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CAUTION-DISCRETION - PRUDENCE.
1. But now, so wise and wary was the knight,
The fish, that once was caught, new bait will hardly bite.
2. They, that fear the adder's sting, will not Come near his hissing.
3. Look forward what's to come, and back what's past;
4. The better part of valour is discretion.
5. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks. SHAKSPEARE.
6. Prudence! thou vainly in our youth art sought,
7. None pities him that's in the snare, And, warn'd before, would not beware.
8. Man's caution often into danger turns,
9. He knows the compass, sail and oar,
10. Would you, when thieves are known abroad,
11. The mouse, that always trusts to one poor hole, Can never be a mouse of any soul.
12. All's to be fear'd where all is to be lost.
CELIBACY - CHASTITY.
1. But earlier happy is the rose distill'd,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Chaste as the icicle
That's curdled by the frost of purest snow,
3. Lady, you are the cruelest she alive,
4. So dear to heaven is saintly chastity,
5. Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain But our destroyer, foe to God and man?
MILTON'S Paradise Lost.
6. There swims no goose so grey, but, soon or late, She finds some honest gander for a mate.
7. Most women's weak resolves, like reeds, will fly,
8. When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
To hide her shame from every eye,
And wring his bosom-is to die.
9. If I am fair, 't is for myself alone;
I do not wish to have a sweetheart near me,
Nor have a gallant lover to revere me;
10. Her bosom was a soft retreat For love and love alone,
And yet her heart had never beat
Though many an amorous cit might jump to hear me :
When once they find that maidens are believers.
It dwelt within its circle, free
As the blossom waits the breeze,
MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.
11. For who would bear the whips and thorns of doubt,
CEREMONY-CHANCE - FORTUNE.
J. T. WATSON.
1. Ceremony was devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds-hollow welcomes,
But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
2. Then Ceremony leads her bigots forth
Prepar'd to fight for shadows of no worth;
1. There is a tide in the affairs of men,
That, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
2. Will fortune never come with both hands full,
3. An eagle, towering in his pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd.
4. Fortune, the great commandress of the world,
Some, wit-some, wealth-and some, wit without wealth;
5. Let not one look of fortune cast you down;
7. Alas! the joys that fortune brings
And those who prize the paltry things,
6. Be juster, heav'ns! such virtue punish'd thus,
8. Fortune in men has some small difference made: One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade.
POPE'S Essay on Man.