If thou well observe The rule of 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 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, 5163 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, 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 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 The powers of the night, which, now gathering afar. 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; 5171 Thomson: Seasons. Summer. Line 799 Along the woods, along the moorish fens, 5172 Thomson: Seasons. Winter. Line 66. And sometimes too a burst of rain, Swept from the black horizon, broad, descends The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and still Lie sunk, and flatted, in the sordid wave. 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, 5175 Byron: Heaven and Earth. Pt. i. Sc. 3 From peak to peak, the rattling crags among 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, And make pursuit where he did mean no chase. Shaks.: Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 2 Between the acting of a dreadful thing 5181 Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1 'Tis the temptation of the devil Which other men are tempted to, 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 Is the tender fear of wrong, 5185 TERROR-see Alarm. Bayard Taylor: Improvisations. Pt. v The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd, THAMES-see Rivers. Shaks.: Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 4 O, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream Though deep, yet clear: though gentle, yet not dull; 5187 Denham: Cooper's Hill. Line 189 The time shall come, when, free as seas or wind, 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; 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, 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. Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 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 THIRST- -see Water. Churchill: Farewell. Line That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath 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 |