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3. Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.


4. Sweet as refreshing dews, or summer showers,
To the long-parching thirst of drooping flowers;
Grateful as fanning gales to fainting swains;
And soft as trickling balm to bleeding pains,
Are thy kind words.

GAY'S Dione.

5. Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife,
His only answer was a blameless life;
And he that forg'd, and he that threw the dart,
Had each a brother's interest in his heart.

6. Laugh at their jests and pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.


GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

7. And he returns a friend who came a foe.

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Some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth,
For others' good, is a poor, frozen churl.



9. It is in vain that we would coldly gaze
On such as smile on us; the heart must
Leap kindly back to kindness, though disgust
Hath wean'd it from all worldlings.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

10. The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

11. Which seeks again those chords to bind
Which human woe hath rent apart;

To heal again the wounded mind,
And bind again the broken heart.




12. A little word in kindness spoken,

A motion, or a tear,

Has often heal'd the heart that's broken,

And made a friend sincere.



O majesty!

When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety.



What have kings

That privates have not too, save ceremony ?


3. Princes have but their titles for their glories,

An outward honour for an inward toil;

And for unfelt imaginations,


They often feel a world of restless cares.

The king-becoming graces

Are justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,

Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude.



5. Princes, that would their people should do well,
Must at themselves begin, as at the head;

For men, by their example, pattern out
Their imitations and regard of laws:
A virtuous court a world to virtue draws.

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6. O wretched state of kings! that standing high, Their faults are marks shot at by every eye.



7. And while they live, we see their glorious actions
Oft wrested to the worst; and all their life
Is but a stage of endless toil and strife,
Of torments, uproars, mutinies, and factions.
They rise with fear, and lie with danger down;
Huge are the cares that wait upon a crown.



He's a king,


A true, right king, that dares do aught, save wrong;
Fears nothing mortal, but to be unjust;

Who is not blown up with the flattering puffs
Of spongy sycophants; who stands unmov'd,
Despite the jostling of opinion.

Kings do often grant


That happiness to others, which themselves do want.

10. What is a king?—A man condemn'd to bear
The public burthen of the nation's care;
Now crown'd some angry faction to appease ;
Now falls a victim to the people's ease;


From the first blooming of his ill-taught youth,
Nourish'd in flattery, and estrang'd from truth;
At home, surrounded by a servile crowd,
Prompt to abuse, and in detraction loud;
Abroad, begirt with men, and swords, and spears,
His very state acknowledging his fears;
Marching amidst a thousand guards, he shows
His secret terror of a thousand foes.

11. No law betwixt two sov'reigns can decide,
But that of arms where fortune is the judge,
Soldiers the lawyers, and the bar the field.

12. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.







The man, whom heaven appoints
To govern others, should himself first learn
To bend his passions to the sway of reason.

14. Let him maintain his power, but not increase it;
The string, prerogative, when strain'd too high,
Cracks, like the tortur'd chord of harmony,
And spoils the concert between king and subject.
He is ours,


T'administer, to guard, t' adorn the state,
But not to warp, or change it; we are his,
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death-but not to be his slaves.

16. At princes let but satire lift his gun,





The more their feathers fly, the more the fun!

E'en the whole world, blockheads and men of letters,
Enjoy a cannonade upon their betters.

DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar.

A crown! what is it?
It is to bear the miseries of a people;
To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents,
And sink beneath a load of splendid care!


18. Ill do you know the spectral forms that wait
Upon a king care with his furrow'd brow,
Unsleeping watchfulness, lone secresy.,
Attend his throne by day, his couch by night.

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1. It often falls, in course of common life,

That right long time is overborne of wrong,
Through avarice, or power, or guile, or strife,
That weakens her, and makes her party strong:
But justice, tho' her doom she do prolong,
Yet at the last she will her own cause right.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

2. The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.

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Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead;
And liberty plucks justice by the nose.

4. Multitudes of laws are signs either of Much tyranny in the prince, or much Rebellious disobedience in the subject.



5. I oft have heard him say how he admir'd
Men of your large profession, that could speak
To every cause, and things mere contraries,
Till they were hoarse again, yet all be law.


The good need fear no law;

It is his safety, and the bad man's awe.

7. Laws do not put the least restraint
Upon our freedom, but maintain 't;
Or, if it does, 't is for our good,
To give us freer latitude;

For wholesome laws preserve us free,
By stinting of our liberty.




BUTLER'S Hudibras.

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