Theirs not to make reply.
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
a. Tennyson—The Charge of the Light
Brigade. St. 2.
A slender acquaintance with the world must convince every man that actions, not words, are the true criterion of the attachment of friends; and that the most liberal professions of good-will are very far from being the surest marks of it.
b. George Washington—Social Maxims.
Action is transitory, a step, a blow,
The motion of a muscle—this way or that.
c. Wordsworth—The Borderers. Act III.
And all may do what has by man been done.
d. Young—Night Thoughts. Night VI.
No nobler feeling than this, of admiration for one higher than himself, dwells in the breast of man. It is to this hour, and at all hours, the vivifying influence in man's life.
e. Cablyle—Heroes and Hero Worship.
Let others hail the rising sun : I bow to that whose course is run. /. Gahrick—On the Death of Mr. Pelham.
The king himself has follow'd her When she has walk'd before. g. Goldsmith—Elegy on Mrs. Wary Blaize.
We always love those who admire us, and we do not always love those whom we admire. A. La Rochefoucauld—Maxim 305.
Few men are admired by their servants. i. Montaigne—Essays. Of Repentance. Bk. III. Ch. 2.
For fools admire, but men of sense approve. j. Pope—Essay on Criticism. L. 391.
Season your admiration for awhile.
*. Hamlet. Act I. 8c. 2. L. 192.
How his eyes languish! how his thoughts
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!
He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin,
That touch'd the ruff, that touched Queen
1. Young—Lore of Fame. Satire IV.
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign,
And unknown regions dare descry.
m. Gray—Ode on a Distant Prospect of
* * * and now expecting
Each hour their great adventurer, from the
Of foreign worlds.
M. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. X.
And these vicissitudes come best in youth ;
For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to Marne the Fates, forsooth,
And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth :
He who hath proved war, storm or woman's
Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won the experience which is deem'd so weighty.
o. Byron—Don Juan. Canto XII. St. 50.
Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man; but for one man who can stand prosperity, there are a hundred that will stand adversity.
p. Carlyle—Heroes and Hero Worship.
Aromatic plants bestow
No spicy fragrance while they grow ;
But crush'd or trodden to the ground,
Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
q. Goldsmith—The Captivity. Act I.
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!
r. Gray—Hymn to Adversity. St. 1.
In the adversity of our best friends we often find something which does not displease us. s. La Rochefoucauld—Maxim 245.
The Good are better made by 111,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.
t. Sam'l Rogers—Jacqueline. St. 3.
A wretched soul, brais'd with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burthen'd with like weight of
As much, or more, we should ourselves complain, u. Comedy of Errors. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 34.
Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
To beat assailing death from his weak legions.
And whiles the honourable captain there
Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied
v. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 4.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little.
w. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc.2. L. 64
Sweet are the uses of adversity;
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in hia head.
a. At You Like It. Act II. Sc. I. L. 12.
Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; A man I am cross'd with adversity.
b. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act IV.
Sc. 1. L. 11.
The worst men often give the best advice. Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.
c. Bailey—Festus. Sc. A Village Feast.
Evening. L. 917.
Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,
To think how mony counsels sweet,
How mony lengthened, sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises;
d. Burns—Tarn o' Shanter. L. 33.
And may you better reck the rede.
Than ever did th' adviser.
e. Burns—Epistle to a Young Friend.
She had a good opinion of advice,
Like all who give and eke receive it gratis,
For which small thanks are still the market
Even where the article at highest rate is.
/. Byeoh—Don Juan. Canto XV. St. 29.
Let no man value at a little price
A virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit
Is feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words.
g. Oeobqe Chapman—The Gentleman
Usher. Act IV. Sc. 1.
'Twas good advice, and meant,
" My son, be good."
A. Geoboe Crabbe—The Learned Boy.
Vol. V. Tale XXI.
For women with a mischief to their kind, Pervert with bad advice our better mind. ». Dhydes—Cock and Fox. Line 555.
Know when to speake; for many times itbrings Danger to give the best advice to kings. j. Her Rick—Caution in Councell.
We give advice, but we do not inspire conduct. k. La Rochkfoccauld—Maxim 403.
Be niggards of advice on no pretense;
For the worst avarice is that of sense.
1. Pora—Essay on Criticism. L. 578.
Bosom up my counsel.
You'll find it wholesome.
m. Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 112.
Direct not him, whose way himself will
choose; 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt
thou lose. n. Richard II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 29.
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often still'd my brawling discontent. o. Measure for Measure. Act IV. Sc. 1.
I pray thee cease thy counsel,
Which falls into mine ears as profitless
As water in a sieve.
p. Much Ado About Nothing. Act V.
