The sages say, Dame Truth delights to dwell Birthday Ode. J. WOLCOTT (Peter Pindar). Get but the truth once uttered, and 't is like Glance Behind the Curtain. J. R. LOWELL. TYRANNY. So spake the Fiend, and with necessity, Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON. Tyranny Absolves all faith; and who invades our rights, Gustavus Vasa, Act iv. Sc. 1. H. BROOKE. Tyranny Is far the worst of treasons. Dost thou deem A brigand than the robber-chief. The Two Foscari, Act ii. Sc. 1. LORD BYRON. Slaves would be tyrants if the chance were theirs. The Vanished City. V. HUGO. 'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known: Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their owne. Kings and Tyrants. R. HERRICK. Oh! it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet; Would use his heaven for thunder, Nothing but thunder. Merciful Heaven! Most ignorant of what he 's most assured, Measure for Measure, Act 1i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. VANITY. As eddies draw things frivolous and light, Night Thoughts, Night VIIİ. DR. E. YOUNG. One prospect lost, another still we gain; And not a vanity is giv'n in vain : Essay on Man, Epistle II. A. POPE. Sir Plume (of amber snuff-box justly vain, Rape of the Lock. A. POPE. Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1. VARIETY. SHAKESPEARE. The earth was made so various, that the mind The Task, Bk. I. Variety 's the very spice of life, The Timepiece: The Task, Bk. II. W. COWPER. W.COWPER. Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused, And where, though all things differ, all agree. Windsor Forest. A. POPE. How various his employments whom the world Esteems that busy world an idler too! The Task: The Timepiece. W.COWPER. VIRTUE. The world in all doth but two nations bear, The Loyal Scot. A. MARVELL. What nothing earthly gives or can destroy,- Essay an Man, Epistle IV. A. POPE. Virtue, not rolling suns, the mind matures, Night Thoughts, Night V. DR. E. YOUNG. Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows. Paradise Lost, Bk. V. MILTON. Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be wooed, and not unsought be won. Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII. MILTON. Know then this truth (enough for man to know), "Virtue alone is happiness below." Essay on Man, Epistle IV. A. POPE. For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, That virtue only makes our bliss below, Essay on Man, Epistle IV. A. POPE. Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps; Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. Night Thoughts, Night VI. DR. E. YOUNG. Abashed the devil stood. Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. So dear to heaven is saintly chastity, MILTON. That, when a soul is found sincerely so, Comus. MILTON. Adieu, dear, amiable youth! Your heart can ne'er be wanting! Erect your brow undaunting! In ploughman phrase, "God send you speed," Still daily to grow wiser; And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser! Epistle to a Young Friend. R. BURNS. Though lone the way as that already trod, To One Deceived. H. T. TUCKERMAN. Virtue she finds too painful to endeavor, Moral Essays, Epistle II. A. POPE. Keep virtue's simple path before your eyes, Tancred, Act v. Sc. 8. J. THOMSON. Count that day lost whose low descending sun Staniford's Art of Reading. ΑΝΟΝΥΜOUS. This above all. -to thine own self be true; It is a dream, sweet child! a waking dream, A blissful certainty, a vision bright, Of that rare happiness, which even on earth Heaven gives to those it loves. The Spanish Student, Act iii. Sc. 5. H. W. LONGFELLOW. Hence the fool's paradise, the statesman's scheme, And poet's vision of eternal fame. Dunciad, Bk. III. A. POPE. And still they dream, that they shall still succeed; The Task, Bk. VI. W.COWPER. [Witches vanish. BANQUO. The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanished? MACBETH.-Into the air; and what seemed corporal melted As breath into the wind. Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE. Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds. Julius Cæsar, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. Lochiel, Lochiel! beware of the day; For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal; "T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. Lochiel's Warning. WAR. T. CAMPBELL. My sentence is for open war; of wiles Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON. And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, Cry "Havock!" and let slip the dogs of war. Julius Cæsar, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. In every heart The Task: Winter Morning Walk. W. COWPER. Long peace, I find, Mustapha. D. MALLET. |