3. Each was the other's mirror, and but read
Joy sparkling in their dark eyes, like a gem;
And knew each brightness was but the reflection
Of their unchanging glances of affection.

4.

VANITY. (See PRIDE.)

VARIETY.

1. Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks,
But all to please and sate the curious taste?

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2. The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change
And pleas'd with novelty, might be indulg'd.

3. Variety's the source of joy below,

From which still fresh revolving pleasures flow;
In books and love, the mind one end pursues,
And only change the expiring flame renews.

MILTON'S Comus.

BYRON.

COWPER'S Task.

-No sweet bird,

That beats the pathless void, but pours new notes,
Distinct from every plumy rival's song.

GAY'S Epistles.

5. Countless the various species of mankind,

Countless the shades which sep'rate mind from mind;
No general object of desire is known;

Each has his will, and each pursues his own.

AARON HILL.

GIFFORD'S Perseus.

WIFE.

1. They seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.

2. A wife! Ah, gentle deities! can he Who has a wife, e'er feel adversity?

SHAKSPEARE.

POPE.

3. You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.

4. Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
What is she but a foul, contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

5. She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
And, if she rules him, never shows she rules;
Charms by accepting, by submitting sways,
Yet has her humour most when she obeys.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?

SHAKSPEARE.

7. When envy's sneer would coldly blight his name,
And busy tongues are sporting with his fame,
Who solves each doubt, clears every mist away,
And makes him radiant in the face of day?
She, who would peril fortune, fame, and life,
For man,
the ingrate the devoted wife.

8. To share existence with her, and to gain Sparks from her love's electrifying chain.

9. When on thy bosom I recline,
Enraptur'd still to call thee mine,

To call thee mine for life,
I glory in the sacred ties,
Which modern wits and fools despise,
Of husband and of wife.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

POPE.

CAMPBELL.

LINDLEY MURRAY.

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WINE-WINTER, &c.

10. Say, shall I love the fading beauty less,

Whose spring-time radiance has been wholly mine?
No- come what will, thy steadfast truth I'll bless,
In youth, in age thine own-for ever thine!

A. A. WATTS.

WITCHES.

1.

What are these,

So wither'd and so wild in their attire,

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't.

2. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags? What is 't you do?

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Ye spirits of the unbounded universe!

Whom I have sought in darkness and in shade,—

SHAKSPEARE.

Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell

In subtler essence
ye, to whom the tops.
Of mountains inaccessible are haunts,

And earth's and ocean's caves familiar things —

I call upon ye, by the written charm

Which gives me power upon you

-rise! appear!

BYRON'S Manfred.

WOMAN.

1.

For several virtues

I have liked several women; never any
With so full a soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she own'd,
And put it to a foil.

2. We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.

3. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so.

4. For women first were made for men,
Not men for them. It follows, then,'
Men have a right to every one,
And they no freedom of their own;
And therefore men have power to choose,
But they no charter to refuse.

5. In men we various ruling passions find;
In women, two almost divide the kind:
Those only fix'd, they first or last obey,
The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

SHAKSPEARE.

7. Seek to be good, but aim not to be great:
A woman's noblest station is retreat;
Her fairest virtues fly from public sight,
Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light.

POPE'S Moral Essays.

6. When love once pleads admission to our hearts,

In spite of all the virtue we can boast,
The woman that deliberates is lost.

ADDISON'S Cato.

LORD LYTTLETON.