Sc. 1. L. 3.
When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again. q. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 76.
Many receive advice, only the wise profit by it. r. Publiub Syrus—Maxim 152.
Affectation is an awkward and forced Imitation of what should be genuine and easy, wanting the Beauty that accompanies what is natural.
s. Locke— On Education. Sec. 66.
There Affectation, with a sickly mien, Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen. t. Pope—Tfte Rape of the Lock. Canto 4.
Affection is the broadest basis of good in life. u. George Eliot—Daniel Dercmda.
Bk. V. Ch. 35.
Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good
man's smile. v. Goldsmith—The Deserted Village.
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. w. Gray— The Bard. I. 3. L. 12.
The objects that we have known in better days are the main props that sustain the weight of our affections, and give us strength to await our future lot.
x. Wm. Hazlitt— Table Talk. On the
Past and Future.
I may not to the world impart
The secret of its power,
But treasured in my inmost heart
I keep my faded flower.
y. Ellen C. Howarth—' Tin but a Little Faded Flower. 8
Who hath not saved some trifling thing
More prized than jewels rare, A faded flower, a broken ring,
A tress of golden hair.
a. Ellen C. Howarth—' Tia but a Little Faded Flower.
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never
was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters,
returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall nil
them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns
again to the fountain. 6. Longfellow—Evangeline. Pt. II. St. 1.
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd ;
Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.
c. Venus and Adonis. Line 387.
Of such affection and unbroken faith
As temper life's worst bitterness.
d. Shelley— The Cenci. Act III. 8c. 1.
Now let us thank th' eternal power, convinc'd That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction: That oft the cloud which wraps the present
hour, Serves but to brighten all our future days !
e. Joan Brown—Barbarossa. Act V.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress ;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
/. Burns—A Winter Night.
Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
g. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 3.
Henceforth I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, Enough, enough, and die. h. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 6.
Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire ; that mine own tears
Do scald like molten lead.
t. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 46.
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, From that good God, who chastens whom he
loves. j. Socthky—Madoc in Wales. III.
The Lord gets his best soldiers out of the highlands of affliction. k. Spuegkon—Gleanings Among the
Sheaves. Sorrow's Discipline.
With silence only as their benediction,
God's angels come
Where in the shadow of a great affliction,
The soul sits dumb !
I. Whittier— To my Friend on the Death
of his Sitter.
Affliction is the good man's shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray ;
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
m. Young—Night Thoughts. Night IX.
Backward, flow backward, 0 tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,—
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain—
Take them and give me my childhood again!
n. Elizabeth Akers Allen—Rock Me
Weak withering age no rigid law forbids, With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with
The sapless habit daily to bedew.
And give the hesitating wheels of life
Gliblier to play.
o. John Armstrong—Art of Preserving Health. Bk. II. L. 484.
What is it to grow old ?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath ?
Yes; but not this alone.
p. Matthew Arnold—Growing Old.
Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldom drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success.
g. Bacon—Essay XLII. Of YouthandAge.
Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. r. Quoted by Bacon—Apothegm 97.
Old age comes on apace to ravage all the
clime. s. Beattie— Tlie Minstrel. Bk. I. St. 25.
Old age doth in sharp pains abound ;
We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound,
Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's light with falling ray
Doth but a trembling flicker cast. Honor to age, ye children pay!
Alas! my fifty years are past!
t. Beranger—Cinquante Ans. Translated by C. L. Belt.'. AGE (OLD).
To resist with success the frigidity of old age, one must combine the body, the mind, and the heart; to keep these in parallel vigor one must exercise, study and love.
a. Bonbtetten—In Abel Stevens' Madame, deStael. Ch. XXVI.
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon. 6. Byron— ChUde Harold. Canto II.
He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of
life. So that no wonder waits him.
c. Byroji—Childe Harold. Canto III.
Just as old age is creeping on apace,
And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day,
They kindly leave us, though not quite alone,
But in good compaiiy—the gout or stone.
d. Byron—Don Juan. Canto III.
St. GO. My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone ;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!
«. Bybon—On this day I complete my
Oh, for one hour of blind old Dandolo, Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe! /. Byron—Childe Harold. Canto IV.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age ? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the
brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's
And be alone on earth as I am now.
g. Byroh—Childe Harold. Canto II.
» » Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb ; And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near
the brim. h. Byron— Childe Harold. Canto III.
St. 8. For onte of olde feldys, as men sey,
Comyth al this newe corn from yere to yere; And out of olde bokis, in good fey, Comyth al this newe science that men lere. i. Chaucer—The Parlemenl of Fowles.
