1. OPPRESSION-TYRANNY. Oh, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. SHAKSPEARE. 2. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear, Who, in his drearest need, will fly from him. SHAKSPEARE. 3. And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, SHAKSPEARE. 4. "Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known, Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own. 5. So spake the fiend, and with necessity, HERRICK. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 6. When force invades the gift of nature, life, . The eldest law of nature, bids defence; His death's his crime, not ours. 7. I am told thou call'st thyself a king; 8. Know, if thou art one, that the poor have rights; Where, alas, Is innocence secure? Rapine and spoil DRYDEN. AARON HILL. Haunt e'en the lowest deeps: seas have their sharks; Rivers and ponds enclose the ravenous pike, SOMERVILE'S Chase. 438 9. ORATOR. Shall we resign Our hopes, renounce our rights, forget our wrongs, Cries, "Be it so?" SIR A. HUNT. 10. Th' oppressive, sturdy, man-destroying villains, BLAIR'S Grave. 11. Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of sensual sloth - produce ten thousand tyrants, The worst acts of one energetic master, However harsh and hard in his own bearing. BYRON'S Sardanapalus. 12. To trample on all human feelings, all The fiends, who will one day requite them in BYRON'S Two Foscari. 13. Tyranny's the worst of treasons. The prince, who Neglects or violates his trust, is more A brigand than the robber-chief. BYRON'S Two Foscari. ORATOR. (See ELOQUENCE.) ORDER. 1. Order, thou eye of action! wanting thee, Wisdom works hoodwink'd in perplexity; Entangled reason trips at every pace, And truth, bespotted, puts on error's face. AARON HILL. 2. Order is heaven's first law; and this confess'd, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest. POPE'S Essay on Man. 1. PAIN. The poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal suffering feels a pang as great As when a giant dies. 2. Our pains are real things, and all Our pleasures but fantastical; Diseases of their own accord, But cures come difficult and hard. SHAKSPEARE. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 3. And heard the everlasting yawn confess The pain, the misery of idleness. 4. Again the play of pain Shoots o'er his features, as the sudden gust POPE. Even with the crown of glory in his eyes, As was forced on him. BYRON. BYRON'S Two Foscari. 440 PAINTING - PORTRAIT. PAINTING-PORTRAIT. 1. Good heaven! that sots and knaves should be so vain, And stand recorded, at their own request, 2. Hure fabled chiefs, in darker ages born, And legislators seem to think in stone. DRYDEN. POPE'S Temple of Fame. 3. All that imagination's power could trace, Breath'd in the Pencil's imitative grace; O'er all the canvas, form, and soul, and feeling, From the Spanish. 4. This is the pictur'd likeness of my love: Here, while I gaze within those large, dark eyes, 5. His pencil was striking, resistless and grand; His pencil our faces, his manners our heart. 1. Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams; 2. A little fire is quickly trodden out, 3. Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire. 4. As fruits, ungrateful to the planter's care, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. POPE'S Essay on Man. |