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AMBITION- EMULATION – GLORY.
Ravish'd with joy, he wings his eager flight,
12. So much the raging thirst for fame exceeds
The generous warmth which prompts to worthy deeds,
13. But glory's glory; and if you would find What that is ask the pig who sees the wind.
14. Longings sublime and aspirations high.
15. What millions died, that Cæsar might be great!
16. Press on! for it is godlike to unloose
BYRON'S Don Juan.
BYRON'S Don Juan.
The spirit, and forget yourself in thought;
From which all growth of nobleness proceeds.
18. In some, ambition is the chief concern;
THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.
For this they languish and for this they burn;
19. And man, the image of his God, is found,
N. P. WILLIS.
J. T. WATSON.
J. T. WATSON.
ANCESTRY - NOBILITY-TITLES, &c.
ANCESTRY - NOBILITY—TITLES, &c.
1. True is, that whilome that good poet said,
That gentle mind by gentle deed is known,
As by his manners, in which plain is shown
2. Titles of honour add not to his worth, Who is an honour to his title.
3. Man is a name of honour for a king; Additions take away from each chief thing.
4. A fool indeed has great need of a title;
With their authors in oblivion sunk
Of mean submission, not the meed of worth.
5. Titles, the servile courtier's lean reward,
Sometimes the pay of virtue, but more oft
The hire which greatness gives to slaves and sycophants.
Whoe'er amidst the sons
8. Should vice expect to 'scape rebuke, Because its owner is a duke?
ANCESTRY - NOBILITY - TITLES, &c.
9. 'Tis from high life high characters are drawn ;
A' gown-man, learn'd; a bishop what you will;
Many a Prince is worse,
11. How poor are all hereditary honours,
13. Superior worth your rank requires ;
For that, mankind reveres your sires;
12. Boast not these titles of your ancestors,
Brave youths; they 're their possessions, not your own:
14. He stands for fame on his forefathers' feet, By heraldry proved valiant or discreet!
15. E'en to the dullest peasant standing by, Who fasten'd still on him a wandering eye, He seem'd the master spirit of the land.
16. Even to the delicacy of their hands
There was resemblance, such as true blood wears.
17. "Your ancient house?" No more: I cannot see
18. What boots it on the lineal tree to trace,
Through many a branch, the founders of our race-
19. Fond man! though all the honours of your line Bedeck your halls, and round your galleries shine In proud display, yet take this truth from me— Virtue alone is true nobility!
20. How shall we call those noble, who disgrace
Whence his name
And lineage long, it suits me not to say;
1. Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath,
Abhorred bloodshed, and tumultuous strife,
Bitter despite, with rancour's rusty knife,
BYRON'S Childe Harold.
SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.
2. Madness and anger differ but in this: This is short madness, that long anger is.
3. My rage is not malicious; like a spark Of fire by steel enforc❜d out of a flint, It is no sooner kindled, but extinct.
4. O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world.
Anger is like
A full hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
6. Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
7. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd.
8. Those hearts that start at once into a blaze, And open all their rage, like summer storms At once discharg'd, grow cool again and calm.
11. From loveless youth to unrespected age, No passion gratified, except her rage.
9. When anger rushes unrestrain❜d to action,
The man of thought strikes deepest, and strikes safest.
10. Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes,