Thou art to me! For countless years thou 'st So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content, roll'd; Before an ear did hear thee, thou didst mourn, Thou art the same, eternal sea! The ocean looketh up to heaven, The homage of its waves is given A beautiful and tireless band, Whittier's Poems. Look how the grey, old ocean, And shut myself up in some other course, To fortune's alms. Shaks. Othello. In such a time as this, it is not meet Shaks. Julius Cæsar. Shaks. Henry IV. Part I. What is my offence? Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge? Shaks. Richard III. He hath wrong'd his queen, but still he is her lord; He hath wrong'd my sister, still he is my brother; He hath wrong'd his people, still he is their sove Heaving with a gentle motion, When he hears our restful voices; List, how he sings in an under tone, And there, where the smooth, wet pebbles be, As if they fain would seek the shore, To be at rest from the ceaseless roar, To be at rest for evermore. OFFICE. Custom calls me to 't, What custom wills in all things, should we do't. Shaks. Coriolanus. You, yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm; To sell and mart your offices for gold To undeservers. J. R. Lowell The Syrens. Shaks. Julius Cæsar He climbs, he pants, he grasps them; at his heels, That fastens upon wit and sense, Close at his heels a demagogue ascends, Why, look around, And count, if possible, the pamper'd numbers Who fatten on the state: they are the men, Who, if they find a man too honourable To be a fellow-gleaner of the spoils, When faction's sickle sweeps the public wealth, Lift up their angry voices to the crowd And breathe around their pestilential breath, Till virtue's self is tainted by the touch. Dawes's Athenia of Damascus. They who bend to Power, and lap its milk, Are fickler and more dangerous far than they Who honestly defy it! Boker's Calaynos. OPINION. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. Shaks. Pericles. Opinion, the blind goddess of fools, foe To the virtuous, and only friend to Undeserving persons. That with a venomous contagion, By contact, as the humours match; This men of one another catch 369 Butler's Hudibras How can you rest where pow'r is still alarm'd: We all, my lords, have err'd. Miss Eliza Cook. He lov'd his kind, but sought the love of few, Chapman's Widow's Tears. Your wake is nothing, mind the coming track; Let not opinion make thy judgment err; The evening conquest crowns the conqueror. O. W. Holines There is a tide in the affairs of men, Shoks. Julius Cæsa A little fire is quickly trodden out; Our hands are full of business; let's away; Shaks. Henry IV. Part I. The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Occasion, set on wing, flies fast away, OPPRESSION.-(See TYRANNY.) ORATOR. And 't is remarkable that they Prior's Alma. Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words, So known, so honour'd at the house of lords. Pope. With studied impropriety of speech, Conjunction, preposition, adverb join Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; PAIN-PARASITE-PARENTS. Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar. Proud of his "hear hims," proud too of his vote And last virginity of oratory, Proud of his learning (just enough to quote), He revell'd in his Ciceronian glory: With memory excellent to get by rote, With wit to hatch a pun or tell a story, Graced with some merit and with more effrontery, "His country's pride;" he came down to the country. Byron. His speech was a fine sample, on the whole, He answer'd like a statesman or a prophet, In such guise that she could make nothing of it. Byron. He scratch'd his ear, the infallible resource To which embarrass'd people have recourse. Byron. PARASITE. 391 PAIN. Sense of pleasure we may well Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine, But live content, which is the calmest life: But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience PARENTS. Unreasonable creatures feed their young; Who hath not seen them, even with those wings Milton's Paradise Lost. Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest, Off'ring their own lives in their young's defence? Shaks. Henry VI. Part III. Our pains are real things, and all Butler's Hudibras. Pope. Byron. Parents are o'erseen, When, with too strict a rein, they do hold in Their child's affections; and control that love, Which the powers divine instruct them with: When in their shallow judgments, they may know Affection cross'd, brings misery and woe. Robert Taylour's Hog hath lost its Pearl. Fathers their children, and themselves abuse; That wealth, a husband, for their daughters choose. Shirley's School of Compliments Honour thy parents to prolong thine end; Randolph That I shall say-good night till it be to-morrow. Shaks. Romeo and Juliet. it. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my friend! I did not take my leave of him, but I had Shaks. Cymbeline. And even there, his eye being big with tears, Shaks. Romeo and Juliet. Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love, What! gone without a word? Ay, so truc love should do: it cannot speak: And whether we shall meet again, I know not. When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy If not, why then this parting was well made. danger, If ever danger do environ thee, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be tny beadsman, Valentine. Shaks. Two Gentlemen of Verona. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but To look upon him; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle: Shaks. Cymbeline. Shaks. Julius Cæsar. I hold it fit, that we shake hands and part: Shaks. Hamlet. With that, wringing my hand he turns away, |