Think not, the good, The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done, Ibid. Rowe's Tamerlane. The generous pride of virtue Disdains to weigh too nicely the returns Her bounty meets with-Like the liberal gods, Thomson's Coriolanus, a. 3, s. 2. The truly generous is the truly wise; And he who loves not others, lives unblest. Hume's Douglas. But to the generous still-improving mind, Boastless, as now descends the silent dew; Thomson's Seasons-Summer. There are, while human miseries abound, Armstrong's Art of Preserving Health, b. 2. CHARITY CHASTITY-CHILDREN. I mean the man, who when the distant poor CHASTITY. 35 Cowper's Task, b. 4. So dear to Heav'n is saintly chastity, Milton's Comus:. In thy fair brow there's such a legend writ Congeal'd to chrystal, is so frosty chaste Dryden's Albion and Albanus. CHILDREN.. Children blessings seem, but torments are, When young our folly, and when old our fear. Otway's Don Carlos.. Thanks to the gods, my boy has done his duty! Addison's Cato. Look here and weep with tenderness and transport! To these best joys, which holy love bestows? Art the true judge of what can make us happy. Why was my pray'r accepted? why did Heav'n In Hannah More's Moses, p. 1. When heaven and angels, earth and earthly things Where I will hide, nor hear the trump of doom. Thou art my daughter-never loved as now- Maturin's Fredolfo. He smiles, and sleeps!-sleep on And smile, thou little, young inheritor Of a world scarce less young: sleep on, and smile! Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering Byron's Cain, a. 3, s. 1. And innocent ! Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms, Self-flattered, unexperienced, high in hope, Ibid. When young, with sanguine cheer, and streamers gay We cut our cable, launch into the world, And fondly dream each wind and star our friend. Young's Night Thoughts, n. 8. O what passions then What melting sentiments of kindly care, On the new parents seize. Thomson's Seasons-Spring CHURCHYARD-CLEANLINESS-CLERGY. Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, 37 Thomson's Seasons-Spring. Meantime a smiling offspring rises round, CHURCHYARD. The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Ibid. Rests from his labours; where th' insulting proud Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard; Where human folly sleeps. Dyer's Ruins of Rome. Strange things, the neighbours say, have happen'd there : Wild shrieks have issued from the hollow tombs, CLEANLINESS. Even from the body's purity, the mind Thomson's Seasons-Summer. CLERGY. Why seek we truth from priests? The smiles of courtiers, and the harlot's tears The tradesman's oath, and mourning of an heir, Oh! why has priesthood privilege to lie, If we must pray Lee's Edipus. Rear in the streets bright altars to the gods, And not a grey-beard forging priest come there, And with their dotage mad the gaping world. Is not the care of souls a load sufficient? Ibid. And leave you much to answer, if one wretch I tell thee, Mufti, if the world were wise, Bloated with ambition, pride, and avarice, For give you but a foot of conscience there, I met a reverend, fat, old, gouty friar, Ibid. Dryden's Spanish Friar. |