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Baseness is mutability's ally,
A mind that, in a calm angelic mood
Affection, earth's great purifier, stirs
There is in life no blessing like affection;
Percival. Affection is the Deity's best gift, The brightest star that glitters in his crown, And flashes its refulgence to the earth.
Ann S. Stevens.
And master when it sinneth,
AFFLICTION. Though affliction, at the first, doth vex Most virtuous natures, from the sense that 't is Unjustly laid; yet, when the amazement which That new pain brings is worn away, they then Embrace oppression straight, with such Obedient cheerfulness, as if it came From heaven, not man. Sir William Davenant. Perfumes, the more they're chafed, the more they render Their pleasant scents; and so affliction Expresseth virtue fully, whether true, Or else adulterate.
John Webster. Like a ball that bounds According to the force with which 't was thrown, So in affliction's violence, he that's wise, The more he's cast down, will the higher rise.
OFT have they violated The temple, oft the law with foul affronts, Abominations rather.
His holy rites and solemn rites profaned,
Milton. You've done enough, for you designed my chains, The grace is vanished, but the affront remains.
Dryden. Young men soon forgive, and forget affronts; is slow in
When truth or virtue an affront endures,
He who cannot bear the brunt
Hath not sat at Jesus' feet;
Lessons hard to learn, yet sweet!
AFTER. 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
I still shall wait Some new hereafter, and a future state.
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
With some pain is fraught;
Shelley. Oh! it is ecstacy in early days, When youth is ours--before the scorching rays Of manhood's noon hath swept away the dew, That glitters in the eye when life is new, Yielding a freshness to the joyous scene, That makes the sky more blue, the earth more greenTo stand as now-upon the desert sea,
Forgetting earth and all that therein lowers; For then the soul unto eternity
Looks, and awhile the better land is ours: But it is otherwise in after years;
lews that were in youth are changed to tears; And though as blue the heavens—the earth as green, Alas! we see them not as we have seen.
Mrs. E. Thomas.
shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Shakspere. I have lived long enough: my way of life Has fall’n into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain cling to, but dare not.
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
Youth no less becomes
Shakspere. Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, And worthily becomes his silver locks; He wears the marks of many years well spent, Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience.
Rowe. What is age But the holy place of life, chapel of ease To all men's wearied miseries and to rob That of her ornament it is accurst, As from a priest to steal a holy vestment, Aye, and convert it to a sinful covering.–Massinger. Life ebbs from such old age, unmark'd and silent, As the slow neap-tide leaves yon stranded galley. Late she rock'd merrily at the least impulse That wind or wave could give; but now her keel Is settling on the sand, her mast has ta’en An angle with the sky, from which it shifts not. Each wave receding shakes her less and less, Till bedded on the strand, she shall remain Useless as motionless.
These are the effects of doting age.