Spenser. How many great ones may remembered be, No gentle Wits, through pride or covetize, THEN came the Autumne, all in Yellow clad, As though he joyed in his plenteous store, Laden with Fruits that made him laugh, full glad Had by the belly oft him pinched sore; Upon his Head a Wreath, that was enrold To reape the ripened Fruit the which the Earth had yold. CURSED Lust of Gold: when for thy sake The Fool throws up his interest in both worlds, First starv'd in this, then damn'd in that to come. Avarice. Spenser. ND greedy Avarice by him did ride Two iron coffers hong on either side, With precious Metall full as they might hold, And right and wrong ylike in equall ballaunce waide. THE Love of Gold, that meanest rage, And latest folly of Man's sinking age, Avarice. Pope. ICHES, like Insects, when conceal'd they lie, R Wait but for wings, and in their season fly. Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, may be remarked, for the comfort of honest Poverty, good Qualities to recommend them. This is a Weed that will grow in a barren Soil. VARICE often produces opposite effects: there is an all their property to doubtful and distant Expectations; others despise great future Advantages to obtain present Interests of a trifling nature. Avarice. - La Rochefoucauld. XTREME Avarice almost always mistakes itself; of its Object, nor on which the Present exercises so much Power to the prejudice of the Future. Avarice. Colton. THE Avarice of the Miser may be termed the grand Sepulchre of all his other Passions, as they successively decay. But, unlike other Tombs, it is enlarged by Repletion, and strengthened by Age. S those that pull down private houses adjoining to A the Temples of the Gods, prop up such parts as aro contiguous to them; so, in undermining Bashfulness, due regard is to be had to adjacent Modesty, Good-Nature, and Humanity. THERE are two distinct Sorts of what we call Bashfulness; this, the awkwardness of a Booby, which a few steps into the world will convert into the pertness of a Coxcomb; that, a Consciousness, which the most delicate Feelings produce, and the most extensive Knowledge cannot always remove. Beauty. - Byron. AN Eye's an Eye, and whether black or blue, Is no great matter, so 'tis in request; 'Tis Nonsense to dispute about a Hue The kindest may be taken as a Test. The fair sex should be always fair; and no Man, Beauty. Sir A. Hunt. WHAT is Beauty? Not the Show Of shapely Limbs and Features. No. That have their dated hours To breathe their momentary Sweets, then go. WH BUT then her Face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, Beauty. — Byron. HO hath not proved how feebly Words essay Beauty. — Shakespeare. FOR her own Person, It beggar'd all Description: she did lie O'erpicturing that Venus, where we see Beauty. Spenser. LONG while I sought to what I might compare Those powerful Eyes, which lighten my dark Spirit; Yet found I nought on Earth, to which I dare Resemble the Image of their goodly light. Not to the Sun, for they do shine by Night; Nor to the Moon, for they are changed never; Nor to the Stars, for they have purer Sight; Nor to the Fire, for they consume not ever; Nor to the Lightning, for they still presever; Nor to the Diamond, for they are more tender; Nor unto Chrystal, for nought may them sever; Nor unto Glass, such Baseness mought offend her; Then to the Maker's Self they likest be; Whose light doth lighten all that here we see. Beauty. — Shakespeare. COULD Beauty have better commerce than with Honesty? Beauty. — Spenser. FOR shee was full of amiable Grace, And manly Terror mixed therewithall; That as the one stirr'd up Affections base, So th' other did Man's rash Desires apall, And hold them backe, that would in error fall: As he that hath espide a vermeill Rose, To which sharpe Thornes and Breeres the way forstail, Dare not for Dread his hardy Hand expose, But wishing it farr off his ydle Wish doth lose. Beauty. Spenser. HE Fairness of her Face no tongue can tell, And Angels eke, in Beautie doth excell, Beauty. Byron. As Socking not to know it; silent, lone, gazed upon a World she scarcely knew As grows a Flower, thus quietly she grew, And kept her Heart serene within its Zone. There was Awe in the Homage which she drew; Her Spirit seem'd as seated on a throne Apart from the surrounding World, and strong In its own strength-most strange in one so young! Beauty. Rochester. H! she is the Pride and Glory of the World: Life, a base slavery; Empire but a mock; Beauty. Shakespeare. ALL Orators are dumb when Beauty pleadeth. BEAUTY, like the fair Hesperian Tree Laden with blooming Gold, had need the guard HER Looks were like beams of the morning Sun, When first the fleecie Cattle have begun HER ER glossy Hair was cluster'd o'er a Brow Bright with Intelligence, and fair and smooth; Her Eyebrows' Shape was like the aerial Bows, Her Cheek all purple with the beam of Youth, Mounting at times to a transparent glow, As if her Veins ran lightning. Beauty. Shakespeare. FAIR Ladies, mask'd, are Roses in their Bud: Dismask'd, their damask sweet commixture shown, Are Angels veiling Clouds, or Roses blown. |