Hatred Cursing the Object Hated.

Poison be their drink,

Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat they taste:
Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress-trees,
Their sweetest prospects murdering basilisks,
Their softest touch as smart as lizards' stings,
Their music frightful as the serpent's hiss,
And boding screech-owls make the concert full;
All the foul terrors of dark-seated hell.—Henry VI.

ANGER, RAGE, FURY.

When hatred and displeasure rise high suddenly from an apprehension of injury received, and perturbation of mind in consequence of it, it is called anger; and rising to a very high degree, and extinguishing humanity, it becomes rage and fury.

Anger, when violent, expresses itself with rapidity, noise, harshness, and sometimes with interruption and hesitation, as if unable to utter itself with sufficient force. It wrinkles the brow, enlarges and heaves the nostrils, strains the muscles, clenches the fist, stamps with the foot, and gives a violent agitation to the whole body. The voice assumes the highest tone it can adopt consistently with force and loudness, though sometimes, to express anger with uncommon energy, the voice assumes a low and forcible tone.

Anger and Scorn.

Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes!
Gehenna of the waters! thou sea Sodom!

Thus I devote thee to the infernal gods!
Thee and thy serpent seed!
Strike as I struck the foe!
Have struck those tyrants!
Strike, and but once.

Slave, do thine office!
Strike as I would

Strike deep as my curse!

Scorn and Violent Anger, Reproving.

Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle;
I am no traitor's uncle; and that word-grace,

In an ungracious mouth is but profane.

Why have those banished and forbidden legs

Dared once to touched a dust of England's ground?
But more than why-why have they dared to march
So many miles upon her peaceful bosom;

Frightening her pale-faced villages with war,
And ostentation of despised arms?

Comest thou because the anointed king is hence?
Why, foolish boy, the king is left behind,
And in my loyal bosom lies his power.

Were I but now the lord of such hot youth

As when, brave Gaunt, thy father, and myself
Rescued the Black Prince, that young Mars of men,
From forth the ranks of many thousand French;
O, then, how quickly should this arm of mine,
Now prisoner to the palsy, chastise thee,

And minister correction to thy fault!-Richard II.

REVENGE.

Revenge is a propensity and endeavor to injure the offender, which is attended with triumph and exultation when the injury is accomplished. It expresses itself like malice, but more openly, loudly, and triumphantly.

Eager Revenge.

OI could play the woman with mine eyes,

And braggart with my tongue! But, gentle heaven,

Cut short all intermission: front to front,

Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself;

Within my sword's length set him: if he 'scape,
Heaven forgive him too!-Macbeth.

Intense Revenge.

He

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million: laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies; and what's his reason ?-I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections,

passions ?-fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. a Christian, what is his humility? revenge! wrong a Jew what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge! The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. -Merchant of Venice.

REPROACH.

If we are like If a Jew wrong If a Christian

Reproach is settled anger or hatred, chastising the object of dislike by casting in his teeth the severest censures upon his imperfections or misconduct. The brow is contracted, the lip turned up with scorn, the head shaken, the voice low, as if abhorring, and the whole body expressive of aversion.

Reproaching with Want of Friendship.

You have done that you should be sorry for.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
That they pass me by as the idle wind
Which I respect not. I did send to you

For certain sums of gold, which you denied me.
For I can raise no money by vile means:

By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,

And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
By any indirection. I did send

To you for gold to pay my legions,

Which you denied me.

Was that done like Cassius ?
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunder-bolts,
Dash him to pieces!

Reproach with Want of Courage and Spirit.

Thou slave! thou wretch! thou coward!

Thou little valiant, great in villainy!

Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
Thou fortune's champion, thou dost never fight
But when her humorous ladyship is by

To teach thee safety! Thou art perjured, too,
And sooth'st up greatness.
What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool, to brag, and stamp. and sweat,
Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,
Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?
Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength?
And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear'st a lion's hide.

Doff it for shame,

And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.

FEAR AND TERROR.

Fear is a mixture of aversion and sorrow, discomposing and debilitating the mind upon the approach or anticipation of evil. When this is attended with surprise and much discomposure it grows into terror and consternation.

Fear, violent and sudden, opens wide the eyes and mouth, shortens the nose, gives the countenance an air of wildness, covers it with deadly paleness, draws back the elbows parallel with the sides, lifts up the open hands, with the fingers spread, to the height of the breast, at some distance before it, so as to shield it from the dreadful object. One foot is drawn back behind the other, so that the body seems shrinking from the danger, and putting itself in a posture for flight. The heart beats violently, the breath is quick and short, and the whole body is thrown into a general tremor. The voice is weak and trembling, the sentences are shor and the meaning confused and incoherent.

Terror of Evening and Night Described

Light thickens; and the crow

Makes wing to the rooky wood:

Good things of day begin to droop and drouse;
While Night's black agents to their prey do rouse,
Thou marvelest at my words; but hold thee still;
Things bad begun, make strong themselves by ill.

Fear from a Dreadful Object.

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!

-Macbeth.

Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,

Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,
King, father, royal Dane: O answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance.-Hamlet.

Fear of Being Discovered in Murder.

Alack! I am afraid they have awaked,

And 'is not done! the attempt, and not the deed,
Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready
He could not miss them! Had he not resembled
My father as he slept I had done't!-Macbeth.

SORROW.

Sorrow is a painful depression of spirit upon the deprivation of good or arrival of evil. When it is silent and thoughtful, it is sadness; when long indulged, so as to prey upon and possess the mind, it becomes habitual, and grows into melancholy; when tossed by hopes and fears, it is distraction; when these are swallowed up, it settles into despair.

In moderate sorrow the countenance is dejected, the eyes are cast downward, the arms hang loosely, sometimes a little raised, suddenly to fall again; the hands open, the fingers spread, and the voice plaintive, fre