The spring, like youth, fresh blossoms doth
But autumn makes them ripe and fit for use:
So Age a mature mellowness doth set
On the green promises of youthful heat.
j. Sir John Denham—Cain Major.
Pt. IV. L. 47.
The Disappointment of Manhood succeeds to the delusion of Youth ; let us hope that the heritage of Old Age is not Despair.
k. Disraeli (Earl Beaconsfield)—
Vivian. Grey. Bk. VIII. Ch. IV.
Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle; Old Age a regret.
1. Disraeli (Earl Beaconsfield)—
Cmdngsby. Bk. HI. Ch. I.
Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;
Till like a clock worn out with eating time.
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
in. Dbyden—(Edipus. Act IV. Sc. I.
His hair just grizzled
As in a green old age.
n. Dryden—(Ediput. Act III. Sc. I.
We do not count a man's years, until he has nothing else to count.
0. Emerson—Society and Solitude.
Remote from cities liv'd a Swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain ;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.
]i. Gay—Fables. Part I.
The Shepherd and the Philosopher.
Old age is courteous—no one more:
For time after time he knocks at the door,
But nobody says. "Walk in, sir, pray I"
Yet turns he not from the door away,
But lifts the latch, and enters with speed,
And then they cry, "A cool one, indeed."
q. Goktiie—Old Age.
Alike all ages : dames of ancient days
Have led their children thro' the mirthful
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burthen of threescore.
r. Goldsmith—The Traveller. L. 251.
I love everything that's old : old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine. s. Goldsmith—She Stoops to Conquer.
Act I. Sc. I.
0 blest retirement! friend to life's decline— Retreats from care, that never must be mine How blest is he who crowns, in shades like
these, A youth of labour with an age of ease!
1. Goldsmith—The Deserted Village.
They say women and music should never be dated. u. Goldsmith—She Stoops to Conquer.
Act III. 10
o. Gray—Ode on a Distant Prospect of
Eton College. St. 9.
To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.
6. 0. W. Holmes— On the seventieth birthday of Julia Ward Howe, May 27,1889.
A green old age, unconscious of decays,
That proves the hero born in better days.
c. Homer—Iliad. Bk. 23. L. 925.
When he's forsaken,
Wither'd and shaken,
What can an old man do but die ?
Boys must not have th' ambitious care of men, Nor men the weak anxieties of age.
e. Horace—Of the Art of Poetry. Trans.
by Wentworth Dillon. L. 212.
Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage,
Till pitying Nature signs the last release,
And bids afflicted worth retire to peace.
/. S Am' L Johnson— Vanity of Human
Wishes. L. 308.
Pew people know how to be old.
g. La Rochefoucauld—Maxims and
Moral Sentences. No. 448.
And the bright faces of my young companions
Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. h. Longfellow—Spanish Student.
Act III. 8c. 3.
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. t. Longfellow—Moritiiri Salntamns.
How far the gulf-stream of our youth may
Into the arctic regions of our lives,
Where little else than life itself survives.
j. Longfellow—Morituri Salutamus.
The course of my long life hath reached at
In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,
The common harbor, where must rendered
Account of all the actions of the past. k. Longfellow—Old Age.
The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more
And I am near to fall, infirm and weary.
Whatever poet, orator, or sage
May say of it, old age is still old age.
m. Longfellow—Morituri Salutamus.
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.
n. George Macdonald—The Marquis of Louie. Ch. XL.
What find you better or more honorable than age? » » Take the preheminence of it in everything;—in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedigree.
o. Shakerley Marmion—Antiquary.
Act II. Sc. 1.
Set is the sun of my years; And over a few poor ashes,
I sit in my darkness and tears.
p. Gerald Massey—A Wail.
Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old authors to read !—Alon- so of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appeared to be best in these four things. q. Melchiok—Floresta Espafiola de
Apothegmas o Sentential, etc. II. 1. 20.
The ages roll Forward; and forward with them, draw my
Into time's infinite sea. And to be glad, or sad, I care no more: But to have done, and to have been, before
I cease to do and be.
r. Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton)—The Wanderer. Bk. IV. A Confession and Apology. St. 9. [P.P.'93],
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou
Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature. >. Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. XI.
L. 535. So Life's year begins and closes;
Days, though short'ning, still can shine;
What though youth gave love and roses.
Age still leaves us friends and wine.
t. Moore—Spring and Autumn.
Thyself no more deceive, thy youth hath fled, u. Petrabch—To Laura in Death.
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've played, and loved, and ate, and drank
Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age
Comes tittering on, and shoves you from the
r. Pope—Imitations of Horace. Bk. II. Ep. 2. L. 322.