Reflections on the Revolution

in France. Vol. III. P. 100.

My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is


Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet

m. Burns—Cotter's Saturday Night.

St. 20.

I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through

The growing waters; it unman's one quite,
Especially when life is rather new.
n. Byron—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 12.

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see

What Heaven hath done for this delicious

land! o. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto I.

St. 15.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea

We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee,

My native land—Good Night!

p. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto I.

St. 13.

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and

chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight


To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. q. Cam Pbell— The Exile of Erin.

0 beautiful and grand,
My own, my Native Land !

Of thee I boast:
Great Empire of the West,
The dearest and the best,
Made up of all the rest,

I love thee most. r. Abraham Coles—My Native Land. 118 COUNTRY, LOVE OP.


England, with all thy faults, I love thee still— My Country ! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be

found, Shall be constrained to love thee.

0. Cowpkh— The Task. Bk. II. L. 206.

Without one friend, above all foes,
Britannia gives the world repose,
fc. Cowpee—To Sir Joshua Reynolds.

And nobler is a limited command,
Qijren by the love of all your native land,
Than a successive title, long and dark,
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.

c. Dryden—Ahsalom and Achitophd.

Pt. I. L. 299.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.

d. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 207.

They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why;

Would shake hands with a king upon his

throne, And think it kindness to his majesty.

e. Fitz-greene HALLECK—Connecticut.

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee,—are all with thee!
/. Longfellow—The Building of the Ship.

Sweet the memory is to me
Of a land beyond the sea,
Where the waves and mountains meet.
g. Longfellow—Ainalfi. St. 1.

Who dare to love their country, and be poor. h. Pope—On his Grotto at Tivickeiiluun.

Farewell, my dear country, so savage and

hoar! I shall range on thy heath-covered Sinnburgh

no more; For lo ! I am snatched to a far distant shore,

To wish for my country in vain. t. Ruskin—Shagram's Farewell to


Breathes there the man with soul so dead.
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land !
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand !
j. Scott—Lay of the Last Minstrel.

Canto VI. St. 1.

Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand !
k. Scott—Lay of the Last Minstrel.

Canto VI. St. 2.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MarGregor.

1. Scott—Rob Roy. Ch. XXXIV.


The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. m. Addison—Colo. Act V. Sc. 1.

The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. n. Blaie— The Grave. Pt. I. L. 58.

A man of courage is also full of faith.

0. Cicero—The Ttaculan Disputation!.

Bk. m. Ch. VIII. Yonge's trans.

None of the prophets old,
So lofty or so bold!

No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast;
In loneliness sublime
He dares confront the time,
And speak the truth, and give the world no


No kingly threat can cowardize his breath.
He with majestic step goes forth to meet his

p. Abraham Coles—John the Baptist.

"The Light of the World."
Pp. 107-108.

For be sure our hearts would lose
Future years of woe,

If our courage could refuse
The present hour with " No."
q. Eliza Cook—Journal. "No."

Vol. II. St. 2.

The charm of the best courages is that they are inventions, inspirations, flashes of genius. r. Emerson—Society arid Solitude.


Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend

To mean devices for a sordid end.

Courage—an independent spark from Heaven's bright throne,

By which the soul stands raised, triumphant, high, alone.

Great in itself, not praises of the crowd,

Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud.

Courage, the mighty attribute of powers above.

By which those great in war, are great in love.

The spring of all brave acts is seated here,

As falsehoods draw their sordid birth from fear.

1. Fahquhar—Love and a Bottle. Part

of dedication to the Lord Marquit of Carmarthen.

Courage is, on all hands, considered as an essential of high character. t. Froude—Representative Men.

Few persons have courage enough to appear as good as they really are. «. J. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at

Trttth. COURAGE.



Tender handed stroke a nettle.
And it stings yon for your pains;

Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains,
a. Aaron Hill—Versa Written on a


O friends, be men, and let your hearts be


And let no warrior in the heat of fight
Do what may bring him shame in others'

eyes; For more of those who shrink from shame are


Than fall in battle, while with those who flee Is neither glory nor reprieve from death. 6. Homek— Iliad. Bk. V. L. 663.

Bryant's trans.

"Be bo\Al" first gate; "Be bold, be bold, and evermore be bold," second gate; "Be not too bold!'' third gate.

c. Inscription on the Gates of Busyrane.

Write on your doors the saying wise and old, "Be bold! be bold!" and everywhere—"Be


Be not too bold! " Yet better the excess
Than the defect; better the more than leas ;
Better like Hector in the field to die,
Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly.

d. Longfellow—Morituri Salutamta.

L. 100.

What! shall one monk, scarce known beyond

his cell, Front Rome's far-reaching bolts, and scorn

her frown ? Brave Luther answered, "Yes" ; thatthunder's

swell Rocked Europe, and discharmed the triple

crown. «. Lowell—To W. L. Garrison. St. 5.

I argue not

Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
/. Milton—Sonnet. To Cyriack Skinner.

Stand fast »
And all temptation to transgress repel.
g. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII.

L. 640.

Cowards may fear to die; but courage stout,
Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.
h. Sib Waltkb Raleigh—The night before
he died. Bayley's Life of Raleigh.
P. 157.

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base, as soon as I.
t. Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto V.

St. 10.

And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns. j. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. 8c. 7.

L. 63.

By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion:
*. King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 80.

Come, let us take a muster speedily :
Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
/. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1.

L. 133.

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion. >».

m. Much Ado About Nothing. Act I.

Sc. 1. L. 13.

I dare do all that may become a man :
Who dares do more, is none.
n. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 47.

Muster your wits : stand in your own defence;
Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly


o. Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2.

L. 85.

O, the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare ! p. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3.

L. 198.

The smallest worm will turn being trodden

on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their

brood. q. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 2.

L. 17.

The thing of courage

As rous'd with rage with rage doth sympathise,

And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key. Retorts to chiding fortune. r. Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 3.

L. 51.

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears ? Have 1 not in my time heard lions roar ?

****** Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

****** And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? ». Taming of the Shrew. Act I. Sc. 2.

L. 200.

We fail!

But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail.

t. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 59.

Why, courage then I what cannot be avoided 'Twere childish weakness to lament or fear. v. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4.

L. 37. 120



You must not think

That we are made of stuff so fat and dull
That we can let our beard be shook with


And think it pastime.
a. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 29.

