VILLAINY.

Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,

Of crooked counsels and dark politics,
0. POPE-Temple of Fame. L. 410.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n out of holy writ,
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
p. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 336.

O villainy! Ho! let the door be lock'd;
Treachery! seek it out.

q. Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 322.
The learned pate

Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique; There's nothing level in our cursed natures, But direct villainy.

Timon of Athens. Act IV. Sc. 3.

r.

L. 17.

But if

8.

Villain and he be many miles asunder. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 5.

L. 82.

VIRTUE.

Whilst shame keeps its watch, virtue is not wholly extinguished in the heart.

aa. BURKE Reflections on the Revolution in France.

Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her
Is righted even when men grant they err.
GEORGE CHAPMAN-Monsieur D'Olive.
Act I. Sc. 1. L. 127.

bb.

Virtue is a habit of the mind, consistent with nature and moderation and reason. b. CICERO-Rhetorical Invention. Bk. II. Sc. LIII.

Well may your heart believe the truths I tell ; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. c. COLLINS-Eclogue I. L. 5. Selim.

Is virtue a thing remote? I wish to be virtuous, and lo! virtue is at hand. d.

CONFUCIUS-Analects. Bk. I. Ch. IV.

Virtue is not left to stand alone. He who practices it will have neighbors.

CONFUCIUS--Analects. Bk. IV.

Ch. XXV.

e.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. p. HERBERT The Church. Virtue.

Were in the flat sea sunk.

w. MILTON-Comus. L. 373.

Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, Surprised by unjust force, but not inthralled; Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm

Shall in the happy trial prove most glory. x. MILTON-Comus. L. 589.

I find that the best virtue I have has in it some tincture of vice.

y. MONTAIGNE-Essays. That we Taste Nothing Pure.

For virtue only finds eternal Fame. 2. PETRARCH-The Triumph of Fame. Pt. I. L. 183.

But sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.

What then? Is the reward of virtue bread? aa. POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 149.

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies forever.

g. POPE-Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 163. Sweet drop of pure and pearly light; In thee the rays of Virtue shine; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine. h. SAM'L ROGERS-On a Tear.

According to his virtue let us use him,
With all respect and rites of burial.

i. Julius Cæsar. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 76.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

j. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 160.

For in the fatness of these pursy times Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg. k. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 153. His virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against

The deep damnation of his taking-off. 1. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. L. 18.

I hold it ever. Virtue and cunning were endowments greater Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs May the two latter darken and expend; But immortality attends the former, Making a man a god.

m. Pericles. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 27.

Virtue, the greatest of all monarchies.
บ. SWIFT-Ode. To the Hon. Sir William
Temple.

What, what is virtue, but repose of mind,
A pure ethereal calm, that knows no storm;
Above the reach of wild ambition's wind,
Above those passions that this world deform
And torture man.
w.

THOMSON-Castle of Indolence.
Canto I. St. 16.

Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.

x. EDMUND WALLER-Epigram Upon the Golden Medal. L. 14. Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.

y. IZAAK WALTON-Compleat Angler. Pt. I. Ch. II. (Continued.) Few men have virtue to withstand the highest bidder.

Hence the fool's paradise, the statesman's

scheme,

The air-built castle, and the golden dream, The maid's romantic wish, the chemist's flame,

And poet's vision of eternal fame.

1. POPE-Dunciad. Bk. III. L. 9.

Our revels now are ended. These, our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.

m. Tempest. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 148. But shapes that come not at an earthly call, Will not depart when mortal voices bid. WORDSWORTH-Dion. V.

n.