What peremptory, eagle-sighted eye To splendour only do we live? Must pomp alone our thoughts employ? SHAKSPEARS. Is dearly bought with love and joy. CARTWRIGHT. Can wealth give happiness? look round and see, STATESMAN - SUCCESS, &c. 485 STATESMAN. A statesman, that can side with every faction, When he hath wrought the business up to danger. Forbear, you things That stand upon the pinnacles of state, To boast your slippery height; when you do fall, SHIRLEY. BEN JONSON. Thus the court wheel goes round, like fortune's ball; One statesman rising on another's fall. rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state: deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care. R. BROME. Had I miscarried, I had been a villain; HIGGONS. 486 SUICIDE. "Tis not in mortals to command success; But we'll do more, Sempronius — we 'll deserve it. It is success that colours all in life; Success makes fools admir'd, makes villains honest. Applause Waits on success; the fickle multitude, THOMSON. Like the light straw that floats along the stream, FRANKLIN. But who shall tax successful villany, Or call the rising traitor to account? SUICIDE. The dread of something after death, Than fly to others, that we know not of. HAVARD. SHAKSPEARE Oh! that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and dissolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not set To run away SHAKSPEARE. From this world's ills, that, at the very worst. BLAIR'S Grave. SUMMER-SUN, &c. Fear, guilt, despair, and moon-struck frenzy, rush To cut his throat a brave man scorns; FENTON 487 BUTLER'S Hudibras. He with delirious laugh the dagger hurl'd, CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope I mean not That poor-soul'd piece of heroism, self-slaughter; There's many a better thing to do than die! G. DARLEY SUPERIORITY. (See EQUALITY.) 488 SYMPATHY - TASTE, &o. SYMPATHY. Kindness by secret sympathy is tied, DRYDEN. Shame on those breasts of stone, that cannot melt In soft adoption of another's sorrow! AARON HILL Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below: Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountain flow. MRS. HEMANS. There's nought in this bad world like sympathy; 'Tis so becoming to the soul and faceSets to soft music the harmonious sigh, And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. BYRON'S Don Juan. I know thee not and yet our spirits seem I know thee not MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY -I never heard thy voice, Yet, could I choose a friend from all mankind, Thy spirit high should be my spirit's choice, Thy heart should guide my heart, thy mind, my mind. |