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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. CUMBERLAND's Menander.
14. And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye; The wind was down, but still the sea ran high.
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 Don Juan.
20. The ocean lash'd to fury loud,
17. For his was not that blind, capricious rage,
21. At this she bristled up with ire—
Its high waves mingling with the cloud,
To anger's dark and troubled sea.
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.
Her bosom heav'd-her eye glanc'd fire;
J. W. EASTBURNE.
ANIMAL-BEAST - BRUTE.
Those eyes, that late were bright with joy,
1. But they do want the quick discerning power, Which doth in man the erring sense correct; Therefore the bee did suck the painted flower,
And birds, of grapes the cunning shadow peck'd.
2. The subtle dog scours, with sagacious nose,
J. T. WATSON.
3. A colt, whose eyeballs flamed with ire, Elate with strength and youthful fire.
4. The lion is, beyond dispute,
Allow'd the most majestic brute;
GAY'S Rural Sports.
5. Had fate a kinder lot assign'd,
The wily fox remain'd,
ANIMAL-BEAST - BRUTE.
And, like a gentleman caress'd,
Of all the brutes by nature form'd,
Let cavillers deny
That brutes have reason; sure 't is something more,
The snappish cur
10. The hare, timorous of heart, and hard beset
11. And, scorning all the taming arts of man, The keen hyena, fellest of the fell.
12. The lively, shining leopard, speckled o’er With many a spot, the beauty of the waste.
He stands at bay,
And puts his last faint refuge in despair;
He groans in anguish.
Impetuous on the
The tiger darting fierce,
15. The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind.
16. Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
17. 'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
19. The brindled catamount, that lies High in the boughs to catch his prey.
They say he sits
All day in contemplation of a statue
2. What toil did honest Curio take,
W. C. BRYANT.
3. He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin,
That touch'd the ruff that touch'd Queen Bess's chin.
YOUNG's Love of Fame
APPAREL-DRESS - FASHION.
4. Rare are the buttons of a Roman's breeches,
Rare is each crack'd, black, rotten, earthen dish,
APPAREL DRESS -FASHION.
1. Her snowy breast was bare to ready spoil
Of hungry eyes.
DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar.
SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.
Neat, trimly drest,
Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new-reaped,
3. Drew from the deep Charybdis of his coat
4. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
Doth wear out more apparel than the man.
6. It is the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,