Hold the Fort! I am coming.
6. Gen. W. T. Sherman—Signalled to Gen.
Corse. Oct. 5, 1864.

Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.

c. Thomson—The Season*. Summer.

L. 1,516.


A moral, sensible, and well-bred man
Will not affront me, and no other can.

d. Cowper— Conversation. L. 193.

Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy. «. Emerson—Social Ainu.

How sweet and gracious, even in common


Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy!
Wholesome as air and genial as the light,
Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,
It transmutes aliens into trusting friends,
And gives its owner passport round the globe.
/. Jaues T. Fields—Courtesy.

Their accents firm and loud in conversation
Their eyes and gestures eager, sharp and

quick Showed them prepared on proper provocation

To give the lie, pull noses, stab and kick ! And for that very reason it is said They were so very courteous and well-bred. g. John Hookham Frere—Prospectus

and Specimen of an Intended National


When the king was horsed thore,
Launcelot lookys he upon,
How courtesy was in him more
Than ever was in any mon.
h. Moete Arthur—Ilarleian Library

(British Museum). MS. 2,252.

In thy discourse, if thou desire to please;
All such is courteous, useful, new, or wittie :
Usefulness comes by labour, wit by ease;
Courtesie grows in court; news in the citie.
». Herbert—The Church. Church Porch.

St. 49.

Shepherd, I take thy word,
And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy,
Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds
With smoky rafters, than in tap'stry halls,
And courts of princes.
j. Milton—Camus. L. 322.

Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds I k. Cymbeline. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 84.

I am the very pink of courtesy.

I. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 4.


The mirror of all courtesy.
To. Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 53.

The Retort Courteous.
n. As You Like It. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 76.

The thorny point

Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility. o. A> You Like It. Act IL Sc. 7. L.94.

That's too civil by half. p. Sheridan— Ttte Rivals. Act III. 8c. 4.

High erected thoughts seated in a heart of courtesy. q. Sir Philip Sidney—The Arcadia.

Bk. I. Par. II.


A mere court butterfly, That flutters in the pageant of a monarch. r. Byron—Sardanapalus. Act V. Sc. 1.

To shake with laughter ere the jest they hear,
To pour at will the counterfeited tear;
And, as their patron hints the cold or heat.
To shake in dog-days, in December sweat.
s, Sam'l Johnson—London. L. 140.

At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd


Each smooth as those that mutually deceive.

And for their falsehood each despising each.

t. Thomson—Liberty. Pt. V. L. 190.


Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. u. Marlowe—The Jew of Malta. Act I.

Sc. 2.

I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor I am the most offending soul alive. v. Henry V. Act IV. Sec. 3. L. 24.

When workmen strive to do better than well,

They do confound their skill in covetousness.

w. King John. Act IV. 8c. 2. L. 28.

Quotations on Contention

Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment


And honour sinks where commerce long prevails, a. Goldsmith—The Traveller. L. 91.

Happy the man, of mortals happiest he,
Whose quiet mind from vain desires is free ;
Whom neither hopes deceive, nor fears tor-

But lives at peace, within himself content;
In thought, or act, accountable to none
But to himself, and to the gods alone.
6. Geo. Gbanvillk (Lord Lansdowne)—
Epittle to Mrs. Higgom, 1600. L. "ft.

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content;
The quiet mind is richer than a crown ;
Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;
The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown :
Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep,

such bliss,
Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.

c. Robert Greene—Song. Farewell to


Let's live with that small pittance which we

have; Who covets more is evermore a slave.

d. Hebrick— The Covetous Still Captive.

Praise they that will times past, I joy to see My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee. «. Herrick—The Present Time Best


Let the world slide, let the world go;
A fig for care and a fig for woe!
If I can't pay, why I can owe,
And death makes equal the high and low.
/. John Hetwood— Be Merry Friends.

Little I ask; my wants are few;

I only wish a hut of stone,
(A eery plain brown stone will do),

That I may call my own;—
And close at hand is such a one
In yonder street that fronts the sun.

g. O. W. Holmes—Contentment.

Yes! in the poor man's garden grow,
Par more than herbs and flowers,

Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.
A. Mabyhowitt—The Poor Man's Garden.

Contentment furnishes constant joy. Much covetonsness, constant grief. To the contented, even poverty is joy. To the discontented, even wealth is a vexation.

t. Ming Sum Paou Kkeh—In Chinese

Repository. Trans, by Dr. Milne.

0 what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! j. Longfellow—Autumn.

Stone walls doe not a prison make,

Nor iron bars a cage,
Minda innocent and quiet take

That for an hermitage.

k. Lovelace—To Allhea from Prison.

Percy's Reliques. 343.

I rest content; I kiss your eyes,
I kiss your hair in my delight:
I kiss my hand and say "Good-night."
I. Joaquin Miller—Songs of the Sun-
Lands. Isles of the Amazons. Pt. V.
Introductory Stanzas.

So well to know

Her own, that what she wills to do or say

Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.

m. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII.

L. 548.

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us! n. Moore—Come O'er the Sea.

The eagle nestles near the sun;

The dove's low nest for me!—
The eagle's on the crag; sweet one.

The dove's in our green tree!
For hearts that beat like thine and mine

Heaven blesses humble earth ;—
The angels of our Heaven shall shine

The angels of our Hearth!

o. J. J. Piatt—A Song of Content. i

Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf.

Not one will change his neighbor with him-
p. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 261.

For mine own pan, I could be well content
To entertain the lag-end of my life
With quiet hours.
g. Henry IV. Pt. I. ActV. Sc. 1.

L. 23.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

r. Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1.

L. 415.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. s. Comedy of Errors. Act I. Sc. 2.

L. 33.

I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm.

t. As You Lite It. Act III. Sc. 2.

L. 77.

If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.

.. Othello. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 191.




My crown is in ray heart, not on my head ; Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is called content; A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.

0. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act III. Sc. 1.


My more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more.
b. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 81.

Our content
Is our best having.

e. Henry VIII. Act IL Sc. 3. L. 23.

Shut up In measureless content.

d. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 17.

The shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leathern bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.

e. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5.

L. 47.

'Tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
/. Henry VIII. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 19.

'Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. n. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 1.

L. 102.

The noblest mind the best contentment has. A. Spenser—Faerie Queene. Bk. I.

