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Not too much," by temperance taught In what thou eat'st and drink'st, seeking from thence Due nourishment, not gluttonous delight,

Till many years over thy head return;

So mayst thou live, till, like ripe fruit, thou drop
Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease

Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death mature.

5162

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. xi. Line 530

Temp'rate in every place, — abroad, at home,
Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;
And health from either-he in time prepares
For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.

5163
Crabbe: The Borough. Letter xvii. Line 198.
TEMPESTS - see Storm, Sunset, Thunder, Wind.
Suddeine they see from midst of all the maine
The surging waters like a mountaine rise,

And the great sea, puft up with proud disdaine,

To swell above the measure of his guise,

As threatning to devoure all that his powre despise. 5164 Spenser: Faerie Queene. Bk. ii. Canto xii. St. 21. The southern wind

Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;

Aud, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.

5165

Shaks.: 1 Henry IV. Act v. Sc. 1. I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam, To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds ; But never till to-night, never till now,

Did I go through a tempest dropping fire. 5166

Who shall face

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 3.

The blast that wakes the fury of the sea?

The vast hulks

Are whirled like chaff upon the waves; the sails
Fly, rent like webs of gossamer; the masts
Are snapped asunder.

5167

William Cullen Bryant: Hymn of the Sea. There is war in the skies!

Lo! the black-winged legions of tempest arise

O'er those sharp splinter'd rocks that are gleaming below

In the soft light, so fair and so fatal, as though

Some seraph burn'd through them, the thunderbolt search

ing

Which the black cloud unbosom'd just now.

5168

Owen Meredith: Lucile. Pt. i. Canto iv. St. 12

Meanwhile

The sun, in his setting, sent up the last smile
Of his power, to baffle the storm. And, behold!
O'er the mountains embattled, his armies, all gold,
kose and rested: while far up the dim airy crags,
Its artillery silenced, its banners in rags,
The rear of the tempest its sullen retreat
Drew off slowly, receding in silence, to meet

The powers of the night, which, now gathering afar.
Had already sent forward one bright, single star.
5169

Owen Meredith: Lucile. Pt. i. Canto iv. S. 18

An horrid stillness first invades the ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear. 5170

Dryden: Astræa Redux. Line 7

From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage;
Till, in the furious elemental war
Dissolv'd, the whole precipitated mass,
Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours.

5171

Thomson: Seasons. Summer. Line 799

Along the woods, along the moorish fens,
Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm;
And up among the loose disjointed cliffs,
And fractured mountains wild, the brawling brook
And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan,
Resounding long in listening fancy's ear.

5172

Thomson: Seasons. Winter. Line 66.

And sometimes too a burst of rain,

Swept from the black horizon, broad, descends
In one continuous flood. Still over head

The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and still
The deluge deepens; till the fields around

Lie sunk, and flatted, in the sordid wave.
Sudden the ditches swell; the meadows swim.
Red, from the hills, innumerable streams
Tumultuous roar; and high above its banks
The river lift; before whose rushing tide,
Herds, flocks, and harvests, cottages, and swains,
Roll mingled down; all that the winds had spar'd
In one wild moment ruined; the big hopes
And well-earned treasures of the painful year.

5173

Thomson: Seasons. Autumn. Line 330

The sky

1s overcast, and musters muttering thunder,

In clouds that seem approaching fast, and show

In forked flashes a commanding tempest.

5174

Byron: Sardanapalus. Act ii. Sc. 1

Hark! hark! deep sounds, and deeper still,
Are howling from the mountain's bosom :
There's not a breath of wind upon the hill,
Yet quivers every leaf, and drops each blossom;
Earth groans as if beneath a heavy load.

5175

Byron: Heaven and Earth. Pt. i. Sc. 3
Far along

From peak to peak, the rattling crags among
Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud,
But every mountain now hath found a tongue,
And Jura answers, through her misty shroud,
Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud.

5176

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 92. The night grows wondrous dark: deep-swelling gusts And sultry stillness take the rule by turns;

Whilst o'er our heads the black and heavy clouds

Roll slowly on. This surely bodes a storm.

5177

Joanna Baillie: Rayner. Act ii. Sc. 1.

TEMPTATION -see Saints.

How many perils doe enfold

The righteous man to make him daily fall.

5178 Spenser: Faerie Queene. Bk. i. Canto viii. St 1

Oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

The instruments of darkness tell us truths;

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

In deepest consequence.

5179

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3

To fly the boar, before the boar pursues,
Were to incense the boar to follow us,

And make pursuit where he did mean no chase.
5180

Shaks.: Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 2

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
The genius and the mortal instruments
Are then in council; and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.

5181

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1

'Tis the temptation of the devil
That makes all human actions evil;
For saints may do the same things by
The spirit, in sincerity,

Which other men are tempted to,
And at the devil's instance do:

And yet the actions be contrary,

Just as the saints and wicked vary.

5182

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. ii. Canto ii. Line 233

The veriest hermit in the nation

May yield, God knows, to strong temptation.

5183

Pope: Im. of Horace. Bk. ii. Satire vi. Line 181

But who can view the ripen'd rose, nor seek

To wear it? who can curiously behold

The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek,

Nor feel the heart can never all grow old?

5184

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St 11

TENDERNESS.

Higher than the perfect song
For which love longeth,

Is the tender fear of wrong,
That never wrongeth.

5185

TERROR-see Alarm.

Bayard Taylor: Improvisations. Pt. v

The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd,
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth,
And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change.
5186

THAMES-see Rivers.

Shaks.: Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 4

O, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
My great example, as it is my theme!

Though deep, yet clear: though gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full.

5187

Denham: Cooper's Hill. Line 189

The time shall come, when, free as seas or wind,
Unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind,
Whole nations enter with each swelling tide,
And seas but join the regions they divide;
Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold,
And the new world launch forth to seek the old.
5188

Pope: Windsor Forest Line 397.

THANKFULNESS -see Gratitude.

The poorest service is repaid with thanks. 5189

Shaks.: Tam. of the S. Act iv. Sc. 3

Evermore thanks, the exchequer of th' poor;
Which, till my infant fortune comes to years,
Stands for my bounty.

5190

Shaks.: Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3

Thanks to men

Shaks.: Titus And. Act i. Sc.

Of noble minds, is honorable meed.

5191

Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,
The bee's collected treasures sweet,
Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet
The still small voice of gratitude.

5192 THEATRICALS

Gray: Ode for Music. Line 61

see Actors, Drama, Stago. Immortal Rich! how calm he sits at ease, 'Mid snows of paper, and fierce hail of pease; And, proud his mistress' orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm. 5193

CHEFT.

Pope: Dunciad. Bk. iii. Line 261

I'll example you with thievery : The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief.

5194

Shaks.: Timon of A. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief. 5195

Shaks.: M. for M. Act iv. Sc. 2.

And easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know. 5196

Shaks.: Titus. And. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Your thief looks

Exactly like the rest, or rather better;
'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon,

That wise men know your felon by his features.

5197

THEORY.

Byron: Werner. Act ii. Sc. 1

'Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wine
On vain refinements vainly to refine,
To laugh at poverty in plenty's reign,
To boast of apathy when out of pain,
And in each sentence, worthy of the schools,
Varnish'd with sophistry, to deal out rules
Most fit for practice, but for one poor fault
That into practice they can ne'er be brought.
5198

THIRST- -see Water.

Churchill: Farewell. Line

That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath
Of those that die the soldier's fiery death;

In vain impels the burning mouth to crave

One drop the last to cool it for the grave.

5199

Pyron Lara. Canto ii. St. 16

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