19. The blighted prospects of an anxious life.

CHARLES SPRAGUE.

20. We have cherish'd fair hopes, we have plotted brave schemes,

We have liv'd till we find them illusive as dreams;
Wealth has melted like snow, that we grasp in our hand,
And the steps we have climb'd have departed like sand.
EPES SARGENT.

21. Farewell! my life may wear a careless smile,

My words may breathe the very soul of lightness;
But the touch'd heart must deeply feel the while,
That life hath lost a portion of its brightness;
And woman's love shall never be a chain,
To bind me to its nothingness again.

EPES SARGENT.

22. The best enjoyment is half disappointment
To that we mean, or would have in this world.

BAILEY'S Festus.

23. These were our hopes, but all our hopes are fled.

24. Not every flower that blossoms

Diffuses sweets around;

Not every scene hope gilds with light
Will fair be found.

MRS. S. J. HALE.

25. But it is past-bright, transient gleam
Of sunshine in life's dreary waste;
Even as some half-remember'd dream
Of happier times, 't is past-'tis past!

26. As poison will sometimes cure poison,
As a nail other nails will expel,
This love you need not make a noise on,
For another may do just as well.

J. T. WATSON.

J. T. WATSON.

DISCONTENT.-(See Contentment.)

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DISCRETION-DISEASE, &c.

DISCRETION. (See CAUTION.)

DISEASE-HEALTH-PHYSICIAN, &c.

1. There never yet was a philosopher,
Who could endure the toothache patiently.

2. By medicines life may be prolong'd, yet death Will seize the Doctor too.

SHAKSPEARE.

3.

About his shelves,

SHAKSPEARE.

4.

A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd to make up a show.

Out, ye impostors !

SHAKSPEARE.

Quack-salving, cheating mountebanks-your skill
Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill.

5.

They are

MASSINGER.

Made of all terms and shreds; no less beliers

Of great men's favours, than their own vile med'cines,
Which they will utter upon monstrous oaths:

Selling that drug for two pence, ere they part,
Which they have valued at twelve crowns before.

6. For men are brought to worse distresses,
By taking physic, than diseases;
And therefore commonly recover,
As soon as doctors give them over.

BEN JONSON.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

7. Wounds by the wider wounds are heal'd, And poisons by themselves expell'd.

8.

All maladies,

BUTLER'S Hudibras

Of ghastly spasm, or racking torture, qualms
Of heartsick agony; all feverish kinds;
Convulsions, epilepsies, fierce catarrhs;
Intestine stone and ulcers: cholic pangs,
Demoniac phrensy, moping melancholy,
And moonstruck madness; pining atrophy,
Marasmus, and wide-wasting pestilence:
Dropsies, and asthmas, and joint-racking rheums.

9. Th' ingredients of health and long life are Great temperance, open air,

Easy labour, little care.

MILTON.

SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.

10. The surest road to health, say what they will,

Is never to suppose we shall be ill;—

Most of those evils we poor mortals know,
From doctors and imagination flow.

11. Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor power,
Can give the heart a cheerful hour,
When health is lost. Be timely wise;
With health all taste of pleasure flies.

12. Next Gout appears, with limping pace,
Which often shifts from place to place :
From head to foot how swift he flies,
And ev'ry joint and sinew plies ;
Still working, when he seems supprest,

A most tenacious, stubborn guest.

CHURCHILL.

GAY's Fables.

GAY's Fables.

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DISEASE-HEALTH - PHYSICIAN.

13. That dire disease, whose ruthless power

Withers the beauty's transient flower.

14. Fever and pain, and pale, consumptive care.

GOLDSMITH.

GOLDSMITH.

15. The power of words, and soothing sounds, appease The raging pain, and lessen the disease.

16. And then the sigh, he would suppress, Of fainting nature's feebleness,

17.

More slowly drawn, grew less and less.

FRANCIS' Horace.

BYRON'S Prisoner of Chillon.

A cheek, whose bloom

Was as a mockery of the tomb,
Whose tints as gently sunk away
As a departing rainbow's ray.

BYRON'S Prisoner of Chillon.

18. Sickness sits cavern'd in his hollow

eye.

BYRON.

19. Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air,
And life, which bloated ease may never hope to share.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

20. This is the way physicians mend or end us,
Secundem artem :-but although we sneer
In health-when sick, we call them to attend us,
Without the least propensity to jeer.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

21. Hers was a beauty that made sad the eye, Bright, but fast fading, like a twilight sky: The shape so finely, delicately frail,

As form'd for climes unruffled by a gale;

The lustrous eye, through which look'd forth the soul,
Bright and more brightly as it near'd the goal;
The waning beauty, the funereal charms,
With which Death steals his bride into his arms.

The New Timon.

22. Along her cheek the deep'ning red Told where the fev'rish hectic fed;

And yet each token gave

To the mild beauty of her face,
A newer and a dearer grace,

Unwarning of the grave.

J. G. WHITTIER.

DISHONESTY - ROGUES-THIEVES.

1. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, Is to be one pick'd out of ten thousand.

2. Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves.

3.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

I'll example you with thievery :
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon 's an arrant thief,
And her pale face she snatches from the sun;
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement; each thing's a thief.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. Nay, take my life and all, pardon not that;
You take my house, when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house: you take my life,
When you do take the means whereby I live.

SHAKSPEARE.

5. Lands, mortgag'd, may return, and more esteem'd;

But honesty once pawn'd is ne'er redeem'd.

6. The man who pauses in his honesty

Wants little of the villain.

MIDDLETON.

MARTYN.