Canto I. St. 35.

Dear little head, that lies in calm content Within the gracious hollow that God made

In every human shoulder, where He meant Some, tired head for comfort should be laid.

1. Celia Thaxter—Song.

An elegant Sufficiency, Content,
Retirement, rural Quiet, Friendship, Books,
Ease and alternate Labor, useful Life,
Progressive Virtue, and approving Heaven !
j. Thomson—Ihc Seasons, Spring.

L. 1,159.

This is the charm, by sages often told,

Converting all it touches into gold :

Content can soothe, where'er by fortune


Can rear a garden in the desert waste.
k. Henby Kirk White—Clifton Grort.


There is a jewel which no Indian mines can


No chymic art can counterfeit; It makes men rich in greatest poverty, Makes water wine; turns wooden cups to


The homely whistle to sweet music's strain, Seldom it comes;—to few from Heaven sent, That much in little, all in naught. Content. 1. John Wilbye—Madrigalet. There h a


A Man he seems of cheerful yesterdays
And confident to-morrows.
m. Wordsworth—The Excursion.

Bk. VII.

Lord of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.
n. Sir Henry Wotton— The Character of
a Happy Life.

Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,
And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene;
No splendid poverty, no smiling care,
No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
o. Young—Love of Fame. Satire I.

L. 235.


Did thrust (as now) in others' corn his sickle. p. Du Bartas—Divine Wectes and

Workes. Second Week, Second Day.
Pt. II.

He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

i/. Burke—Reflection* on the Revolution in France. Vol. III. P. 195.

'Tis a hydra's head contention; the more they strive the more they may : and as Praxiteles did by his glass, when he saw a scurvy face in it, brake it in pieces; but for that one he saw many more as bad in a moment.

r. Burton—Anat. of Mel. Pt. II. Sc. 3.

Mem. 7.

Some say, compared to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny ;
Others aver,—that lie to Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle :
Strange all this difference should be,
'Twixt tweedle-dum and twecdle-dec !
t. John Byrom—Epigram on the FeKds

between Handel and Bononcini.

Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
t. Cowper— Task. Bk. III. L. 161.




Bo when two dogs are fighting in the streets, When a third dog one of the two dogs meets: With angry teeth he bites him to the bone, And this dog smarts for what that dog has

done, o. Hknry Fielding—Tom Thumb the

Great. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 85.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;

And each brave foe was in his soul a friend. 6. Homkb— The Iliad. Bk. VII. L. 364.

Pope's trans.

Contentions fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause.

c. Soott—Peveril of the Peak. Ch. XL.

It is an irrepressible conflict between opposing and enduring forces.

d. William H. Skwabd—Speech. The

Irrepressible Conflict. Oct. 25, 1858.

Thus when a barber and collier fight,
The barber beats the luckless collier—white;
The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
And, big with vengeance, beats the barber—

black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime


And beats the collier and the barber—red ; Black, red, and white, in various clouds are

toss'd. And in the dust they raise the combatants are


«. Christophkb Smabt—Soliloquy of the

Princess Periwinkle in "A Trip to

Cambridge." See " CampbelFs

Specimens of the British

Poet*." Vol. VI.

P. 185.

Birds in their little nests agree:
And 'tis a shameful sight,
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
/. Isaac Watts—Divine Songs.



Method is not less requisite in ordinary conversation than in writing, provided a man would talk to make himself understood.

g. Addison—The Spectator. No. 476.

With good and gentle-humored hearts
I choose to chat where'ernt come
Whate'er the subject be that starts.
But if I get among the glum
I hold my tongue to tell the truth
And keep my breath to cool my broth.
h. John Byroh—Careless Content.

In conversation avoid the extremes of forwardness and reserve, t. Cato.

But conversation, choose what theme we may,
And chiefly when religion leads the way,
Should flow, like waters after summershow'rs,
Not as if raised by mere mechanic powers.
j. Cowpbb—Conversation. L. 703.

Conversation is a game of circles.
k. Emerson—Essays. Circles.

Conversation is the laboratory and workshop of the student.

/. Emkbson—Society and Solitude. Clubs.

I never, with important air,
In conversation overbear.

My tongue within my lips I rein ;
For who talks much must talk in vain.
m. Gay—Fables. Pt. I. Introduction.

L. 53.

With thee conversing I forget the way. n. Gay—Trivia. Bk. II. L. 480.

They would talk of nothing but high life and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.

o. Goldsmith— Vicar of Wakefield.

Ch. IX.

And when you stick on conversation's burs, Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful

urt. p. O. W. Holmes—A Rhymed Lesson.


Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind. q. Homer— The Odyssey. Bk. 15. I,. 433.

Pope's trans.

His conversation does not show the minute hand ; but he strikes the hour very correctly. r. Sam'L Johnson—Johnsoniana.

Kearsley. L. 604.

Questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen, s. Sam'l Johnson—Bosu-clVs Life of

Johnson. Vol. VI. Ch. IV. 1776.

' Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation ; but no sooner does he take a pen in his hand, than it becomes a torpedo to him, and benumbs all his faculties. t. Sam'l Johnson—Boswelfs Life of

Johnson. 1743.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years' study of books.

M. Longfellow—Quoted from the Chinese in Hyperion. Ch. VII. 114



Men of great conversational powers almost universally practise a sort of lively sophistry and exaggeration which deceives for the moment both themselves and their auditors.

a. Macaulay—Essay. Oil the Athenian


With thee conversing I forget all time:
All seasons and their change, all please alike.

b. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.

L. 639.

Form'd hy thy converse, happily to steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.

c. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 379.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear :
In that the skill of conversation lies;
That shows or makes you both polite and wise.

d. Young—Love of Fame. Satire V.

L. 57.

Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all:
All's one to her—above her fan
She'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.

e. T. B. Aldrich—Quatrains. Coquette.

Like a lovely tree

She grew to womanhood, and between whiles
Rejected several suitors, just to learn
How to accept a better in his turn.
/. Byron—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 128.

Such is your cold coquette, who can't say

" No," And won't say " Yes," and keeps you on and


On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.

g. Byeon—Don Juan. Canto XII. St. 63. In the School of Coquettes

Madam Rose is a scholar;—
O, they fish with all nets
In the School of Coquettes!
When her brooch she forgets

'Tis to show her new collar;
In the School of Coquettes

Madam Rose is a scholar !

h. Austin Dobson—Rose-Leaves. Circe.

