12. And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain. 13. Of all bad things by which mankind are curs'd, Their own bad tempers surely are the worst. COLERIDGE. CUMBERLAND's Menander. 14. And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye; The wind was down, but still the sea ran high. BYRON'S Don Juan. 15. Patience!-Hence-that word was made 16. All furious as a favour'd child Balk'd of its wish; or, fiercer still, BYRON'S Manfred. A woman piqued, who has her will. BYRON'S Mazeppa. 17. For his was not that blind, capricious rage, BYRON'S Lara. 18. His brow was like the deep when tempest-tost. BYRON'S Vision of Judgment. 19. Foil'd, bleeding, breathless, furious to the last. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 20. The ocean lash'd to fury loud, To anger's dark and troubled sea. 21. At this she bristled up with ire— J. W. EASTBURNE. Her bosom heav'd-her eye glanc'd fire; 40 ANIMAL-BEAST - BRUTE. Those eyes, that late were bright with joy, As only woman feels when scorn'd. J. T. WATSON. ANIMAL-BEAST — BRUTE. 1. But they do want the quick discerning power, And birds, of grapes the cunning shadow peck'd. 2. The subtle dog scours, with sagacious nose, Along the field, and snuffs each breeze that blows; GAY'S Rural Sports. 3. A colt, whose eyeballs flamed with ire, Elate with strength and youthful fire. 4. The lion is, beyond dispute, 5. Had fate a kinder lot assign'd, GAY'S Fables. GAY'S Fables. 6. 7. 8. 9. And, like a gentleman caress'd, Had been the lady's favourite guest. The wily fox remain'd, A subtle, pilfering foe, prowling around GAY'S Fables. SOMERVILE'S Chase. Of all the brutes by nature form'd, SOMERVILE'S Chase. Let cavillers deny That brutes have reason; sure 't is something more, SOMERVILE'S Chase. The snappish cur Close at my heel with yelping treble flies. POPE. 10. The hare, timorous of heart, and hard beset THOMSON'S Seasons. 11. And, scorning all the taming arts of man, THOMSON'S Seasons. The keen hyena, fellest of the fell. 12. The lively, shining leopard, speckled o'er With many a spot, the beauty of the waste. 13. He stands at bay, THOMSON'S Seasons. And puts his last faint refuge in despair; The big round tears run down his dappled face; THOMSON'S Seasons. 15. The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind. 16. Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. GOLDSMITH. GOLDSMITH. 17. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome, as we draw near home. BYRON'S Don Juan. 18. They revel, rest, then fearless, hopeless, die. C. SPRAGUE. 19. The brindled catamount, that lies High in the boughs to catch his prey. W. C. BRYANT. 1. ANTIQUARY. They say he sits All day in contemplation of a statue With ne'er a nose; and dotes on the decays, With greater love than the self-loved Narcissus 2. What toil did honest Curio take, What strict inquiries did he make, SHAKERLY. PRIOR. 3. He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin, That touch'd the ruff that touch'd Queen Bess's chin. 4. Rare are the buttons of a Roman's breeches, In antiquarian eyes surpassing riches: Rare is each crack'd, black, rotten, earthen dish, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new-reaped, SHAKSPEARE. 3. Drew from the deep Charybdis of his coat SHAKSPEARE. 4. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; SHAKSPEARE. 5. The fashion Doth wear out more apparel than the man. 6. It is the mind that makes the body rich; SHAKSPEARE. And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, |