Age. Sir W. Temple.

THERE cannot live a more unhappy creature than an ill-natured old Man who is neither capable of receiving pleasures, nor sensible of doing them to others. Age. Armstrong.

THOUGH old, he still retain'd

His manly Sense and energy of Mind.
Virtuous and wise he was, but not severe;
He still remember'd that he once was young:
His easy presence check'd no decent joy.
Him even the dissolute admir'd; for he
A graceful looseness when he pleas'd put on,
And laughing could instruct.

A

GE should fly concourse, cover in retreat
Defects of Judgment, and the will subdue;
Walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore
Of that vast Ocean it must sail so soon.

Age. — Swift.

WHEN Men grow virtuous in their old Age, they are

merely making a sacrifice to God of the Devil's

lavings.

HO' now this grained face of mine be hid

snow,

And all the conduits of my Blood froze up;
Yet hath my night of life some memory;
My wasting lamp some fading Glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.

Age. Madame de Stael.

Ir is difficult to grow old gracefully.
Agreeableness.- La Rochefoucauld.

W that it consists in a Symmetry of which we huw

may say of Agreeableness, as distinct from Beauty,

no: the rules, and a secret Conformity of the Features to each other, and to the air and complexion of the Person. Aims. Kant.

WHAT

are the Aims, which are at the same time Duties? They are, the perfecting of ourselves, the happiness of others.

Ambition. La Rochefoucauld.

MODERATION cannot have the credit of combating

and subduing Ambition-they are never found together. Moderation is the Languor and Indolence of the Soul, as Ambition is its Activity and Ardour.

Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a Sea of Glory :
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown Pride
At length broke under me; and now has left me,
Weary, and old with service, to the mercy

Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Ambition. Byron.

E who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find

H The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;

He who surpasses or subdues Mankind,

Must look down on the hate of those below.

B and there hath been thy bane; there is a Fire
UT quiet to quick bosoms is a Hell,

And motion of the Soul which will not dwell
In its own narrow Being, but aspire
Beyond the fitting medium of Desire;
And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore,
Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire
Of aught but rest; a Fever at the core,

Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.

This makes the Madmen who have made men mad
By their contagion; Conquerors and Kings,
Founders of Sects and Systems, to whom add
Sophists, Bards, Statesmen, all unquiet Things
Which stir too Strongly the Soul's secret Springs,
And are themselves the Fools to those they fool;
Envied, yet how unenviable! what stings

Are theirs! One breast laid open were a School
Which would unteach Mankind the Lust to shine or rue.

A

SLAVE has but one Master, the Ambitious Man las

as many Masters as there are persons whose aid may contribute to the advancement of his Fortune.

REAMS, indeed, are Ambition; for the very substance

a

And I hold Ambition of so airy and light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow.

BRING

Make fair deductions; see to what they 'mount;

How much of other each is sure to cost;

How much for other oft is wholly lost;

How inconsistent greater goods with these;
How sometimes Life is risk'd, and always Ease;
Think, and if still the things thy envy call,
Say, wouldst thou be the man to whom they fall?
To sigh for ribbands, if thou art so silly,
Mark how they grace Lord Umbra, or Sir Billy.
Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life?
Look but on Gripus, or on Gripus' wife.
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of Mankind.

ET the World have their May-games, Wakes, Whitsuntales, their Dancings and Concerts; their Puppetshows, Hobby-horses, Tabors, Bagpipes, Balls, Barleybreaks, and whatever sports and recreations please them best, provided they be followed with discretion.

IF she must teem,
Create her child of Spleen, that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her!
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of Youth;
With cadent tears fret channels in her Cheeks;
Turn all her Mother's pains, and benefits,
To laughter and contempt; that she may feel,
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child!

VILLAINS, Vipers, damn'd without redemption;
Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man;

Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart;
Three Judases, each one thrice worse than Judas!

Anatomy. Melancthon.

is shameful for Man to rest in ignorance of the

I structure of his own Body, especially when the know

ledge of it mainly conduces to his welfare, and directs his application of his own Powers..

IT

is with Antiquity as with Ancestry, Nations are proud of the one, and Individuals of the other; but if they are nothing in themselves, that which is their pride ought to be their humiliation.

FRET, till your proud heart break;

Go, show your Slaves how choleric you are,

And make your Bondsmen tremble. Must I budge?
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under your testy humour? By the Gods,
You shall digest the venom of your Spleen,
Though it do split you: for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my Mirth, yea, for my Laughter,
When you are waspish.

Anger. Plutarch.

MIE continuance and frequent fits of Anger produce

propensity to be angry; which ofttimes ends in Choler, Bitterness, and Morosity; when the Mind becomes ulcerated, peevish, and querulous, and like a thin, weak plate of iron, receives impression, and is wounded by the least

Occurrence.

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ND him beside rides fierce revenging Wrath
Upon a Lion loth for to be led;

And in his hand a burning Brond he hath,
The which he brandisheth about his hed;
His eies did hurle forth sparcles fiery red,
And stared sterne on all that him beheld;
As ashes pale of hew and seeming ded;
And on his dagger still his hand he held,

Trembling through hasty Rage when Choler in him sweld.

MUST I give way and room to your rash Choler?
Shall I be frighted, when a Madman stares?

WHEN Anger rushes, unrestrain❜d to action,
Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way.

The Man of Thought strikes deepest, and strikes safely.
Anger. Clarendon.

ANGRY and choleric Men are as ungrateful and un

sociable as Thunder and Lightning, being in themselves all Storm and Tempests; but quiet and easy Natures are like fair Weather, welcome to all, and acceptable to all Men; they gather together what the other disperse, and reconcile all whom the other incense: as they have the good will and the good wishes of all other Men, so they have the full possession of themselves, have all their own thoughts at peace, and enjoy quiet and ease in their own fortunes, how strait soever it may be.

LET Your Reason with your Choler question

What 'tis you go about. Requires slow pace at first. A full hot horse; who being Self-mettle tires him.

To climb steep hills
Anger is like

allow'd his way,

Anger.

Colton.

The dhe rise upon our Confidence.
Sun should not set upon our Anger, neither

We should

freely forgive, but forget rarely. I will not be revenged, and this I owe to my enemy; but I will remember, and this I owe to myself.

Anger. Plutarch.

LAMENTATION is the only musician that always,

like a screech-owl, alights and sits on the roof of an angry Man.

H

Anger.

Plutarch.

AD I a careful and pleasant companion, that should

all take it ill; to behold a Man's self so unnaturally disguised and disordered, will conduce not a little to the Impeachment of Anger.

Antagonism. Greville.

SOME Characters are like some bodies in Chemistry : very good perhaps in themselves, yet fly off and refuse the least conjunction with each other.