How happy could I be with either,

Were t'other dear charmer away! But while ye thus tease me together,

To neither a word will I say.

i. Gay—Beggar's Opera. Act II. 8c. 2.

Coquetry is the essential characteristic, and the prevalent humor of women; but they do not all practise it, because the coquetry of some is restrained by fear or by reason.

j. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and

Moral Sentences. No. 252.

It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising it. *. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and

Moral /Sentence*. No. 110.

The greatest miracle of love is the cure of coquetry.

1. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and

Moral Sentences. No. 359.

Women know not the whole of their coquetry. Hi. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and

Moral Sentences. No. 342.

Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose—easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.

re. Ik Marvel—Reveries of a Bachelor.

Sea Coal. I.

Ye belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things, Who trip in this frolicsome round,

Pray tell me from whence this impertinence


The sexes at once to confound ?
o. Whitehead—Song for Ranelagh.


Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an immeasurable length : they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from

thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of

authority. p. Beaumont And Fletcher—Hnnest

Man's Fortune. Act III. Sc. 3.

9 * * thieves at home must hang; but he

that puts

Into his overgorged and bloated purse
The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes.
q. Cowper— Task. Bk. I. L. 736.

When rogues like these (a sparrow cries)
To honours and employments rise,
I court no favor, ask no place.
For such preferment is disgrace.
r. G Ay—Fables. Pt. II. Fable 2.

Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume,
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart,
Which rank corruption destines for their

s. Moore—Corruption.

At length corruption, like a general flood
(So long by watchful ministers withstood),
Shall deluge all; and avarice, creeping on.
Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.
t. Pops—Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 135.

Blest paper credit! last and best supply !
That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.
u. Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 39.




America I half brother of the world !
With something good and bad of every land,
a. HaiLi:v—Fettus. Sc. The Surface.

L. 340.

A people who are still, as it were, bnt in the gristle, and' not yet hardened into the bone of manhood.

6. Bubke—Speech on Conciliation with

America. Works. Vol. II.

Young man, there is America—which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners; yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.

c. Bubke—Speech on Conciliation with

America, Works. Vol. II.

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,

The queen of the world and the child of the

skies) Thy genius commands thee; with rapture


While ages on ages thy splendors unfold. d. Timothy Dwioht— Columbia.

Down to the Plymouth Rock, that had been

to their feet as a doorstep Into a world unknown,—the corner-stone of

a nation! e. Longfellow—Courtship of Miles

Standuh. Ft. V. St. 2.

Earth's biggest Country's gut her soul
An' risen up Earth's Greatest Nation.
/. Lowell—The Biglow Papers. Second
Series. No. 7. St. 21.

In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book ? or goes to an American play? or looks at an American picture or statue?

g. Sydney Smith— Works. Vol.11.

America. (Edinburgh Review, 1820.)

America has furnished to the world the character of Washington ! And if our American institutions had done nothing else, that alone would have entitled them to the respect of mankind. A. Daniel Webster—Completion of

Bunker Hill Monument. June 17, 1843. Vol. I. P. 105.

Lo! body and soul!—this land I

Mighty Manhattan, with spires, and

The sparkling and hurrying tides, and the


The varied and ample land,—the South
And the North in the light—Ohio's shores,

and flashing Missouri, And ever the far-spreading prairies, covered

with grass and corn.

i. Walt Whitman—Sequel to Drum-Taps.

When Lilacs Last in the Door- Yard

Bloom'd. St. 12.


Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose
Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose,
And shook within their pyramids to hear
A new Cambyses thundering in their ear;
While the dark shades of forty ages stood
Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.
j. Bybon— The Age of Bronze. V.


England ! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee !
k. Bailey—Fcstus. Sc. The Surface.

L. 376.

Be England what she will. With all her faults, she is my country still. 1. Churchill—The Farewell.

England, a happy land we know,
Where follies naturally grow,
Where, without culture they arise,
And tow'r above the common size.
m. Churchill—Ghost. Bk. I. L. 111.

The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms. n. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 356.

His home!—the Western giant smiles,
And turns the spotty globe to find it;—

This little speck the British Isles?
'Tis but a freckle,—never mind it.
o. O. W. Holmes—,4 Good Time Going.

The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road that leads him to England.

p. Sam'l Johnson—BoxwelVs Life of

Johnson. Vol. II. Ch. V. 1763.

Oh, when shall Britain, conscious of her claim,
Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame?
In living medals see her wars enroll'd.
And vanquished realms supply recording

q. Pope—Moral Essays. Epistle to

Addifon. L. 53.

Quotations on Contemplation

Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content,
And the gay Conscience of a life well spent,
Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace,
Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.
a. Pope— To Mrs. M. B., on her Birthday.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs

Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas. 6. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV.

L. 255.

Some scruple rose, but thus he eas'd his


" I'll now give sixpence where I gave a groat; Where once I went to church, I'll now go

twice— And am so clear too of all other vice."

c. Pots—Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 365.

True, conscious Honour is to feel no sin,
He's arm'd without that's innocent within ;
Be this thy screen, and this thy wall of Brass.

d. Pope—First Book of Horace.

Ep. I. L. 93.

What Conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do ;
This teach me more than Hell to shun,

That more than Heav'n pursue.

e. Pope—Universal Prayer.

But there is a higher law than the Constitution. /. Wm. H. Sewakd—Speech. March 11,


Ah, what a sign it is of evil life,
Where death's approach is seen so terrible!
g. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 3.

L. 5.

Better be with the dead. Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to


Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstacy.
h. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 19.

Conscience is but a word that cowards use,
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.

f. Richard III. ActV. Sc. 3. L. 309.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy

labour, But neither my good word nor princely


With Cain go wander through shades of night,
And never show thy head by day nor light.
j. Richard II. ActV. Sc. 6. L. 40.

I know myself now ; and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities;
A still and quiet conscience.
4. Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 377.

I know thou art religious, And hast a thing within thee called conscience,

With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,

Which I have seen thee careful to observe.

1. Titus Andronictu. Act V. Sc. 1.

L. 75.

My conscience hath a thousand several


A nd every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain, m. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 193.

Now, if you can blush and cry " guilty," cardinal,

You'll show a little honesty. n. Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 306.

