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ENJOYMENT - HAPPINESS, &c.
Too late I find how madly vain our toil
The highest hills are miles below the sky,
My life has been like summer skies
MRS. L. P. SMITH.
Pleasure's the only noble end,
Gone-like a meteor, that o'er head
MOORE's Loves of the Angels
How deep, how thorough-felt the glow
MOORE'S Lalla Rookh
For she hath liv'd with heart and soul alive
MRS. A. B. WELBY.
ENTERPRISE - ENTHUSIASM.
There are some hours that pass so soon,
May thy soul with pleasure shine,
MRS. A. B. WELBY
Ah Pauline! who can gaze upon thee now
May friendship open unto you
May hope not too deceptive prove ;— May sweet contentment round you throw Such bliss as may be found below!
ENTERPRISE. (See ACTIVITY.)
No searea conscience is so fell
As that which has been burnt with zeal;
A great impediment to zeal,
As zeal a pestilent disease
J. T. WATSON.
Zeal and duty are not slow;
But on occasion's forelock watchful wait.
MILTON's Paradise Regained.
None seconded, as out of reason judg'd,
MILTON'S Paradise Regained
On such a theme 't were impious to be calm;
For virtue's self may too much zeal be had :
-With all the zeal
And rash enthusiasm, in good society,
BYRON'S Siege of Corinth
But faith, fanatic faith, once wedded fast
BYRON'S Don Juan.
ENVY. (See CALUMNY.)
MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.
Consider, man; weigh well thy frame,
Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made
Order is heaven's first law; and, this confest,
None but thyself can be thy parallel.
To cope with thee, would be about as vain
POPE'S Essay on Man
POPE'S Essay on Man.
As some fierce comet of tremendous size,
BYRON'S Don Juan.
POLLOK's Course of Time. For mountains issue out of plains, and not Plains out of mountains; and so, likewise, kings Are of the people, not the people of kings.
For he that once hath missèd the right way,
More proselytes and converts use t' accrue
Even so, by tasting of that fruit forbid,
Where they sought knowledge, they did error find
And to give passion eyes, made reason blind.
Truth, crush'd to earth, shall rise again:
Love is not love,
When it is mingled with respects, that stand
For all true love is grounded on esteem.
O, why is gentle love
A stranger to that mind,
Which pity and esteem can move,
W. C. BRYANT.
Take my esteem, if you on that can live;
She attracts me daily with her gentle virtues,
JAMES A. HILLHOUSE