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O wherefore should I busk my head ?
Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
And says he'll never love me mair.
The sheets shall ne'er be prest by me:
And shake the green leaves aff the tree ?
For of my life I am wearie,
HAPPINESS. PHILOSOPHICAL happiness is to want little ; civil or vulgar happiness is to want much, and to enjoy much.*
BURKE. To be happy, the passion must be cheerful and gay, not gloomy and melancholy. A propensity to hope and joy is real riches; one to fear and sorrow, real poverty.
HUME. TRUE happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise; it arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one's self; and in the next, from the friendship and conversa tion of a few select companions.
Spectator, No. 15. HAPPINESS is the fruit of a man's own care and industry, as it consists in the goodness of his dispositions, his inclinations, and his actions.
ANTONINUS. The human mind, in proportion as it is deprived of external resources, sedulously labours to find within itself the means of
* This gives a different turn to the reflections of the wise man and the fool. The first endeavours to shine in himself, and the last to outshine others. The first is humbled by the sense of his own infirmities, the last is lifted up by the discovery of those which he observes in other men. The wise man considers what he wants, and the fool what he abounds in. The wise man is happy when he gains his own approbation, and the fool when he recommends himself to the applause of those about him.
happiness, learns to rely with confidence on its own exertions, and gains with greater certainty the power of being happy.
ZIMMERMAN. THAT all who are happy are equally happy, is not true. A peasant and a philosopher may be equally satisfied, but not equally happy. Happiness consists in the multiplicity of agreeable consciousness. A peasant has not capacity for having equal happiness with a philosopher. This question was very happily illustrated by the Rev. Mr. Robert Brown, at Utrecht: “A small drinking-glass and a large one,” said he, "may be equally full, but a large one holds more than the small."
JOHNSON. THE haunts of happiness are varied and rather unaccountable, but I have more often* seen her among little children, and home firesides, and in country houses, than any where else,-at least I think so.
How distant oft the thing we dote on most,
Young. Night Thoughts.
THE FALLACY OF RELYING UPON GENERAL OPINION. HE that rests upon established consent, as the judgment approved by time, trusts to a very fallacious and weak foundation : for we have but an imperfect knowledge of the discoveries in arts and sciences made public in different ages
and countries. Nor is consent, or the continuance thereof, a thing of any great account: for however governments may vary, there is but one state of the sciences : and that will for ever be democratic or popular. But the doctrines of greatest vogue among the people, are either the contentious and quarrelsome, or the showy and empty; that is, such as may either entrap the assent or lull the mind to rest: whence of course the greatest geniuses in all ages have suffered violence, whilst, out of regard to their own character, they submitted to the judgment of the times and the populace. And thus, when any more sublime speculations happened to appear, they were commonly tossed and extinguished by the breath of popular opinion. Whence time, like a river, has brought down to us what is light and tumid, but sunk what was ponderous and solid.
* If solid happiness we prize,
And they are fools who roam :
COTTON. The Fireside.
HER feet, beneath her petticoat,
As if they fear'd the light:
SUCKLING. Ballad upon a Wedding.
And the night shall be fill’d with music,
And the cares that infest the day
E'en drown'd himsel' amang the nappy ;*
• Cares have commonly very little jurisdiction over the time that is spent in eating and drinking.
As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,
BURNS. Tam OʻShanter.
He that hath seen a great oak dry and dead,
many young plants spring out of her rind;
SPENSER. The Ruines of Rome.
As 't were its natural torches, for divine
Of contemplation; and the azure gloom
Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven,
For which the palace of the present hour
But when the rising moon begins to climb
Then in the magic circle raise the dead :
Childe Harold, Canto IV.
WESTWARD, much nearer by south-west, behold!