Soft, I did but dream.

0 coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

0. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 179.

The worm of conscience still begnaw thy

soul! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou


And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends ! p. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 222.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
q. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 83.

'Tis a blushing shamefast spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.

r. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 141.

Unnatural deeds

Do breed unnatural troubles : infected mi mis To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

1. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 79.

Trust that man in nothing who has not a Conscience in everything.

t. Sterne— Tristram Shandy. Bk. II.


Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called Conscience. «. George Washington—Moral Maxims. Virtue and Vice. Conscience.

Men who can hear the Decalogue and feel
No self-reproach,
ti. Wordsworth— The Old Cumberland

Beggar. L. 136. CONSIDERATION.




A stirring dwarf we do allowance give Before a sleeping giant, a. Truilus and Crestida. Act II. Sc. 3.

L. 146.

Consideration, like an angel came
And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him,
Leaving his body as a paradise,
To envelope and contain celestial spirits.
6. Henry V. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 28.

Fathers that wear rags

Do make their children blind; But fathers that bear bags

Shall see their children kind.

e. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 48.

Let me have audience for a word or two.

d. As You Lite It. ActV. Sc.4. L.157.

The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek, Pleads your fair usage.

e. Troilui and Crasida. Act IV. Sc. 4.

L. 120.

What you have said I will consider; what you have to say I will with patience hear, and find a time Both meet to hear and answer such high

things. /. Julius Cxiar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 168.


Of right and wrong he taught Truths as refin'd as ever Athens heard ; And (strange to tell) he practis'd what he

preach'd. g. John Armstrong—Art of Preserving

Health. Bk. IV. L. 302.

Tush! tush! my lassie, such thoughts resigne.
Comparisons are cruele:
Fine pictures suit in frames as fine,
Consistencie's a Jewell.
For thee and me coarse cloathes are best,
Rude folks in homelye raiment drest,
Wife Joan and goodman Robin.
A. Jolly Robyn-Roughhead. Author


A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.

i. Emerson—Essays. Self-Reliance.

With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. * Speak what you think to-day in words as hard as cannon balls, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict everything you said to-day.

j. Emerson'—Essays. Self-Reliance.

Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man:
He's been on all sides that give places or


But consistency still wuz a part of his plan;
He's been true to one party, and that is, him-
So John P.
Robinson, he

Sez he shall vote for Gineral C.
k. Lowell—The Biglow Papert.

Series I. No. 3.


Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes, and Adversity is not without comforts and hopes.

I. Bacon—Of Adversity.

All are not taken! there are left behind
Living Beloveds, tender looks to bring,
And make the daylight still a happy thing,
And tender voices, to make soft the wind.
m. E. B. Browning—Consolation.

The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
n. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto VIII. St. 3.

God has commanded time to console the af-
o. Joseph Joubert—Thoughts. Ch. V.

Sprinkled along the waste of years
Full many a soft green isle appears:
Pause where we may upon the desert road,
Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe


p. Kmis—Tht Christian Year. The First Sunday in Advent. St. 8.

And empty heads console with empty sound. q. Ports—The Dunciad. Bk. IV. L. 542.

For grief is crowned with consolation; r. Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 2.

L. 173.

I will be gone:

That pitiful rumour may report my flight, To consolate thine ear. s. AlFs Well That Ends Well. Act III.

Sc. 2. L. 129.

For all things are less dreadful than they


t. Wordsworth—Ecclesiastical Sonnets.



Conspiracies no sooner should be formed
Than executed.
u. Addison—Cato. Act I. Sc. 2.




I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates
Against my life,
a. Tempest. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 139.

O conspiracy, Sham'st thou to show thy dang'runs brow by


When evils are most free?
6. Julius Caaar. Act n. Sc. 1. L. 76.

Open-eye conspiracy
His time doth take.

c. Tempest. Act II. Be. 1. Song.

L. 301.

Take no care Who chafes, who frets; and where conspirers

are: Macbeth shall never vanquished be.

d. Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 89.

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, lago,
If thou but think'st him wrong'd and mak'st

his ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.

e. Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 142.


Through perils both of wind and limb, Through thick and thin she follow'd him. /. Butler— Hudibras. Ft. I. Canto II.

L. 369.

True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not shined upon. g. Butler—Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto II.

L. 175.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. h. Herbert—Virtue.

'Tis often constancy to change the mind,
i. Hoole—Metastasia. Sieves.

Changeless march the stars above,
Changeless morn succeeds to even ;
And the everlasting hills,
Changeless watch the changeless heaven.
j. Charles Kinobley—Saint's Tragedy.
Act II. Sc. 2.

Be true to your word and your work and your friend. *. John Boyle O' Reilly—Rules of the


Abra was ready ere I call'd her name; And, though I call'd another, Abra came. 1. Prior—Solomon on the Vanity of the

World. Bk. H. L. 364.

He that parts us shall bring a brand from


And fire us hence like foxes.
m. King Lear. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 22.

I could be well moved if I were as you;

If I could pray to move, prayers would move


But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
n. Julius Ccesar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 58.

If ever thou shalt love,
In the sweet pangs of it remember me;
For such as I am all true lovers are,
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is belov'd.
o. Twelfth Ifight. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 15.

I would have men of such constancy put to sea. that their business might be everything and their intent everywhere ; for that's it that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

p. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 77.

Now from head to foot

I am marble-constant: now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.

g. Antony and Cleopatra. ActV. Sc. 2.

L. 238.

0 constancy, be strong upon my side,

Set a huge mountain 'tween my heart and tongue!

1 have a man's mind, but a woman's might. r. Julius Caesar. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 7.

O heaven! were man

But constant, he were perfect. That one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through

all the sins:

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
s. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V.

Sc. 4. L. 109.

Whose worth's unknown, although his height

be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and


Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. (. Sonnet CXVI.

Out upon it 1 I have loy'd

Three whole days together; And am like to love three more,

If it prove fair weather.

it. Sir John Suckling—Constancy.


The act of contemplation then creates the thing contemplated. v. Isaac Disraeli—Literary Character.




But first and chiefest, with thce bring
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The Cherub Contemplation.

a. Milton—II Penseroso. L. 51.

In discourse more sweet, (For Eloquence the Soul, Song charms the


Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

b. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

L. 555.

Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him : how he jets under his advanced plumes.

c. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 35.

