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5. Fatal necessity is never known,
Until it strike; and, till that blow be come,
Who falls, is by false visions overthrown.

6. When fear admits no hope of safety, then Necessity makes dastards valiant men.

LORD BROOKE.

7. Well, well-the world must turn upon its axis,
And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails,
And live and die, make love, and pay our taxes
And, as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails.

8. We are the victims of its iron rule,

9.

HERRICK.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

The warm and beating human heart its tool;
And man, immortal, god-like, but its fool.

Fate is above us all;

MISS LANDON.

We struggle, but what matters our endeavour?
Our doom is gone beyond our own recall;
May we deny or mitigate it?-Never!

MISS LANDON.

10. While warmer souls command, nay, make their fate, Thy fate made thee, and forc'd thee to be great.

MOORE.

DESTRUCTION-RUIN.

1. See the wide waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad sepulchre appears!
With nodding arches, broken temples spread!
The
very tombs now vanish'd, like their dead!

POPE'S Moral Essays.

2. They tore away some weeds, 't is true, But all the flowers were ravish'd too.

MOORE.

3. High towers, fair temples, goodly theatres,

Strong walls, rich porches, princely palaces,
Fine streets, brave houses, sacred sepulchres,
Sure gates, sweet gardens, stately galleries-
All these, (Oh, pity!) now are turn'd to dust,
And overgrown with black Oblivion's rust.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

4. Their sceptres broken and their swords in rust.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

5. Where her high steeples whilom used to stand,
On which the lordly falcon wont to tower,
There now is but a heap of lime and sand,
For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower.

SPENSER'S Ruins of Time.

DETERMINATION-RESOLUTION, &c.

1. Let come what will, I mean to bear it out,
And either live with glorious victory,
Or die with fame, renown'd for chivalry.
He is not worthy of the honey-comb,

That shuns the hive, because the bees have stings.

For what I will, I will-and there's an end.

5. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape,

And bid me hold my peace.

SHAKSPEARE.

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6.

All the soul

7.

Of man is resolution, which expires

Never, from valiant men, till their last breath;
And then 't is with it like a flame extinguish'd

For want of matter—it does not die, but
Rather ceases to live.

Entice the sun

CHAPMAN.

From his ecliptic line-he shall obey
Your beck, and wander from his sphere, ere I
From my resolves.

8. Men make resolves, and pass into decrees
The motions of the mind: with how much ease,
In such resolves, doth passion make a flaw,
And bring to nothing what was rais'd to law!

BARON.

CHURCHILL.

DINNER. (See APPETITE.)

1.

DISAPPOINTMENT.

My May of life

Is fallen in the sere, the yellow leaf;

And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

I must not look to have, but, in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.

2. Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. While in the dark on thy soft hand I hung,

And heard the tempting syren in thy tongue,
What flames, what darts, what anguish I endur'd!
But when the candle enter'd, I was cur'd.

4. Impell'd with steps unceasing to pursue

From MARTIAL.

Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view,
That, like the circle bounding earth and skies,
Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

5. Those high-built hopes that crush us by their fall.

6. Successful love may sate itself away,

The wretched are the faithful; 't is their fate,
To have all feelings, save the one, decay,
And every passion into one dilate.

CAMPBELL.

BYRON's Lament of Tasso.

7. Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss.

BYRON'S Corsair.

8. I loved her well; I would have loved her better, Had love been met with love: as 't is, I leave her To brighter destinies, if so she deems them.

BYRON'S Heaven and Earth.

9. O! ever thus from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay;

I never lov'd a tree or flower,

But it was the first to fade away!

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

10. Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd, Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy'd!

11. The hopes my soul had cherish'd Have wither'd one by one,

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

And, tho' life's flowers have perish'd,
I'm left to linger on!

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12. Such gather'd dust, when they had hop'd to see The richest fruits; the buds that promis'd fair Were early blasted, or but grew to be

A mockery-a harvest of despair.

W. C. LODGE.

13. I will love her no more—it is heathenish thus

To bow to an idol that bends not to us; Which heeds not, which hears not, which recks not for aught That the worship of years to its altar has brought. C. F. HOFFMAN. 14. Hope, cheated too often when life's in its spring, From the bosom that nurs'd it for ever takes wing; And memory comes, as its promises fade,

To brood o'er the havoc that passion has made.

15. I knew not how I lov'd thee-no!

I knew it not till all was o'er

Until thy lip had told me so

Had told me I must love no more!

16. The conflict is over-the struggle is past,

C. F. HOFFMAN.

C. F. HOFFMAN.

I have look'd-I have lov'd-I have worshipp'd my last;
And now back to the world, and let fate do her worst
On the heart that for thee such devotion hath nurs'd.
To thee its best feelings were trusted away,

And life hath hereafter not one to betray.

C. F. HOFFMAN.

17. Ay, such is man's philosophy when woman is untrue, The loss of one but teaches him to make another do.

18. Oh! I am sick of this dark world,

My heart, my best affections blighted,
My sails of joy for ever furl'd,

My dawning hopes so soon benighted.

J. H. McILVANE.