382 4. LUST. But when Lust... MILTON'S Comus. 5. Lust is, of all the frailties of our nature, Nor hears the rider's call, nor feels the rein. 6. There are in love the extremes of touch'd desire - Nature guides choice, and, as men think, they love. ROWE. AARON HILL. 7. Oh, lost to honour's voice! Oh, doom'd to shame! Thou fiend accurst! thou murderer of fame! * * * From innocence to tear That name, than liberty, than life more dear. 8. Within the heart which Love illumes, If meaner passion e'er presumes, It fades before the hallow'd blaze. POPE. 9. Infected with that leprosy of lust Совв. Which taints the hoariest years of vicious men, The dregs of pleasure for their vanish'd joys. BYRON'S Marino Faliero. LUXURY. 1. And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held SHAKSPEARE. 2. What will not luxury use? Earth, sea, and air, GAY'S Trivia. 3. If every just man, that now pines with want, MILTON'S Comus. 4. War destroys man, but luxury, mankind— At once corrupts the body and the mind. 5. Then, since the time we have to live 6. Wine and beauty, thus inviting, Each to different joys exciting, CROWN'S Caligula. BUTLER'S Hudibras. Whither shall my choice incline? I'll make them both together mine! GOLDSMITH. 7. O luxury! thou curs'd by heaven's decree, GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 8. And such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt. 9. Fell luxury! more perilous to youth 10. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-grey, and a' that? GOLDSMITH. HANNAH MORE. Give fools their silks, and knaves their wine, 11. Sofas, 't was half a sin to sit upon, So costly were they; carpets, every stitch 12. All that can eye or sense delight, Were gather'd in that gorgeous sight. BURNS. BYRON'S Don Juan. 13. What though they tell, with phizzes long, 14. But this I know, and this I feel, BYRON'S Giaour. CHARLES SPRAGUE. MOORE'S Anacreon. 15. One little hour of joy to me 16. Is worth a dull eternity. MOORE'S Anacreon. While the perfum'd lights And every air was heavy with the sighs BULWER'S Lady of Lyons. MADNESS. 1. Oh what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! 2. The glass of fashion and the mould of form, Better I were distract: SHAKSPEARE. So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs, 3. I am not mad; -I would to heaven I were! For then, 't is like, I should forget myself; 4. There is a pleasure in being mad, Which none but madmen know. 5. His lips do move with inward mutterings, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. DRYDEN. MATURIN'S Bertram. 386 MALEDICTIONS - MALICE - MAN. 6. O this poor brain! ten thousand shapes of fury Are whirling there, and reason is no more. 7. This wretched brain gave way, And I became a wreck, at random driven, FIELDING. MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. 1. This is the state of man : -to-day he puts forth SHAKSPEARE. 2. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 3. Men are but children of a larger growth; Our appetites are apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain. 4. Vain human kind! fantastic race! DRYDEN. DEAN SWIFT. |