Yet of manners mild, And winning every heart, he knew to please, Thomson Oh, popular applause! what heart of man Some shout him, and some hang upon his car POVERTY. To men Press'd by their wants, all change is ever welcome. Ibid. Ben Jonson's Cataline. What wretch art thou? whose misery and baseness Hangs on my door; whose hateful whine of woe, Breaks in upon my sorrows, and distracts My jarring senses with thy beggar's cry? Rowe's Jane Shore, a. 5, s. 1. O blissful poverty! Nature too partial to thy lot, assigns Health, freedom, innocence, and downy peace, Her real goods; and only mocks the great, With empty pageantries. Fenton's Mariamme. Be honest poverty thy boasted wealth; So shall thy friendships be sincere, tho' few, I had not thus been silent. But men's wisdom Is rated by their means. From the poor leader Of sixty lances, who seeks words of weight? Walter Scott's Halidon Hill. Patricians beg their bitter bread In narrow streets, and in their shameful need Byron's Doge of Venice, a. 5, s. 3. Thus, while my joyless minutes tedious flow, With vocal heel, thrice thund'ring at my gate, Philip's Splendid Shilling. What numbers, once in fortune's lap high-fed, To shock us more, solicit it in vain! Young's Night Thoughts, n. 1. Sore pierc'd by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty. Thomson's Seasons-Winter. Sleep seems their only refuge. For alas! Cowper's Task, b. 4. But poverty, with most who whimper forth Ibid. The frugal housewife trembles when she lights Cowper's Task, b. 4. Aye! idleness! the rich folks never fail With a shrug that pleads "'Tis my necessity!" he stops and speaks, Screwing a smile into his dinnerless face. Southey. Rogers's Italy. PRAISE. My soul, Like yours, is open to the charms of praise: Whitehead's Roman Father: She who only finds her self-esteem Joanna Baillie's Basil, a. 2, s. 4. What we admire we praise; And when we praise Acknowledg'd, others may admire it too. Cowper's Task, b. 3. PRAYERS. O wherefore did God grant me my request, Our earnest pray'rs, then giv'n with solemn hand Milton's Samson Agonistes. His pure thoughts were borne Like fumes of sacred incense o'er the clouds, Of light, to the bright source of all. Congreve's Mourning Bride. A good man's prayers Will from the deepest dungeon climb Heaven's height, And bring a blessing down. Joanna Baillie's Ethwald, pt. 2, a. 4, s. 3. Oh sad estate Of human wretchedness! so weak is man, Hannah More's Moses, pt. 1. Fountain of mercy! whose pervading eye Ibid. b. 3. Fond of the misery we paint so well, We pour on Heav'n's dread ear, what man's would shrink from. Maturin's Bertram, a. 3, s. 2. They forthwith to the place Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 10. If by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will No more avails than breath against the wind, Sighs now breath'd Unutterable, which the spirit of prayer Inspir'd, and wing'd for Heav'n with speedier flight Than loudest oratory. The few that pray at all pray oft amiss, And seeking grace t' improve the prize they hold, Would urge a wiser suit, than asking more. Ibid. His comrade too arose, And with the outward forms Cowper's Task, b. 6. Of righteousness and prayer insulted God. Southey's Thalaba. PRIDE. The snarler pride, Plac'd by a mirror, starts, and barks, and bites At its own image. Jeffrey's Edwin. |