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DECLARATION - PROPOSAL.

23. An open foe may prove a curse, But a pretended friend is worse.

24. For when a smiling face doth cloak deceit, It is our duty to expose the cheat.

DECLARATION - PROPOSAL.

J. T. WATSON.

1. Thou-thou hast metamorphos'd me;

Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought,
Made me with musing weak, heart-sick with thought.

SHAKSPEARE.

GAY'S Fables.

2. Helen, I love thee; by my life I do :

I swear by that, which I will lose for thee,
Το prove him false, that says I love thee not.

3. Perdition seize my soul, but I do love thee!

5. I know thou doom'st me to despair,
Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me;
But, ah, Eliza, hear my prayer,——
For pity's sake, forgive me!

6. By day or night, in weal or wo,
This heart, no longer free,
Must bear the love it cannot show,
And, silent, ache for thee.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. On your hand, that pure altar, I vow,

Though I've look'd, and have lik'd, and have left,
That I never have loved till now!

SHAKSPEARE.

M. G. LEWIS.

BURNS.

BYRON.

DEFIANCE.

7. I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose, They have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart.

8. Why should I blush to own I love ?— "Tis love that rules the realms above; Why should I blush to say to all, That virtue holds my heart in thrall?

DEFIANCE.

1. I do defy him, and spit at him

;

Call him- -a slanderous coward, and a villain.

HENRY KIRK WHITE.

2. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares?

4. He halts, and turns with clenched hand,
And shouts of loud defiance pours,
And shakes his gauntlet at the towers.

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PRIOR.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Torture thou may'st, but thou shalt ne'er despise me;
The blood will follow where the knife is driven;
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear;
And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain:
But these are foreign to the soul; not mine
The
groans that issue, or the tears that fall;
They disobey me ;-on the rack I scorn thee!

5. Come one, come all-this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.

YOUNG.

SCOTT's Marmion.

SCOTT's Marmion.

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DELAY-PROCRASTINATION.

DELAY-PROCRASTINATION.

1. O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late :
'Tis like a pardon after execution;

That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me;
But now I'm past all comfort here but prayers.

2. Your gift is princely, but it comes too late, And falls like sunbeams on a blasted blossom.

3. Shun delays, they breed remorse;

Take thy time, while time is lent thee;
Creeping snails have weakest force;

Fly their fault, lest thou repent thee.
Good is best when soonest wrought,
Lingering labours come to nought.

4. Be wise to-day: 't is madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on till wisdom is push'd out of life.

SHAKSPEARE.

5. Procrastination is the thief of time:

Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene.

SUCKLING

SOUTHWELL.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

6. Think not to-morrow still shall be your care;
Alas! to-morrow like to-day will fare.
Reflect that yesterday's to-morrow 's o'er,—
Thus one "to-morrow," one "to-morrow" more,
Have seen long years before them fade away,
And still appear no nearer than to-day.

GIFFORD'S Perseus.

7.

1.

3.

DELICACY.

Oh! how many deeds

Of deathless virtue, and immortal crime,
The world had wanted, had the actor said
I will do this to-morrow!

DELICACY.

6.

Like the lily,

That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head, and perish.

2. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled.

4. Ah! little will the lip reveal

LORD JOHN RUSSELL.

May the snowy wings
Of innocence and love protect thee!

Of all the burning heart may feel.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

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She bore herself
So gently, that the lily on its stalk
Bends not so easily its dewy head.

SHAKSPEARE.

MISS L. E. LANDON.

5. Her eye may grow dim, and her cheek may grow pale,
But tell they not both the same fond tale?—
Love's lights have fled from her eye and her cheek,
To burn and die on the heart which they seek.

MISS L. E. LANDON.

7. Sweet beauty sleeps upon thy brow,
And floats before my eyes;
As meek and pure as doves art thou,
Or beings of the skies.

AKENSIDE.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

ROBERT MORRIS.

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8. I dare not think, thou lovely maid,
Thy soul-lit beauty e'er shall fade;
Sure, life and love must stay with thee,
Chain'd by thy potent witchery.

DESIGN-INTENTION - DESPAIR.

you

1. I do believe think what now you speak,
But what we do determine oft we break:
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity;

DESIGN-INTENTION.

5.

1.

Which now, like fruits unripe, sticks on the tree,
But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.

2. He that intends well, yet deprives himself
Of means to put his good thoughts into deeds,
Deceives his purpose of the due reward.

MRS. CHILD

3. When any great designs thou dost intend, Think on the means, the manner, and the end.

SHAKSPEARE.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

DENHAM.

4. When men's intents are wicked, their guilt haunts them, But when they're just, they're arm'd, and nothing daunts them.

MIDDLETON.

Honest designs

Justly resemble our devotions,

Which we must pay, and wait for the reward.

DESPAIR.

It were all one,

That I should love a bright particular star,

And think to wed it.

SIR R. HOWARD.

SHAKSPEARE.