10. Others for language all their care express, POPE'S Essay on Criticism. 11. True ease, in writing, comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. POPE'S Essay on Criticism. 12. Talk as you will of taste, my friend, Two of a face, as soon as of a mind. you 'll find POPE'S Imitations. 13. Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, 14. A man must serve his time at ev'ry trade, Shrink not from blasphemy-'t will pass for wit; COWPER. BYRON'S English Bards, &c. 15. Applauds to-day what yesterday he curst, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. CRUELTY-TORTURE. 1. A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, Incapable of pity, void and empty From every drachm of mercy. The poor beetle, that we tread upon, SHAKSPEARE. 2. In corporal suffering feels a pang as great SHAKSPEARE. 3. Do not insult calamity; It is a barbarous grossness to lay on The weight of scorn, where heavy misery 4. Thou shalt behold him stretch'd in all the agonies 5. DANIEL. OTWAY'S Venice Preserved. Bring forth the rack: Fetch hither cords, and knives, and sulphurous flames; He shall be bound and gash'd, his skin fleec'd, burnt alive; NAT. LEE. 6. Wire-draw his skin, spin all his nerves like hair, And work his tortur'd flesh as thin as flame. 7. I reverence the coachman who cries "Gee," Indeed, indeed, I'm very, very sick! NAT. LEE. Rejected Addresses. 166 CRUELTY - TORTURE. 8. The savage brute, that haunts in woods remote, And deserts wild, tears not the fearful traveller, If hunger, or some injury, provoke not. 9. Oh! rather fail this ardent breath, ROWE. MRS. HOLFORD's Margaret of Anjou. 10. His was the sternest, hardest breast That ever burnish'd cuirass press'd. MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou. 11. Thy suing to these men were as the bleating Of the lamb to the butcher, or the cry Of seamen to the surge. 12. 13. BYRON'S Marino Faliero. And ponder still BYRON'S Corsair. On pangs that longest rack, and latest kill. A saint had cried out, Even with the crown of glory in his eyes, As was forc'd on him. BYRON'S Two Foscari. 14. Nurtur'd in blood betimes, his heart delights In vengeance gloating on another's pain. 15. Humanity is policy in war, BYRON'S Childe Harold. And cruelty's a prodigal, that heaps DAWES' Athenia of Damascus. CURIOSITY. 1. I loathe that low vice, Curiosity. BYRON'S Don Juan. 2. Since that first fatal hour when Eve, With all the fruits of Eden blest, Save only one, rather than leave That one unknown, lost all the rest. MOORE's Loves of the Angels. 3. It reign'd in Eden, in that heavy hour When the arch-tempter sought our mother's bower, 4. "Tis Curiosity-who hath not felt Its spirit, and before its altar knelt? 5. Be it a bonfire, or a city's blaze, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. The gibbet's victim, or the nation's gaze, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 6. Sport drops his ball, Toil throws his hammer by, Thrift breaks a bargain off, to please his eye. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 7. How many a noble art, now widely known, Owes its young impulse to this power alone! SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 8. As down the pane the rival rain-drops chase, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 168 CURSES - MALEDICTIONS. 9. How thro' the buzzing crowd he threads his way, To catch the flying rumours of the day. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. CURSES-MALEDICTIONS. 1. May all th' infections that the sun sucks up 2. Poison be their drink! SHAKSPEARE. Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat they taste!— And boding screech-owls make their concerts full! SHAKSPEARE. 3. May sorrow, shame, and sickness overtake her, And all her beauties, like my hopes, be blasted! 4. 5. Let the world grow dark, That the extinguish'd sun may hide thy shame! And when life declines, RowE. AARON HILL. May thy sure heirs stand titt'ring round thy bed, 66 6. May the grass wither from thy feet! the woods 7. So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn! SHENSTONE. BYRON'S Cain. BYRON's Curse of Minerva. |