When holy and devout religious men

Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them

thence; So sweet is zealous contemplation.

d. Richard III. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 92.


Go—let thy less than woman's hand
Assume the distaft:—not the brand.
«. Byeon—Bride of Abydos. Canto I.

St. 4.

So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,
Fix'd statue on the pedestal of Scorn.
/. Byeon—Curse of Minerva. L. 206.

There was a laughing Devil in his sneer,
That raised emotions both of rage and fear.
g. Bybon— The Corsair. Canto I. St. 9.

I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt. h. Cervantes— Don Quixote. Pt. I.

Bk. III. Ch. VI.

We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorn'd! slighted! dismiss'd without a parting pang.

i. Colley Cibbkb—Love's Last Shift.

Act IV. Sc. 1.

When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Cor-

reggios, and stuff,

He shiftecl his trumpet, and only took snuff. /. Gsldsmith—Retaliation. L. 145.

He hears

On all sides, from innumerable tongues
A dismal universal hiss, the sound
Of public scorn.
k. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. X.

L. 506. Who can refute a sneer?

I. Paliy—Moral Philosophy. Of

Reverencing the Deity. Bk. V.
Ch. IX.

Grown all to all, from no one vice exempt, And most contemptible to shun contempt, m. Pope— Moral Essays. Pt. III. L. 21.

Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age And twit with cowardice a man half dead ? n. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 2.

L. 55.

But, alas! to make me
A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at!
o. Othello. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 53.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me. p. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 378.

He talks to me that never had a son.
q. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 91.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
r. Julius Csssar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 27.

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow,
And with the other fling it at thy face,
Than bear so low a sail, to strike to thee.
s. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 1.

L. 49,

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
In the contempt and anger of his lip!

t. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 156.


Content thyself to be obscurely good.

When vice prevails and impious men beai


The post of honor is a private station.
u. Addison—Cato. Act IV. Sc. 4.

Ten poor men sleep in peace on one straw

heap, as Saadi sings, But the immensest empire is too narrow foi

two kings. v. Wm. K. Aloer—Oriental Poetry.

Elbow Room

Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbouj

hold? w. Babnabe Barnes—Parthenophil and


Happy am I; from care I'm free!
Why aren't they all contented like me?
x. Opera of La Bayadere.

From labour health, from health contentmenl


Contentment opes the source of every joy. y. James Beattik—The Minstrel. Bk. 1.

St. 13. 110



In Paris a queer little man you may see,

A little man all in gray; Rosy and round as an apple is he. Content with the present whate'erit may be, While from care and from cash he is equally


And merry both night and day! "Ma foi! I laugh at the world," says he, " I laugh at the world, and the world laughs

at me!"

What a gay little man in gray, a. Beranger—The Mule Man all in Gray. Trans, by Amelia B. Edwards.

There was a jolly miller once,

Lived on the River Dee;
He worked and sang, from morn to night;

No lark so blithe as he.
And this the burden of his song,

Forever used to be,—
" I care for nobody, not I,

If no one cares for me."

6. Bickerstaff—Love in a Village.

Act I. Sc. 5.

Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.

c. Bunyan—The Author's Way of Sending

Forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim.
L. 126.

Contented wi' little, and cantic wi' mair

d. Burns—Contented wf Little. I'll be merry and free,

I'll be sad for nae-body; If nae-body cares for me, I'll care for nae-body.

e. Burhs—Nae-body.

With more of thanks and less of thought,
I strive to make my matters meet;

To seek what ancient sages sought,
Physic and food in sour and sweet,

To take what passes in good part,

And keep the hiccups from the heart. /. John Byrom—Careless Content.

I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.

g. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. I.

Bk. IV. Ch. XXIII.

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to tbee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-
drops fall,

Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

A. Coleridge—Frost at Midnight.

We'll therefore relish with content,
Whate'er kind Providence has sent.

Nor aim beyond our pow'r;
For, if our stock be very small,
'Tis prudent to enjoy it all,

Nor lose the present hour.

t. Nathaniel Cotton—Ihe Fireside.

St. 10.

Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the

past, And neither fear nor wish th' approaches of

the last.

j. Cowley—Imitations. Martial. Lib.X.


'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
To peep at such a world; to see the stir
Of the Great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
*. Cowper— The Task. Bk. IV. L. 88.

Content with poverty, my soul I arm ;

And virtue, though in rags, will keep me

warm. 1. Drypen—Third Book of Horace. Odc29.

He trudged along, unknowing what he sought.

And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

m. Dryden—Cymon and Iphigenia. L. 84.

Since every man who lives is born to die,
And none can boast sincere felicity,
With equal mind, what happens let us bear,
Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond

our care.

Like pilgrims, to th' appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's


n. Dryden—Palamon and Arcite. Bk.III.

L. 2.159.

Map me no maps, sir; my head is a map, a

map of the whole world. o. Fielding—Rape upon Rape. Act.I.


Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation:
Title and profit I resign;
The post of honour shall be mine.
p. Gay—Fables. Pt, II. The Vulture,

the Sparrow and other Birdf.

What happiness the rural maid attends,
In cheerful labour while each day she spends!
She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent.
And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.
q. Gay—Rural Sports. Canto II. L. 148.

Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.
r. Goldsmith— The Hermit. St. 8.

Their wants but few, their wishes all confin'd. s. Goldsmith— The Traveller. L. 210.

Quotations on Confidence

Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw us here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to bear
All reflections, foul or fair.

Thou art deep and bright within,

Depths as bright belong'd to Gwynne;

Thou art very frail as well,

Frail as flesh is,—so was Nell. a. L. Blanchabd—Nell Gwynne's

Looking Glasi. St. 1.

It's wiser being good than bad ;

It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched ;

That, after Last, returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched;

That what began best, can't end worst,

Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.

6. Bobebt Browning—Apparent Failure.


It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.

c. Burke—Prior1! Life of Burke.

There's some are fou o' love divine,
There's some are fou o' brandy.

d. Burns— The Holy flair. St. 30.

To liken them to your auld-warld squad, 1 must needs say comparisons are odd.

e. Burns—Brigs of Ayr. L. 177.

There's but the twinkling of a star Between a man of peace and war. /. Butler—Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto III.

L. 957.

I've read in many a novel, that unless they've

souls that grovel— Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary

marble halls. g. Calverley—In the Gloaming.

Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken ?

fc. Cervantes—Don Quixote. Pt. II.

Ch. I.

At whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish'd lustre shone.
». Cicebo— Tusculan Dap. Bk. III.

Div. 18. Yonge's trans.

Right is more beautiful than private affection ; and love is compatible with universal wisdom.

j. Emerson—Essays. On Shakespeare.

Expression is action; beauty is repose.
k. J. C. and A. W. Hare— Guesses at


Everything is twice as large, measured on a three-year-old's three-foot scale as on a thirty-year-old's six-foot scale.

1. 0. W. Holmes— The Poet at the

Breakfast Table. I.

Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is solid refinement. m. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and

Moral Sentences. No. 131.

The country is lyric,—the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama.

». Longfellow—Kavanagh. Ch. XIII.

And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
The problem still for us and all of human

o. Lowell— Under the Old Elm.

Pt. VII. St. 3.

Comparisons do ofttime great grievance. p. John Lydgate—Bochas. Bk. III.


And in the lowest deep a lower deep
Still threatening to devour me opens wide;
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
q. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 76.

A man must either imitate the vicious or hate them. r. Montaigne—Of Solitude.

The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould. » * The same reason thatmakesus wrangle with a neighbour causes a war betwixt princes.

j. Montaigne—Apology for Raimond d>- Sebond. Bk. II. Ch.XII.

We are nearer neighbours to ourselves than whiteness to snow, or weight to stones. t. Montaigne—.Essays. Bk. II. Ch. XII.

The magnificent and the ridiculous are so near neighbours that they touch each other. «. Edward Lord Oxfobd—Ms. Common

Place Book.

Everye white will have its blacke, And everye sweet its soure. v. Thos. Percy—Reliquet. Sir Curline.

Another yet the same. w. PoTE—The Dunciad. Bk. III. L. 90.

The rose and thorn, the treasure and dragon, joy and sorrow, all mingle into one. x. Saadi— The Gulistan. Ch. VII.

Apologue 21. Ross' trans.

As false

As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son.
y. Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 2.

L. 198. 102



Crabbed age and youth cannot live together. a. 'Passionate Pilgrim. Pt. XII.

Hyperion to a satyr.
6. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 140.

Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.

c. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 27.

No more like my father Than I to Hercules.

d. Samlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 152.

O, the more angel she, And you the blacker devil! e. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 130.

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court.

/. As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 46.

What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye ?
g. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3.

L. 177. Here and there a cotter's babe is royal—born

by right divine; Here and there my lord is lower than his oxen

or his swine.

h. Tennyson—Locksley Hall. Sixty Tears After. 8k 63.

The little may contrast with the great, in painting, but cannot be said to be contrary to it. Oppositions of colors contrast; but there are also colors contrary to each other, that is, which produce an ill effect because they shock the eye when brought very near it.

». Voltaire—A Philosophical Dictionary. Essay. Contrast.

The happy married man dies in good stile at home, surrounded by his weeping wife and children. The old bachelor don't die at all— he sort of rots away, like a pollywog's tail.

j. Abtemcs Waed—The Draft in


And homeless near a thousand homes I stood. And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

k. Wokdswobth—Quilt and Sorrow.

St. 41. The time for Pen and Sword was when

"My ladye iayre," for pity,
Could tend her wounded knight, and then

Grow tender at his ditty.
Some ladies now make pretty songs,

And some mnke pretty nurses:
Some men are good for righting wrongs,

And some for writing verses.

/. Frederick Lockkr—The Jester's Plea.


I called the New World into existence to redress the balance of the Old. To. Geoboi Canning—The King1!

Message. Dec. 12, 1826.

Honors come by diligence; riches spring from economy. n. John Francis Davis—Chinese Moral


What we gave, we have:
What we spent, we had:
What we left, we lost.
o. Epitaph of Edward, Earl of Devon.

'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry,
As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd

p. Ebekezer Elliot—Corn Law

Rhymes. No. 7.

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form. Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the

storm. Though round its breast the rolling clouds are


Eternal sunshine settles on ita head.
q. Goldsmith— The Deserted Village.

L. 189.

'Tis always morning somewhere in the world. r. Richard Hengbst Horne—Orion.

Bk. III. Canto II.

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!

0 drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again.

*. Longfellow—Endymion. St. 7.

'Tis always morn somewhere.

t. Longfellow—Tales of a Wayside Inn. Birds of Kittingworth. St. 16.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us,

The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us,

We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold ;

For a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking,

'Tis heaven alone that is given away, 'Tis only God may be had for the asking, No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest coiner.

«. Lowell—The Vision of Sir Launfal.

Prelude to Pt. I.

Merciful Father, I will not complain.

1 know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.

v. Joaquin Miller—For Prince.*,* HfntuJ.




What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; th' unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield,
o. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. I. L. 105.

Long pains are light ones,
Cruel ones are brief!
6. J. G. S\\ i.—Compensation.

That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another's gain.

c. Tennyson—In Memoriam. Pt. LIV.

And light is mingled with the gloom,

And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom

In sweet relief.

d. Whittier—Anniversary Poem. St. 15.


A compliment is usually accompanied with a bow, as if to beg pardon for paying it. e. J.C.and A. W.habe— Guessesat Truth.

What honour that,

But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear So many hollow compliments and lies. /. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.

L. 122.

'Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment. g. Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 109.

A woman » » always feels herself complimented by love, though it may be from a man incapable of winning her heart, or perhaps even her esteem. h. Abel Stevexs—Life of Madame de

Stael. Ch. III.

Current among men.

Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment, t. Tennyson—The Princess. Pt. II.

L. 40.


I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.

/. Geokge Eliot—The Mill on the Floss. Bk. V. Ch. IV.

For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet? k. Emerson—Good-Bye. St. 4.

The world knows only two, that's Rome and I. 1. Ben Johson—Sejanus. Act V. Sc. 1.

In men this blunder still you find,
All think their little set mankind.
m. Hannah Mobe—Florio. Pt. I.

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow;
Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.
n. Pope—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II.


If she undervalue me,
What care I how fair she be?

0. Sir Walter Raleigh—Bayley's Lifeoj


Conceit may puff a man up, but never prop him up.

p. Ruskin—True and Beautiful. Morals and Reliifion. Function of the Artist.

