Imatges de pÓgina

Alas! ambition makes my little less;
Embitt'ring the possess'd: Why wish for more ?
Wishing, of all employments, is the worst;
Philosophy's reverse, and health's decay!

Young's Night Thoughts, n. 4.

Thy bosom burns for pow'r;

What station charms thee? I'll install thee there;
'Tis thine. And art thou greater than before?
Then thou before wast something less than man.
Has thy new post betray'd thee into pride?
That treach'rous pride betrays thy dignity;
That pride defames humanity, and calls
The being mean, which staffs or strings can raise.
Ibid, n. 6.

Not kings alone,

Each villager has his ambition too;
No Sultan prouder than his fetter'd slave :
Slaves build their little Babylons of straw
Echo the proud Assyrian in their hearts,
And cry
"Behold the wonders of my might!"
And why?-because immortal as their Lord;
And souls immortal must for ever heave
At something great; the glitter, or the gold;
The praise of mortals, or the praise of Heaven.

Fame is the shade of immortality,

Ibid, n. 7.

And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught,
Contemn'd, it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
Consult th' ambitious, 'tis ambition's cure.
And is This all? cry'd Cæsar, at his height,

So strong the zeal t'immortalize himself
Beats in the breast of man, that ev'n a few
Few transient years won from the abyss abhorr'd
Of blank oblivion seem a glorious prize,
And even to a clown.


Cowper's Task, b. 1.

Dream after dream ensues,

And still they dream that they shall still succeed,
And still are disappointed. Cowper's Task, b. 3.
On the summit, see,

The seals of office glitter in his eyes;

He climbs, he pants, he grasps them. At his heels,
Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends,

And with a dext' rous jerk soon twists him down,
And wins them, but to lose them in his turn.


Ibid, b. 4.

Thus they in Heaven, above the starry sphere,
Their happy hours in joy and hymning spent.

Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 3.

Whose easier business were to serve their Lord High up in Heav'n, with songs to hymn his throne, And practis'd distances to cringe, not fight.

Ibid, b. 4.

Ibid, b. 6.

Angels, contented with their fame in Heaven,

Seek not the praise of men.


The elephant is never won with anger;

Nor must that man, who would reclaim a lion,
Take him by the teeth. Dryden's All for Love.

Hast thou compacted for a lease of years,

With Hell, that thus thou ventur'st to provoke me.

Dryden's Duke of Guise.

'Tis all in vain, this rage that tears thy bosom; Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage,

Thou beat'st thyself to death.

Rowe's Jane Shore, a. 4. s. 1.

Those hearts that start at once into a blaze,
And open all their rage, like summer storms
At once discharged, grow cool again and calm.
C. Johnson's Medea.

Curse on the man that calls Rameses friend,
And keeps his temper at a tale like this;
When rage and rancour are the proper virtues,
And loss of reason is the mark of men.

Young's Busiris, a. 1.

When anger rushes, unrestrain'd to action,
Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way.

The man of thought strikes deepest, and strikes safely.
Savage's Sir Thomas Overbury.

My indignation like th' imprisoned fire,

Pent in the troubled breast of glowing Etna,

Burnt deep and silent.

Thomson's Coriolanus.

Out upon thee, fool! Go speak thy comforts
To spirits tame and abject as thyself:

They make me mad.

Baillie's Ethwald, a. 4, s. 7.

Patience! Hence-that word was made

For brutes of burthen, not for birds of prey;
Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine,-

I am not of thine order.

Byron's Manfred, a. 2, s. 1.

Loud complaint, however angrily

It shakes its phrase, is little to be feared,
And less distrusted.

Byron's Doge of Venice, a. 1, s. 2.

Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his face, Thrice chang'd with pale ire, envy, and despair; Which marr'd his borrow'd visage, and betray'd Him counterfeit.

Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 4.


Senseless, and deformed,

Convulsive anger storms at large; or pale
And silent, settles into fell revenge.


Thomson's Seasons-Spring.

For pale and trembling anger rushes in,

With fault'ring speech, and eyes that wildly stare;
Fierce as the tiger, madder than the seas,
Desperate, and arm'd with more than human strength.
Armstrong's Art of Preserving Health, b. 4.


Let cavillers deny

That brutes have reason; sure 'tis something more, 'Tis Heaven directs, and stratagems inspire, Beyond the short extent of human thought.

Somervile's Chase, b. 2.

The heart is hard in nature, and unfit
For human fellowship, as being void
Of sympathy, and therefore dead alike
To love and friendship both, that is not pleased
With sight of animals enjoying life,

Nor feels their happiness augment his own.

Cowper's Task, b. 6


He has I know not what,

Of greatness in his looks, and of high fate

That almost awes me. Dryden's Marriage a la Mode.
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest,
Contains the shining treasure of a soul
Resolv'd and brave.

Dryden's Don Sebastian.

Why should the sacred character of virtue
Shine on a villain's countenance. Ye powers!
Why fix'd you not a brand on treason's front,
That we might know t' avoid perfidious mortals.

Dennis's Iphigenia.

Thy plain and open nature sees mankind
But in appearances, not what they are.

Frowde's Philotas.

Appearances deceive,

And this one maxim is a standing rule,

Men are not what they seem. Havard's Scanderbeg.


City, country, all,

Is in a gay triumphant tempest toss'd,

I scarce could press along. The trumpet's voice
Is lost in loud repeated shouts, that raise

Your name to Heaven. Thomson's Agamemnon.

Then give a general shout, and send scared echo,
Even to the frighted ears of tyranny.

Sir A. Hunt's Julian.

At which the universal host up sent

A shout, that tore Hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.

Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 1

The hollow abyss

Heard far and wide, and all the host of Hell

With deaf'ning shout return'd them loud acclaim.

Ibid, b. 2.

No sooner had th' Almighty ceas'd, but all
The multitude of angels, with a shout
Loud as from numbers without number, sweet
As from blest voices, uttering joy, Heav'n rung
With jubilee, and loud Hosannas fill'd

Th' eternal regions.

Ibid. b. 3.

He said, and as the sound of waters deep

Hoarse Murmur echo'd to his words applause

Through the infinite host.

Ibid, b. 5.

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