Imatges de pÓgina


Thy injuries would teach Patience to blaspheme:
Yet still thou art a dove.

Beaumont's Double Marriage.

Patience! preach it to the winds,

To roaring seas, or raging fires! the knaves

That teach it, laugh at you when you believe 'em.

But patience is the virtue of an ass,

Otway's Orphan.

That trots beneath his burden, and is quiet.

Lansdown's Hercio Love.

Preach patience to the sea, when jarring winds.
Throw up her swelling billows to the sky!

And if your reasons mitigate her fury,

My soul will be as calm. Smith's Princess of Parma.

Those who bear misfortunes over meekly

Do but persuade mankind that they and want
Are all too fitly match'd to be disjoin'd,

And so to it they leave them.

Joanna Baillie's Rayner, a. 1, s. 1.

O ye cold hearted, frozen, formalists!
On such a theme, 'tis impious to be calm;
Passion is reason, transport temper, here.

Young's Night Thoughts, n. 4.

Ev'n the best must own,

Patience, and resignation, are the pillars
Of human peace on earth.

Ibid, n. 8.


Judge me not ungentle,

Of manners rude, and insolent of speech,
If, when the public safety is in question,

My zeal flows warm and eager from my tongue.

Rowe's Jane Shore.

Greatly unfortunate, he fights the cause
Of Honour, Virtue, Liberty and Rome:
His sword ne'er fell but on the guilty head:
Oppression, Tyranny, and Power usurp'd,
Draw all the vengeance of his arm upon


Addison's Cato.

A people

Who cannot find in their own proper force
Their own protection, are not worth the saving.
Thomson's Coriolanus, a. 3, s. 2.

To fight,

In a just cause, and for our country's glory,
Is the best office of the best of men ;
And to decline it when these motives urge,
Is infamy beneath a coward's baseness.

Havard's Regulus.

Our country's welfare is our first concern,
And who promotes that best-best proves his duty.

In that dread hour my country's guard I stood,
From the state's vitals tore the coiled serpent,
First hung him writhing up to public scorn,
Then flung him forth to ruin.


Maturin's Bertram, a. 4, s. 2.

This love of thine

For an ungrateful and tyrannic soil
Is passion and not patriotism.

Byron's Two Foscari, a. 3, s. 1.

Calendaro. But if we fail

Bertuccio. They never fail who die In a great cause: the block may soak their gore; Their heads may sodden in the sun; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls— But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which o'erpower all others, and conduct

The world at last to freedom.

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

While in the radiant front, superior shines
That first paternal virtue, public zeal;
Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey,
And, ever musing on the common weal,
Still labours glorious with some great design.

Thomson's Seasons-Summer.

Who, firmly good in a corrupted state,
Against the rage of tyrants single stood,


In public life severe,

To virtue still inexorably firm;

But when, beneath his low illustrious roof,

Sweet peace and happy wisdom smooth'd his brow, Not friendship softer was, nor love more kind. Ibid.

He alone

Remains unshaken. Rising he displays
His godlike presence. Dignity and grace
Adorn his frame, and manly beauty, join'd
With strength Herculean. On his aspect shines
Sublimest virtue, and desire of fame,
Where justice gives the laurel; in his eye
The inextinguishable spark, which fires

The souls of patriots; while his brow supports
Undaunted valour, and contempt of death.
Serene he rose, and thus address'd the throng.-

Glover's Leonidas.

Of patriots bursting with heroic rage,
Or placemen, all tranquillity and smiles.

Cowper's Task, b. 4.

But the age of virtuous politics is past,
And we are deep in that of cold pretence.
Patriots are grown too shrewd to be sincere,
And we too wise to trust them.

I see thee weep, ar I thine are honest tears,
A patriot's for his country. Thou art sad
At thought of her forlorn and abject state,
From which no power of thine can raise her up.


Ibid. b. 6.


Long peace, I find,

But nurses dangerous humours up to strength,

Licence and wanton rage, which war alone

Can purge away.

Mallet's Mustapha.

Now no more the drum

Provokes to arms, or trumpet's clangour shrill
Affrights the wives, or chills the virgin's blood;
But joy and pleasure open to the view


Philips's Cider, b. 2.

That prince, and that alone, is truly great,
Who draws the sword reluctant, gladly sheaths.

Young's Night Thoughts, n. 6.

O beauteous peace!

Sweet union of a state! what else but thou

Gives safety, strength, and glory to a people?



Oh, Peace! thou source, and soul of social life;
Beneath whose calm inspiring influence,
Science his views enlarges, art refines,
And swelling commerce opens all her ports;
Blest be the man divine, who gives us thee!

Thomson's Britannia.

Oh first of human blessings! and supreme!
Fair Peace! how lovely, how delightful thou!
By whose wide tie, the kindred sons of men
Live brothers like, in amity combin'd,
And unsuspicious faith; while honest toil
Gives every joy, and to those joys a right,
Which idle, barbarous rapine but usurps.

Nature, in her productions, slow, aspires
By just degrees to reach perfection's height.


Somervile's Chase, b. 1.

So slow

The growth of what is excellent, so hard
T' attain perfection in this nether world.

Cowper's Task, b. 1.


He who flies,

In war or peace, who his great purpose yields,
He is the only villain of this world:

But he who labours firm and gains his point,
Be what it will, which crowns him with success,
He is the son of fortune and of fame;
By those admir'd, those specious villains most,
That else had bellow'd out reproach against him.
Thomson's Agamemnon.

Perseverance is a Roman virtue,

That wins each godlike act, and plucks success
Ev'n from the spear-proof crest of rugged danger.

Havard's Regulus.

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