3. While in the dark on thy soft hand I hung, And heard the tempting syren in thy tongue, 4. Impell'd with steps unceasing to pursue From MARTIAL. Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view, GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 5. Those high-built hopes that crush us by their fall. 6. Successful love may sate itself away, The wretched are the faithful; 't is their fate, CAMPBELL. BYRON's Lament of Tasso. 7. Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss. BYRON'S Corsair. 8. I loved her well; I would have loved her better, Had love been met with love: as 't is, I leave her To brighter destinies, if so she deems them. BYRON'S Heaven and Earth. 9. O! ever thus from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never lov'd a tree or flower, But 't was the first to fade away! MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. 10. Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd, Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy'd! 11. The hopes my soul had cherish'd Have wither'd one by one, MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. And, tho' life's flowers have perish'd, 196 DISAPPOINTMENT. 12. Such gather'd dust, when they had hop'd to see The richest fruits; the buds that promis'd fair Were early blasted, or but grew to be A mockery-a harvest of despair. W. C. LODGE. 13. I will love her no more-it is heathenish thus To bow to an idol that bends not to us; Which heeds not, which hears not, which recks not for aught That the worship of years to its altar has brought. C. F. HOFFMAN. 14. Hope, cheated too often when life's in its spring, From the bosom that nurs'd it for ever takes wing; And memory comes, as its promises fade, To brood o'er the havoc that passion has made. 15. I knew not how I lov'd thee-no! I knew it not till all was o'er Until thy lip had told me so Had told me I must love no more! 16. The conflict is over-the struggle is past, C. F. HOFFMAN. C. F. HOFFMAN. I have look'd-I have lov'd-I have worshipp'd my last; And life hath hereafter not one to betray. C. F. HOFFMAN. 17. Ay, such is man's philosophy when woman is untrue, The loss of one but teaches him to make another do. 18. Oh! I am sick of this dark world, My heart, my best affections blighted, My dawning hopes so soon benighted. J. H. McILVANE. 19. The blighted prospects of an anxious life. CHARLES SPRAGUE. 20. We have cherish'd fair hopes, we have plotted brave schemes, We have liv'd till we find them illusive as dreams; 21. Farewell! my life may wear a careless smile, My words may breathe the very soul of lightness; EPES SARGENT. 22. The best enjoyment is half disappointment BAILEY'S Festus. 23. These were our hopes, but all our hopes are fled. 24. Not every flower that blossoms Diffuses sweets around; Not every scene hope gilds with light Will fair be found. MRS. S. J. HALE. 25. But it is past-bright, transient gleam 26. As poison will sometimes cure poison, J. T. WATSON. J. T. WATSON. DISCONTENT.-(See CONTENTMENT.) 198 DISCRETION - DISEASE, &c. DISCRETION. (See CAUTION.) DISEASE-HEALTH-PHYSICIAN, &c. 1. There never yet was a philosopher, 2. By medicines life may be prolong'd, yet death Will seize the Doctor too. SHAKSPEARE. 3. About his shelves, SHAKSPEARE. 4. A beggarly account of empty boxes, Out, ye impostors ! SHAKSPEARE. Quack-salving, cheating mountebanks-your skill 5. They are MASSINGER. Made of all terms and shreds; no less beliers Of great men's favours, than their own vile med'cines, Selling that drug for two pence, ere they part, 6. For men are brought to worse distresses, BEN JONSON. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 7. Wounds by the wider wounds are heal'd, And poisons by themselves expell'd. BUTLER'S Hudibras Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms 9. Th' ingredients of health and long life are Great temperance, open air, Easy labour, little care. MILTON. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 10. The surest road to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill;— 11. Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor power, 12. Next Gout appears, with limping pace, CHURCHILL. GAY's Fables. GAY's Fables. |