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7. Wounds by the wider wounds are heal'd, And poisons by themselves expell'd.
Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms
9. Th' ingredients of health and long life are
10. The surest road to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill ;
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY,
Most of those evils we poor mortals know,
11. Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor power,
12. Next Gout appears, with limping pace,
DISEASE-HEALTH - PHYSICIAN.
13. That dire disease, whose ruthless power Withers the beauty's transient flower.
14. Fever and pain, and pale, consumptive care.
15. The power of words, and soothing sounds, appease The raging pain, and lessen the disease.
16. And then the sigh, he would suppress,
A cheek, whose bloom
Was as a mockery of the tomb,
BYRON'S Prisoner of Chillon.
BYRON'S Prisoner of Chillon. 18. Sickness sits cavern'd in his hollow eye.
19. Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air,
And life, which bloated ease may never hope to share.
20. This is the way physicians mend or end us,
BYRON'S Don Juan.
21. Hers was a beauty that made sad the eye,
As form'd for climes unruffled by a gale;
The New Timon.
DISHONESTY - ROGUES - THIEVES.
22. Along her cheek the deep'ning red Told where the fev'rish hectic fed;
And yet each token gave
1. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, Is to be one pick'd out of ten thousand.
2. Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves.
J. G. WHITTIER.
I'll example you with thievery :
6. The man who pauses in his honesty Wants little of the villain.
4. Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that;
You take my house, when you do take the prop
5. Lands, mortgag'd, may return, and more esteem'd; But honesty once pawn'd is ne'er redeem'd.
7. Rogues as they were, themselves they would not rob—
1. If she do frown, 't is not in hate of youBut rather to beget more love in you.
If she do chide, 't is not to have you gone.
2. O! why rebuke you him, who loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
3. Go, speak not to me; even now begone!
Of anger shall remain, but peace assur'd,
Do not blast my springing hopes,
6. "T is then the mind, from bondage free, And all its former weakness o'er, Asserts its native dignity,
And scorns what folly priz'd before.
7. And to be wroth with one we love,
8. O, where are the bright-beaming glances I miss!
DISPOSITION - DISSENSION-DISTANCE.
9. Farewell! the tie is broken-thou, With all thou wert to me, hast parted!
10. Cast my heart's gold into the furnace flame,
1. Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension, between hearts that love!
MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.
2. A something light as air
A breath, a touch like this, hath shaken.
N. P. WILLIS.
Though light cause may move
1. 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And clothes the mountain in its azure hue. CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope.