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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, you'll find Two of a face, as soon as of a mind.
13. Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ,
14. A man must serve his time at ev'ry trade,
15. Applauds to-day what yesterday he curst,
BYRON'S English Bards, &c.
CRITICS. (See CRITICISM.)
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, In corporal suffering feels a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Do not insult calamity;
4. Thou shalt behold him stretch'd in all the agonies
OTWAY'S Venice Preserved.
6. Wire-draw his skin, spin all his nerves like hair, And work his tortur'd flesh as thin as flame.
Bring forth the rack:
Fetch hither cords, and knives, and sulphurous flames;
7. I reverence the coachman who cries "Gee,"
8. The savage brute, that haunts in woods remote, And deserts wild, tears not the fearful traveller, If hunger, or some injury, provoke not.
CRUELTY - TORTURE.
9. Oh! rather fail this ardent breath,
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
MRS. HOLFORD's Margaret of Anjou.
And ponder still
On pangs that longest rack, and latest kill.
BYRON'S Marino Faliero.
A saint had cried out,
Even with the crown of glory in his eyes,
15. Humanity is policy in war,
14. Nurtur'd in blood betimes, his heart delights In vengeance gloating on another's pain.
BYRON'S Two Foscari.
And cruelty's a prodigal, that heaps
BYRON'S Childe Harold.
DAWES' Athenia of Damascus.
1. I loathe that low vice, Curiosity.
2. Since that first fatal hour when Eve, With all the fruits of Eden blest, Save only one, rather than leave
BYRON'S Don Juan.
3. It reign'd in Eden, in that heavy hour
That one unknown, lost all the rest.
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,
6. Sport drops his ball, Toil throws his hammer by, Thrift breaks a bargain off, to please his eye.
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, Curious he'll watch to see which wins the race;
And let two dogs beneath his window fight,
He'll shut his Bible to enjoy the sight.
9. How thro' the buzzing crowd he threads his way, To catch the flying rumours of the day.
1. May all th' infections that the sun sucks up
CURSES - MALEDICTIONS.
Poison be their drink!
Gall, worse than gall, the daintiest meat they taste!—
3. May sorrow, shame, and sickness overtake her, And all her beauties, like my hopes, be blasted!
Let the world grow dark,
That the extinguish'd sun may hide thy shame!
7. So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn!
And when life declines,
6. May the grass wither from thy feet! the woods
BYRON'S Curse of Minerva.