22. Oh! when the breath of flattery is warm upon thine ear, And manly brows are bending in humble suppliance near, May no dream of tenderness arise, which earth may not fulfil,

And no fountain open in thy heart, which Time hath power to chill!

FLOWERS FRUITS.

J. G. WHITTIER.

1.

Sweet garland wreaths

Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils.

2. Where peaches glow with sunny dyes,

MILTON'S Comus.

Like maidens' cheeks when blushes rise;
Where with huge figs the branches bend,
Where clusters from the vine distend.

GAY's Fables.

3. Here, scatter'd wild, the lily of the vale
Its balmy essence breathes; here cowslips hang
Their dewy heads, and purple violets lurk,
With all the lowly children of the shade.

4. Where opening roses breathing sweets diffuse,
And soft carnations shower their balmy dews;
Where lilies smile in virgin robes of white,
The thin undress of superficial light;
And varied tulips show so dazzling gay,
Blushing in bright diversities of day.

5.

She looks as clear

As morning roses, newly wash'd in dew.

THOMSON.

POPE.

SHAKSPEARE.

SOMERVILE'S Chase.

6. The fragrant orange, with bright golden rind.

Which bears at once the cup, and milk, and fruit.

9. The little flow'rets raise their heads, And bloom as gaily on the grave,

As if reposing on such beds

As Nature to her children gave.

10. A violet by a mossy stone,

11.

Half hidden from the eye,

Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

BYRON'S Island.

Richmond Republican.

Like sweet thoughts that come
Wing'd from the maiden fancy, and fly off
In music to the skies, and then are lost,
These ever-steaming odours seek the sun,
And fade in the light he scatters.

12. In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,

WORDSWORTH.

BARRY CORNWALL.

And they tell in a garland their loves and cares;
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers,
On its leaves a mystic language bears.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

13. The evergreen stern Winter's power derides, Like hope, that in misfortune's storm abides.

14. Yes, lovely flower, I find in thee

Wild sweetness which no words express,
And charms in thy simplicity

That dwell not in the pride of dress.

LANGHORNE.

15.

There is to me

A daintiness about these early flowers,
That touches me like poetry. They blow out
With such a simple loveliness among
The common herbs of pastures, and breathe
Their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts
Whose beatings are too gentle for the world.

N. P. WILLIS.
16. Oh! the flowers look upward in every place,
Through this beautiful world of ours,
And, dear as a smile on an old friend's face,
Is the smile of the bright, bright flowers!

FOLLY-FOOLS.

1. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. He who digs hills because they do aspire, Throws down one mountain, to cast up a higher.

Dress'd in a little brief authority,

Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,—

His glossy essence-like an angry ape—

Plays such fantastic tricks, before high heaven,
As makes the angels weep.

SHAKSPEARE.

5. Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.

MILTON.

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FOLLY-FOOLS.

6. 'Tis strange there should such difference be "Twixt tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

7. When civil dudgeon first grew high,
And men fell out, they knew not why;
When hard words, jealousies, and fears,
Set men together by the ears.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

8. Two things so averse, they never yet But in thy rambling fancy met.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

9. For many a lad returns from school
A Latin, Greek, and Hebrew fool;
In arts and knowledge still a block,
Tho' deeply skill'd in hic, hæc, hoc.

10. Nothing exceeds in ridicule, no doubt,

A fool in fashion, but a fool that's out;
His passion for absurdity 's so strong,
He cannot bear a rival in the wrong.

PATTISON.

Though wrong the mode, comply: more sense is shown
In wearing others' follies than our own.

11. 'Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool,

YOUNG.

And scarce in human wisdom to do more.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

12. Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die!

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

13. Some positive, persisting fops 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.

POPE.

14. For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

POPE.

15. Who perhaps to the summit of science might soar, Content if "the table he set in a roar."

16.

GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation.

Whose genius was such,

We scarcely could praise him, or blame him, too much;
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.

GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation.

17. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And bespatter'd with rouge his own natural red.

GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation.

18. He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he wish'd, he could whistle them back. GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation.

19. And idle jests, untimely spoken,
The tend'rest ties have often broken.

20. Explaining metaphysics to the nation-
I wish he would explain his explanation.

1. I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And from the full meridian of my glory

2.

I haste now to my setting. I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more!

The swallowing gulf
Of dark oblivion and deep despair.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.