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. q. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 114.

Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count theii

worth. r. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 6.

L. 29.

I am not in the roll of common men.

1. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1.

L. 43.

Whoe'er imagines prudence all his own,

Or deems that he hath powers to speak and

judge Such as none other hath, when they are


They are found shallow.
t. Sophocles—Antig. 707.

Faith, that's as well said as if I had said it myself. u. Swift—Polite Conversation.

Dialogue II.


Confess thee freely of thy sin ;
For to deny each article with oath
Cannot remove nor choke the strong concep-

That I do groan withal.
v. Othello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 54.

Confess yourself to heaven ; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come. w. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 149.

Nor do we find him forward to be sounded
But, with a crafty madness, keeps aloof.
When we would bring him on to some con-

Of his true state.
x. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 7.

I own the soft impeachment.
y. Sheridan—The Rivals. Act V. Sc. 3.





He who does not respect confidence, will never find happiness in his path. The belief in virtue vanishes from his heart, the source uf nobler actions becomes extinct in him.


He who has lost confidence can lose nothing more. 6. Boiste.

Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honourable courses with a sure hope and trust in itself.

c. Cicero—Rhetorical Invention.

I see before me the statue of a celebrated minister, who said that confidence was a plant of slow growth. But I believe, however gradual may be the growth of confidence, that of credit requires still more time to arrive at maturity.

d. Benj. Disraeli—Speech. Nov. 9, 1867.

Self-trust is the essence of heroism. <". Emerson—Essay. Heroism.

The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue; and no genius can long or often utter anything which is not invited and gladly entertained by men around him.

/. Emeeson—Race.

He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows". g. Thomas Fuller—Holy aiul Profane

State. Maxim VII. The Good

Though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps

At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity

Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no


Where no ill seems,
.ft. Miltok—Paradise Lost. Bk. III.

L. 686.

He that wold not when he might,
He shall not when he wold-a.
i, Thos. Percy—Reliques. The Baffled
Knight. St. 14.

Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom. j. William Pitt (Earl of Chatham)—

Speech. Jan. 14, 1766.

Be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee. *. Titus Andronicia. Act I. 8c. 1. L. 60.

I renounce all confidence.

1. Henry VI. Pt I. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 97.

I would have some confidence with you that decerns you nearly. m. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III.

Sc. 5. L. 3.

Trust not him that hath once broken faith. 7.. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 4.

L. 30

Your wisdom is consum'd in confidence. Uo not go forth to-day. o. Julius Caesar. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 49.

Confidence is conqueror of men; victorious

both over them and in them ; The iron will of one stout heart shall make a

thousand quail: A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn

the tide of battle, And rally to a nobler strife the giants that

had fled. p. Tupper—Proverbial Phihfophv.

Of Faith. L. 11.


Great things thro' greatest hazards are


And then they shine.
q. Beaumont And Fletcher—Loyal

Subject. Act I. 8c. 5.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below, r. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto III.

St. 45.

Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer love that run away. s. Thomas Carew—Song. Conquest by


And though mine arm should conquer twenty


There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors. t. Thos. Dekker— The Comedic of Old

FkrtunatHS. Act T. So. 1.

Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die. u. John Home—Douglas. Act V. Sc. 1.

L. 100.

Self conquest is the greatest of victories.
v. Plato.

Brave conquerors ! for so you are
That war against your own affections,
And the huge army of the world's desires.
w. Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1.

L. 8.

Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rathera ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave unto me, rather on Nilus'


Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring! x. Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. '2.

L. Si.





< >h! think what anxious moments pass between
The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods,
Oh! 'tis a dreadful interval of time,
Filled up with horror all, and big with deatli!

a. Addison—Cato. Act I. Sc. 3.

They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.

b. Bdhton—Anatomy of Melancholy,

Pt. III. Sec. IV. Memh. 2.
Subsect. 3.

Why should not Conscience have vacation
As well as other Courts o' th' nation ?
Have equal power to adjourn,
Appoint appearance and retxirn ?

c. Bctleb—Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto II.

L. 317.

A quiet conscience makes one so serene!

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded

That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

d. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto I. St. 83.

But at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws
So much, as when we call our old debts in
At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil,
And find a deuced balance with the devil.

e. Bybon—Don Juan. Canto I. St. 1G7.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell,
And there hath been thy bane.

/. Bybon—Childe Harold. Canto III.

St. 42.

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!

g. Byron— The Giaour. L. 748.

There is no future pang Can deal that justice on the self condcmn'd He deals on his own soul. h. Bybon—Manfred. Act III. Sc. 1.

Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's


Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God. i. Bybon— The Inland. Canto I. St. 6.

The great theatre for virtue is conscience.

}. ClCKBO.

The Past lives o'er again In its effects, and to the guilty spirit The ever-frowning Present is its image, t. Coleridge—Remorse. Act I. 8c. 2.

When Conscience wakens who can with her


Terrors and troubles from a sick soul drive ?
Naught so unpitying as the ire of sin.
The inappeas'ble Nemesis within.
/. Abraham Coles—The Light of the

World. P. 314.

The still small voice is wanted. /(i. Cowper— The Task. Bk. V. L. 687.

Oh, Conscience! Conscience! man's most

faithful friend,

Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend ;
But if he will thy friendly checks forego,
Thou art, oh ! woe for me, his deadliest foe !
n. Ceabbe—Struggles of Conscience. Last


Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety. o. Geoege Eliot—Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength to prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

p. Goldsmith—Vicar of Wakefield.


Man, wretched man, whene'er he stoops to


Feels, with the act, a strong remorse within. q. Juvenal—Satires. Satire XIII. L. 1. Wm. Gifford's trans.

He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day; But he that hides a dark soul, and foul


Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ;
Himself is his own dungeon.
r. Milton—Comas. L. 381.

Let his tormentor conscience find him out.
s. Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV.

L. 130.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must

ensue! t. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.

L. 23.

0 Conscience, into what abyss of fears

And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which

1 find no way, from deep todeeper plunged. u. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. X.

L. 842.

Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but


v. Montaigne—Essays. Bk. II. Ch. V. Of Conscience.

As the mind of each man is conscious of good or evil, so does he conceive within his breast hope or fear, according to his actions.

10. Ovid—Fatti. Bk. I. 476-601.

Riley's trans.