UNANIMITY - UNBELIEF-USURPER-VANITY. What Thy suing to these men were but the bleating Of wretches, from whose monstrous villanies Then was the evil day of tyranny, Of kingly and of priestly tyranny, That bruis'd the nations long. 535 Pollock's Course of Tune Have been of equal mind, except a few, Pollock's Course of Time. The enemy, although, of reverend look, Bryant. And what is this splendour that dazzles the sight, Byron's Doge of Venice. 'Tis a gleam that but deepens the horror of night-- The old human fiends, With one foot in the grave, with dim eyes, strange As palsied as their hearts are hard, they counsel, Else you dare not deal thus by them or me. There is a populace, perhaps, whose looks Anor.. A sceptre, snatch'd with an unruly hand, Thou hast under-wrought his lawful king, Upon the maiden virtue of the crown. Shaks. King John. A murderer, and a villain; May shame you; but they dare not groan nor Of your precedent lord: - a vice of kings: A cutpurse of the empire and the rule; VANITY. Shaks. Hamlet. Now 'gan his heart all swell in jollity, But for in court gay portance he perceiv'd A gallant show to be in greatest gree, VARIETY. Eftsoons to court he cast t' advance his first de- Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth Spenser's Fairy Queen. Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks gree. Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. Shaks. Richard II. These our actors, Milton's Comus If all the world I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, No penance can absolve our guilty fame; VICISSITUDE - VICTORY. 537 The heart resolves this matter in a trice, Pope. Pope's Rape of the Lock. Addison's Cato. When men of infamy to grandeur soar, Oh sad vicissitude Of earthly things! to what untimely end Upon the state of greatest monarchs, brought! A blossom full of promise is life's joy, Young's Love of Fame. Roses bloom, and then they wither; Ah me! from real happiness we stray, Thomson's Agamemnon. Ah, vice! how soft are thy voluptuous ways! A cherub-hydra round us dost thou gape, Not all that heralds rak'd from coffin'd clay, VICISSITUDE. Mrs. Embury. Thus doth the ever-changing course of things Daniel's Cleopatra. Beaumont and Fletcher's Monsieur Thomas. Markham and Sampson's Herod and Antipater. O! life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorn. Moore. Is wag'd in Heaven's approving sight- Ay, nerve thy spirit to the proof, Halleck. I never did repent for doing good, Whittier. And blench not at thy chosen lot, Bryant. Like spectral lamps, that burn before a tomb, I wave a torch, that floods the lessening gloom Crown'd with my constellated stars I stand Beside the foaming sea, And from the Future, with a victor's hand, Claim empire for the Free! Shaks. Merchant of Venice. Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Shaks. Measure for Measure I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind; Shaks. Henry VI. Part III. J. Bayard Taylor.-The Continents. Her marble hero stands, built of such basis, While they recoil and wound the shooter's face. Beaumont's Queen of Corinth. VILLAIN. But he's an arrant knave. Valour, employ'd in an ill quarrel, turns There s ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark, To cowardice, and virtue then puts on Given to make us wretched! ah! sad portion! Fatal to all that have thee! Shunn'd on earth, Depress'd, and shown but in severest trials: Condemn'd to solitude: then shining most, When black obscurity surrounds! Poor, poor! But ever beautiful. Lord Lansdown's Heroic Love. Then, to be good is to be happy: Angels Are happier than mankind, because they're better. Guilt is the source of sorrow: 't is the fiend, The avenging fiend, that follows us behind With whips and stings. The blest know none of this; Virtue, those that can behold thy beauties, Their minds grow strong against the storms of fortune; ness. Rowe's Fair Penitent. Virtue never is defac'd! unchang'd And stand, like rocks, in winter gusts unshaken. By strokes of fate, she triumphs o'er distress, Lord Brooke's Mustapha. Each must, in virtue, strive for to excel; That man lives twice, who lives the first life well. Herrick. The frowns of heaven are to the virtuous, like Those thick dark clouds, which wandering sea men spy, And often show the long-expected land Sir W. Davenant's Unfortunate Lovers. Whilst passion holds the helm, reason and honour Do suffer wrack; but they sail safe, and clear, Who constantly by virtue's compass steer. Davenport's King John and Matilda. This is true glory and renown, when God Looking on earth, with approbation marks The just man, and divulges him through heav'n To all his angels, who with true applause Recount his praise. Milton's Paradise Regained. Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt; Surpriz'd by unjust force, and not enthrall'd; Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory; But evil on itself shall back recoil. Millon. How strange a riddle virtue is! They never miss it, who possess it not; And they who have it ever find a want! Lord Rochester's Valentinian. If there's a power above us, And that there is, all nature crics aloud The man who consecrates his hours A good man, and an angel! these between, Young's Night Thoughts. end. The time that bears no fruit, deserves no name. The man of wisdom is the man of years. Young's Night Thoughts |