6. The brave do never shun the light; Just are their thoughts, and open are their tempers; Still are they found in the fair face of day, 7. "T is great, 't is manly to disdain disguise; ROWE. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 8. A man of sense can artifice disdain, As men of wealth may venture to go plain; YOUNG'S Love of Fame. ASSASSINATION — MURDER. 1. Will all Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clear from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making this green one, red. 2. The great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then 3. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; 4. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 58 ASSOCIATES - COMPANY. 5. See his face is black and full of blood; His eyeballs further out than when he lived, His hair uprear'd; his nostrils stretch'd with struggling ; And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued. 6. Blood, though it sleeps a time, yet never dies; The gods on murd'rers fix revengeful eyes. 7. Murder itself is past all expiation, SHAKSPEARE. CHAPMAN. 8. Is there a crime GoFFE. Beneath the roof of heaven, that stains the soul CIBBER. 9. Cease, triflers; would you have me feel remorse, And everlasting witness! whose unsinking I know not; but if thou seest what I am, I think thou wilt forgive him, whom his God 2. So lilies in a glass enclose The glass will seem as white as those. 3. "Tis hard, where dulness overrules, To keep good sense in crowds of fools; 4. Then must I plunge again into the crowd COWLEY. DEAN SWIFT. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 5. Then as we never met before, and never, BYRON. 6. Like the stain'd web, that whitens in the sun, Grow pure by being purely shone upon. MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. 1. 2. ASTONISHMENT-SURPRISE. As if to marble struck, devoid of sense, THOMSON'S Seasons. He stood Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life, THOMSON'S Seasons. 3. Were his eyes open? Yes, and his mouth too ;- BYRON'S Don Juan. 60 AUTHORS-WRITERS. 4. A war-horse, at the trumpet's sound, Than he who heard that vow display'd. BYRON's Bride of Abydos. AUTHORS -WRITERS. 1. How many great ones may remember'd be, 2. Which in their days most famously did flourish, No gentle wits, through pride or covetize, SPENSER'S Ruins of Time. He that writes, Or makes a feast, more certainly invites 3. Much thou hast said, which I know when SIR R. HOWARD. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 4. Authors are judg'd by strange capricious rules; The great ones are thought mad, the small ones fools; For fools are only laugh'd at-wits are hated. РОРЕ. 5. Some write, confin'd by physic; some, by debt; Some, for 't is Sunday; some, because 't is wet; Another writes because his father writ, And proves himself a bastard by his wit. 6. None but an author knows an author's cares, Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears. 7. Our doctor thus, with stuff'd sufficiency YOUNG. COWPER. MOORE. 8. One hates an author that's all author, fellows One don't know what to say to them, or think, Of coxcombry's worst coxcombs, e'en the pink These unquench'd snuffings of the midnight taper. 1. Perceivest thou not the process of the year, The summer grows adult, and ripens into man. . . . |