5. Rise early, and take exercise in plenty,
But always take it with your stomach empty.

2.

1. But be not long, for in the tedious minutes,
Exquisite interval, I'm on the rack;
For sure the greatest evil man can know,
Bears no proportion to this dread suspense.

Uncertainty !
Fell demon of our fears! the human soul,
That can support despair, supports not thee.

3. "Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir, And sighs for sables which he must not wear.

FROWDE.

MALLET.

BYRON'S Lara.

4. Oh! how impatience gains upon the soul
When the long-promis'd hour of joy draws near!
How slow the tardy moments seem to roll!
What spectres rise of inconsistent fear!
MRS. TIGHE'S Psyche.

5. To the fond doubting heart, its hopes appear
Too brightly fair, too sweet to realize;

All seem but day-dreams of delight too dear!
Strange hopes and fears in painful contest rise,
While the scarce-trusted bliss seems but to cheat the eyes.

MRS. TIGHE'S Psyche.

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1.

EXPERIENCE.

EXPERIENCE.

To wilful men,

The injuries that they themselves procure,
Must be their schoolmasters.

2. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

3.

-Experience,

If wisdom's friend, her best; if not, worst foe.

4. Experience join'd to common sense, To mortals is a providence.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

5. Some positive, persisting fools we know,
Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so;
But you with pleasure own your errors past,
And make each day a critique on the last.

9.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. Experience, wounded, is the school Where men learn piercing wisdom.

7. O, teach him, while your lessons last,

To judge the present by the past;
Remind him of each wish pursu❜d,
How rich it glow'd with promis'd good;
Remind him of each wish enjoy'd,
How soon his hope's possession cloy'd!

POPE's Essay on Criticism.

8. For most men, till by losing render'd sager, Will back their own opinions with a wager.

GREEN.

LORD BROOK.

SCOTT'S Rokeby.

BYRON'S Beppo.

Her hopes ne'er drew
Aught from experience, that chill touchstone whose
Sad proof reduces all things from their hue.

BYRON'S Island.

EXTRAVAGANCE.

1. The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

2. We sacrifice to dress, till household joys
And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry,
And keeps our larder clean; puts out our fires,
And introduces hunger, frost and woe,
Where peace and hospitality might reign.

3. Dreading that climax of all human ills, The inflammation of his weekly bills.

EXTREMES.

4. In my young days they lent me cash that way, Which I found very troublesome to pay.

COWPER'S Task.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

YOUNG.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

1. These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,

Which, as they meet, consume. The sweetest honey

Is loathsome in its own deliciousness,

And in the taste confounds the appetite.

2. Those edges soonest turn, that are most keen; A sober moderation stands secure,

No violent extremes endure.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Who gripes too hard the dry and slippery sand, Holds none at all, or little, in his hand.

ALEYN.

HERRICK.

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EYES-FEATURES - LIPS, &c.

4. Extremes, though contrary, have the like effects: Extreme heat mortifies, like extreme cold; Extreme love breeds satiety, as well

As extreme hatred; and too violent rigour
Tempts chastity as much as too much license.

5. For ever in a passion or a prayer.

1.

3.

EYES-FEATURES — LIPS, &c.

Compare her eyes,

Not to the sun, for they do shine by night;

Nor to the moon, for they are changing never;
Nor to the stars, for they have purer light;

2. And, as the bright sun glorifies the sky, So is her face illumin'd by her eye.

CHAPMAN.

Nor to the fire, for they consume not ever :—
But to the Maker's self they likest be,
Whose light doth lighten all things here we see.
SPENSER'S Sonnets.

SHAKSPEARE.

Her eyes, in heaven,
Would through the airy region stream so bright,
That birds would sing, and think it were not night.

POPE.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. Her eyes, like marygold, had sheath'd their light,
And, canopied in darkness, sweetly lay,
Till they might open to adorn the day.

5. From woman's eyes this doctrine I derive :
They sparkle still the true Promethean fire ;
They are the arts, the books, the academies,
That show, contain, and nourish all the world.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes.

7. Soft as the down, that swells the cygnet's nest. Her tresses, loose behind,

8.

Play on her neck, and wanton in the wind;
The rising blushes which her cheek o'erspread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.

9. In those sunk eyes the grief of years I trace, And sorrow seems acquainted with that face.

10. In one soft look what language lies!

11. Her eyes outshine the radiant beams
That gild the passing shower,
And glitter o'er the crystal streams,
And cheer each fresh'ning hour.
Her lips are more than cherries bright,
A richer dye has grac'd them;
They charm the admiring gazer's sight,
And sweetly tempt to kiss them!

14. From the glance of her eye

Shun danger and fly,

For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHENSTONE.

GAY'S Dione.

TICKELL.

DIBDIN.

BURNS.

12. By your eyes of heavenly blue,
By your lips' ambrosial dew,
Your cheeks, where rose and lily blend,
Your voice, the music of the spheres!

The Padlock-A Farce. 13. Which melted in love, and which kindled in war.

CAMPBELL.

MISS OWENSON.

15. With sweetness and beauty thy daughters arise,
With rose-blooming cheeks, and love-languishing eyes.