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15. True wit is nature to advantage drest,
That oft was thought, but ne'er so well exprest,
"T is but to know how little can be known,
17. Nature and nature's laws lay hid in night;
POPE'S Essay on Criticism. What is it to be wise?
19. His very name a title-page, and next His life a commentary on the text.
POPE'S Essay on Man.
20. He learn'd the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress or-a nunnery.
21. The languages-especially the dead,
The sciences-and most of all the abstruse,
For Plato's love sublime,
22. And stoic Franklin's energetic shade,
Rob'd in the lightning which his hand allay'd.
23. Sorrow is knowledge; they, who know the most,
BYRON'S Don Juan.
WORDSWORTH-From the Italian.
EDUCATION- WISDOM, &c.
25. For any man, with half an eye,
26. On every point, in earnest or in jest,
His judgment, and his prudence, and his wit,
27. The wish to know-the endless thirst,
29. Lur'd by its charms, he sits and learns to trace
J. H. FRERE.
31. Youth it instructs, old age delights,
She had read
J. N. BARKER.
J. T. WATSON.
1. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches; none Are just alike, yet each believes his own.
POPE'S Essay on Criticism. 2. To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for the observer's sake. POPE'S Moral Essays.
3. Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,
The fool is happy that he knows no more;
4. The selfish heart deserves the pain it feels, More generous sorrow, while it sinks, exalts; And conscious virtue mitigates the pang.
YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.
5. All men think all men mortal but themselves.
6. In other men we faults can spy,
7. For none more likes to hear himself converse.
8. What exile from himself can flee?
BYRON'S Don Juan.
9. Oh! wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as ithers see us!
BYRON'S Childe Harold.
10. Self is the medium least refin'd of all,
Through which opinion's searching beams can fall:
11. For, as his own bright image he survey'd,
12. How often, in this cold and bitter world,
1. The feeling heart, simplicity of life, And elegance, and taste.
2. Trifles themselves are elegant in him.
3. To these resistless grace impart,
That look of sweetness, form'd to please,
MISS L. E. LANDON.
4. With all the wonders of external grace,
3. And aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished, So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
ELOQUENCE - ORATOR.
And when she spake.
Sweet words, like dropping honey, she did shed;
A silver sound, that heavenly music seem'd to make.
4. Power above powers! O heavenly eloquence!
Of men's affections, more than all their swords!
6. Men are more eloquent than women made, But women are more powerful to persuade.
Dropp'd manna, and could make the worst appear
Oh! speak that again!
Sweet as the syren's tongue those accents fall,
8. Your words are like the notes of dying swans, Too sweet to last.
MILTON's Paradise Lost.