Away, then; work with boldness and with speed, Marlowe. For good and well must in our actions meet; Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.-Donne. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill; John Fletcher. Of every noble action, the intent The body sins not; 'tis the will Our unsteady actions cannot be Herrick. Sir R. Howard. Good actions crown themselves with lasting bays; Who deserves well needs not another's praise. Heath. Not always actions show the man; we find He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise; The reputation Of virtuous actions past, if not kept up With an access and fresh supply of new ones, The keen spirit Pope. Denham. Seizes the prompt occasion, makes the thoughts Plans and performs, resolves and executes! Hannah More. Do something! do it soon! with all thy might; And kindle in thy heart a flame refined: With thoughts all fix'd, and feelings purely kind; Strength to complete, and with delight review, And strength to give the praise where all is due. Trust no Future howe'er pleasant! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Wilcox. Longfellow. "Tis human actions print the chart of time. R. Montgomery. ACTORS-ACTING. FOR I did play a lamentable part: -Shakspere. When a good actor doth his part present, Denham. When, with mock majesty and fancied power, Make love in tropes, in bombast break his heart; And rhyme and quibble in the pains of death. Whose every look and gesture was a joke To clapping theatres, and shouting crowds, Tickell. And made even thick-lipped, musing melancholy Before she was aware. Actors I've seen, and of no vulgar name, Blair. Whether they are to laugh, cry, whine, or bawl, Churchill. Speech! is that all? and shall an actor found Allow them accent, cadence--fools may feel; But spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feel must feel themselves. Churchill. In shabby state they strut, in tattered robe, Churchill. 14 ADDRESS. ADIEU. ADDRESS. HENRY, in knots involving Emma's name, They both beheld thee with their sister's eyes, Prior. Addison. Thrice happy he, who with a good address, ADIEU. THEN came the parting hour, and what arise While now I take my last adieu, Heave thou no sigh, nor shed a tear; To things familiar, but my heart Egone. Crabbe. Prior. Caroline Bowles. Vanish'd, like dew-drops from the spray, W. G. Clark. ADMONITION. WHAT Could I more? I warn'd thee, I admonish'd thee, foretold To the Infinitely Good we owe Immortal thanks, and His admonishment Shall them admonish, and before them set He of their wicked ways The paths of righteousness. Milton. Milton, Milton. ADORATION. O CEREMONY! show me all thy worth! What is thy toll, O adoration! Art thou nought else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men? Wherein thou art less happy, being feared, Than they in fearing. What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poison'd flattery. I care not to be like the Horeb calf, Shakspere. One day adored, the next pasht all in pieces, Switzer's sloped greatness. I adore the sun, Old Play, 1601. True adoration! what a voice is thine! From earth it wanders through the heaven of heavens, There from the mercy-seat itself evokes An answer, thrilling the seraphic host With added glory of celestial song.-R. Montgomery. |