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tongue, that an echo must wait till she dies, before it can catch her last words.
Speed. ITEM, she is slow in words.
Launce. O villain, that set this down among her vices ! To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for her chief virtue.
Speed. Item, she is proud.
Laun. Out with that, too; it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act II.
THERE is the same difference between their tongues as between the hour and the minute hand, one goes ten times as fast, and the other signifies ten times as much.
SIDNEY SMITH. Letters.
WHO, inattentive to answers accumulates questions, means not to be informed, and he who means not to be informed acts like a fool.
AN IDLE PRATTLER.
O BEAR with him; an' he should lack matter and words too, 'twere pitiful.
BEN JONSON. Every Man out of his Humour.
PEACE, brother; be not over exquisite
To cast the fashion of uncertain evils,
For grant they be so; while they rest unknown,
How bitter is such self delusion!
I do not think my sister so to seek,
Or so unprincipled in virtue's book,
And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever,
(Not being in danger, as I trust she is not)
Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts,
And put them into misbecoming plight.
Virtue could see to do what virtue would*
Who never melts or thaws
At close temptations: when the day is done,
By her own radiant light, though sun and moon
Where with her best nurse, contemplation,
She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings,
Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.
SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turns to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
IT is one, * and not the least, of the many trials which virtue has to encounter, that she is liable to be seduced from her more
His goodness sets not, but in dark can run;
The sun to others writeth laws,
And is their virtue: virtue is his sun.
Court-virtues bear, like gems, the highest rate,
Born where heaven's influence scarce can penetrate:
tranquil, but happier path, by the imposing bustle, the entertaining whims, the everchanging, careless, animating revelry, which may generally be found in the haunts of her most fatal enemies.
SMYTH. Lectures on Modern History, Lecture 19.
MORTALS that would follow me,
Love virtue; she alone is free:
She can teach ye how to climb
Heaven itself would stoop to her.
It is pleasant to be virtuous and good, because that is to excel many others; it is pleasant to grow better, because that is to excel ourselves: it is pleasant to mortify and subdue our lusts, because that is victory: it is pleasant to command our appetites and passions, and to keep them in due order within the bounds of reason and religion, because this is empire.
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
For Summer has o'er brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Though the same sun, with all-diffusive rays,
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Or by a cider-press, with patient look
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ah, where are they?
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies!
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
How splendid all the sky! how still!
How soft the whispers of the rill
As if, the Summer's labour past, she chose
Man verging gradual from his prime,
His flowery Spring of pleasure's o'er,
And Summer's full-blown pride no more,
He gains pacific Autumn, meek and bland,
And dauntless braves the stroke of Winter's palsied hand. FRANCIS FAWKES. An Autumnal Ode.
How calm, how beautiful, comes on
MOORE. Lalla Rookh.
THE wond'rous boat scant touch'd the troubled main,
FAIRFAX' TASSO. Book XV.
And sage Hippotades their answer brings,
The air was calm, and on the level brine
Sleek Panope with all her sisters play'd.