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5. Rise early, and take exercise in plenty,
1. But be not long, for in the tedious minutes,
3. "Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir, And sighs for sables which he must not wear.
4. Oh! how impatience gains upon the soul
5. To the fond doubting heart, its hopes appear
All seem but day-dreams of delight too dear!
MRS. TIGHE'S Psyche.
To wilful men,
The injuries that they themselves procure,
2. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.
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,
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;
POPE's Essay on Criticism.
8. For most men, till by losing render'd sager, Will back their own opinions with a wager.
Her hopes ne'er drew
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
3. Dreading that climax of all human ills, The inflammation of his weekly bills.
4. In my young days they lent me cash that way, Which I found very troublesome to pay.
BYRON'S Don Juan.
BYRON'S Don Juan.
1. These violent delights have violent ends
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.
3. Who gripes too hard the dry and slippery sand, Holds none at all, or little, in his hand.
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
5. For ever in a passion or a prayer.
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;
2. And, as the bright sun glorifies the sky, So is her face illumin'd by her eye.
Nor to the fire, for they consume not ever :—
Her eyes, in heaven,
4. Her eyes, like marygold, had sheath'd their light,
5. From woman's eyes this doctrine I derive :
6. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes.
7. Soft as the down, that swells the cygnet's nest. Her tresses, loose behind,
Play on her neck, and wanton in the wind;
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
14. From the glance of her eye
Shun danger and fly,
For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney.
12. By your eyes of heavenly blue,
The Padlock-A Farce. 13. Which melted in love, and which kindled in war.
15. With sweetness and beauty thy daughters arise,