But while hope lives Let not the generous die. 'Tis late before The brave despair. Thomson's Sophonisba, a. 1, s. 3. True courage scorns To vent her prowess in a storm of words; And to the valiant actions speak alone. Smollett's Regicide. Not to the ensanguin'd field of death alone In the deliberate council, sagely scans The source of action; weighs, prevents, provides, Of brutal force alone. This is true courage, not the brutal force A dream, a vapour, or an ague-fit May make a coward of him. Ibid. Whitehead's Roman Father. The intent and not the deed Is in our power; and therefore who dares greatly, Does greatly. Browne's Barbarossa. The brave man is not he who feels no fear, But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from. One valiant spirit. Joanna Baillie's Basil, a. 3, s. 1. Rocks have been shaken from the solid base; But what shall move a firm and dauntless mind? Ibid, a. 4, s. 2. D I would, God knows, in a poor woodman's hut I'll be it nobly. Joanna Baillie's Constantine Paleologus, a. 2, s. 4. There's nought within the My heart is firm : compass of humanity The torture! you have put me there already, There's that within my heart shall strain your engines. Fate made me what I am-may make me nothingBut either that or nothing must I be; I will not live degraded. Byron's Sardanapalus, a. 1, s. 2. What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will, Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 1. Darken'd so, yet shone Above them all the arch-angel: but his face To bow and sue for grace Ibid. Who from the terror of this arm so late Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 1. But he his wonted pride Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore Semblance of worth not substance, gently rais'd Their fainting courage, and dispell'd their fears. Ibid. I should ill become this throne, O peers, And this imperial sov'reignty, adorn'd With splendor, arm'd with pow'r, if ought propos'd Me from attempting. Ibid, b. 2. Th' undaunted fiend what this might be admir'd, Incens'd with indignation, Satan stood No thought of flight, None of retreat, no unbecoming deed That argu'd fear: each on himself rely'd, Of victory. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid, b. 6. Is there the man, into the lion's den ? Thomson's Britannia. COURT. The court's a golden, but a fatal circle, And beckon early virtue from its centre. Lee's Nero. Virtue must be thrown off, 'tis a coarse garment, Dryden's Spanish Friar. Fly from the court's pernicious neighbourhood; Unhappy lot of all that shine at courts; Dr. Johnson's Irene. Hast thou then liv'd in courts? Hast thou grown grey To hide his secret soul, and dost not know Hannah More's Daniel, pt. 1. mouth See there he comes, th' exalted idol comes ! The pageant of a day; without one friend Somervlile's Chase, b. 4. And squeeze my hand, and beg me come to-morrow. Refusal! canst thou wear a smoother form? Young's Night Thoughts, n. 4. 'Tis a fearful spectacle to see So many maniacs dancing in their chains. Cowper's Task, b. 2. There we grow early grey, but never wise. There the sycophant, and he That with bare-headed and obsequious bows And groat per diem, if his patron frown. Ibid, b. 3. COURTIER, See how he sets his countenance for deceit, And promises a lie before he speaks. Dryden's All for Love. How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, fawn on, Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up, Which those industrious bees so hardly toil'd for. Otway's Orphan, |