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SILENCE - SIMPLICITY.

SILENCE.

I do know of these,

That therefore only are reputed wise,
For saying nothing.

2. The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails.

3. Silence! coeval with eternity!
Thou wert ere nature's self began to be;
Thine was the sway ere heaven was form'd or earth;
Ere fruitful thought conceiv'd creation's birth.

4. The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low, Till wrangling science taught it noise and show, And wicked wit arose, thy most abusive foe.

5. There is a silence which hath been no sound;
There is a silence which no sound may be
In the cold grave.

SHAKSPEARE.

7. 'T was night: All nature, far and wide,
Was wrapt in silent, deep repose,
And naught was heard on either side,
Their secret purpose to disclose.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. She feels her inmost soul within her stir
With thoughts too wild and passionate to speak;
Yet her full heart - its own interpreter-
Translates itself in silence on her cheek.

SIMPLICITY.

1. Fair nature's sweet simplicity, With elegance refin'd.

POPE.

POPE.

THOMAS HOOD.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

J. T. WATSON.

LORD LYTTLETON.

2. Beautiful one! thy look and tone
Of witchery are nature's own-

Like light from heaven, thy magic glance -
Thy voice, the harp's wild utterance;
When touch'd at eve by some spirit's hand,
It breathes the notes of the better land.

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SPLENDOUR.

1. What peremptory, eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty?

2. To splendour only do we live?

Must pomp alone our thoughts employ?
All, all that pomp and splendour give,
Is dearly bought with love and joy.

SPRING. (See AUTUMN.)

3. Can wealth give happiness? look round and see,
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
I envy none their pageantry and show,

I envy none the gilding of their woe.

SPORTS. (See FISHING.)

SHAKSPEARE.

STARS. (See MOON.)

CARTWRIGHT.

YOUNG.

STATESMAN.

1. A statesman, that can side with every faction,
And yet most subtly can entwist himself,
When he hath wrought the business up to danger.

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Forbear, you things

That stand upon the pinnacles of state,

To boast your slippery height; when you do fall,
You dash yourselves in pieces, ne'er to rise.

BEN JONSON. 3. Thus the court wheel goes round, like fortune's ball; One statesman rising on another's fall.

R. BROME.

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SHIRLEY.

STYLE. (See CRITICISM.)

(See OBSTINACY.)

SUCCESS.

1. Had I miscarried, I had been a villain ;
For men judge actions always by events:
But when we manage by a just foresight,
Success is prudence, and possession right.

HIGGONS.

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2. 'Tis not in mortals to command success;

But we'll do more, Sempronius

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SUICIDE.

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3. It is success that colours all in life;

Success makes fools admir'd, makes villains honest.
All the proud virtue of this vaunting world
Fawns on success and power, howe'er acquir'd.

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5. But who shall tax successful villany, Or call the rising traitor to account?

we 'll deserve it.

Applause
Waits on success; the fickle multitude,
Like the light straw that floats along the stream,
Glide with the current still, and follow fortune.

SUICIDE.

ADDISON'S Cato.

The dread of something after death,
That undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear the ills we have,
Than fly to others, that we know not of.

2. Oh! that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and dissolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not set
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!

THOMSON.

FRANKLIN.

HAVARD.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

To run away

From this world's ills, that, at the very worst,
Will soon blow o'er, thinking to mend ourselves,
By boldly venturing on a world unknown,
And plunging headlong in the dark! - 't is mad!
No frenzy half so desperate as this.

BLAIR'S Grave.

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