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DECEIT - HYPOCRISY.

6. Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
Over his country's wrongs; and, by this face,
This brow of seeming justice, he did win
The hearts of all that he did angle for.

SHAKSPEARE.

7. There is no vice so simple, but assumes

Some mark of virtue on its outward parts.

SHAKSPEARE.

8. You vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,

When, I am sure, you

hate me in your hearts.

SHAKSPEARE.

9. A creature of amphibious nature,
On land a beast, a fish in water;
That always preys on grace or sin,
A sheep without, a wolf within.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

10. An "ignis fatuus" that bewitches, And leads men into pools and ditches.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

11. As thistles wear the softest down,
To hide their prickles till they're grown,
And then declare themselves, and tear
Whatever ventures to come near:
So a smooth knave does greater feats
Than one that idly rails and threats,
And all the mischief that he meant,
Does, like the rattlesnake, prevent.

12. Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.

BUTLER.

POPE.

13. Before her face her handkerchief she spread,

To hide the flood of tears she did not shed.

POPE.

14. "T is not my talent to conceal my thoughts, Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face, While discontent sits heavy at my heart.

15. O what a tangled web we weave,

When first we practise to deceive!

ADDISON'S Cato.

SCOTT's Marmion.

16. Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit.

BYRON to Southey.

17. You're wrong:-he was the mildest manner'd man
That ever scuttled ship, or cut a throat!
With such true breeding of a gentleman,
You never could divine his real thought.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

18. Even innocence itself hath many a wile.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

19. Of all who flock'd to swell or see the show,
Who car'd about the corpse? The funeral

Made the attraction, and the black the wo;
There throbb'd not there one heart that pierc'd the pall.

BYRON'S Vision of Judgment.

20. To sigh, yet feel no pain,

To weep, yet know not why,

To sport an hour with beauty's chain,
Then cast it idly by.

21. To kneel at many a shrine, Yet lay the heart on none.

22. Their friendship is a lurking snare, Their honour but an idle breath,

Their smile, the smile that traitors wear,

Their love is hate, their life is death.

MOORE.

MOORE.

W. G. SIMMS.

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DECLARATION-PROPOSAL.

23. An open foe may prove a curse, But a pretended friend is worse.

24. For when a smiling face doth cloak deceit, It is our duty to expose the cheat.

GAY'S Fables.

J. T. WATSON.

1. Thou-thou hast metamorphos'd me;

Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,

War with good counsel, set the world at nought,

Made me with musing weak, heart-sick with thought.

2. Helen, I love thee; by my life I do :

SHAKSPEARE.

I swear by that, which I will lose for thee,
Το prove him false, that says I love thee not.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Perdition seize my soul, but I do love thee!

SHAKSPEARE.

4. On your hand, that pure altar, I vow,

Though I've look'd, and have lik'd, and have left,— That I never have loved till now!

5. I know thou doom'st me to despair,
Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me;
But, ah, Eliza, hear my prayer,—
For pity's sake, forgive me!

M. G. LEWIS.

BURNS.

6. By day or night, in weal or wo, This heart, no longer free,

Must bear the love it cannot show,

And, silent, ache for thee.

BYRON.

7. I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose, They have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart.

8. Why should I blush to own I love?— "T is love that rules the realms above; Why should I blush to say to all,

That virtue holds my heart in thrall?

PRIOR.

HENRY KIRK WHITE.

DEFIANCE.

1. I do defy him, and spit at him;

Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares?

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Torture thou may'st, but thou shalt ne'er despise me;

The blood will follow where the knife is driven;
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear;
And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain:
But these are foreign to the soul; not mine
The groans that issue, or the tears that fall;
They disobey me ;—on the rack I scorn thee!

4. He halts, and turns with clenched hand,
And shouts of loud defiance pours,
And shakes his gauntlet at the towers.

5. Come one, come all-this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.

YOUNG.

SCOTT's Marmion.

SCOTT's Marmion.

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DELAY-PROCRASTINATION.

DELAY - PROCRASTINATION.

1. O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late:
'Tis like a pardon after execution;

That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me;
But now I'm past all comfort here but prayers.

2. Your gift is princely, but it comes too late, And falls like sunbeams on a blasted blossom.

3. Shun delays, they breed remorse;

Take thy time, while time is lent thee;
Creeping snails have weakest force;
Fly their fault, lest thou repent thee.
Good is best when soonest wrought,
Lingering labours come to nought.

4. Be wise to-day: 't is madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead; Thus on till wisdom is push'd out of life.

SHAKSPEARE.

SUCKLING.

SOUTHWELL.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

5. Procrastination is the thief of time:
Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

6. Think not to-morrow still shall be your care;
Alas! to-morrow like to-day will fare.
Reflect that yesterday's to-morrow's o'er,-
Thus one "to-morrow," one "to-morrow" more,
Have seen long years before them fade away,
And still appear no nearer than to-day.

GIFFORD'S Perseus.