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INJURY-WRONG.

1. It often falls, in course of common life,

That Right longtime is overborne of Wrong,
Through avarice, or power, or guile, or strife,
Which weakens that, and makes this power strong.
SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

2. Things ill begun strengthen themselves in ill.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Mar not the things that cannot be amended.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on, And doves will fight in safeguard of their brood.

5. I see the right, and I approve

it too,

SHAKSPEARE.

Condemn the wrong, but yet the wrong pursue.

6. Then furl your banners- better far

The sun ne'er shone on " Stripe and Star,"
Than it should ever cheer the sight,

Or lead the van to unjust fight.

MRS. M. ST. LEON LOUD.

7. 'Tis wrong to sleep in church—'t is wrong to borrow What you can never pay

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't is wrong to touch With unkind words the heart that pines in sorrow — 'Tis wrong to scold too loud—to eat too much; 'Tis wrong to put off acting till to-morrow To tell a secret, or get drunk. But such Are nought to this of your invention; it Can scarce be borne- but I'll not mention it.

J. T. WATSON.

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INJUSTICE-JUSTICE-RIGHT.

INJUSTICE - JUSTICE-RIGHT.

1. Nought is on earth more sacred or divine, That gods and men do equally adore,

Than this same virtue, that doth right define;

For th' heavens themselves, whence mortal men implore
Right in their wrongs, are rul'd by righteous lore.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

2. This, above all, to thine own self be true, And it will follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

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5. Justice, when equal scales she holds, is blind;
Nor cruelty nor mercy change her mind :
When some escape for that which others die,
Mercy to those, to these is cruelty.

6. Just men are only free, the rest are slaves.

SHAKSPEARE.

DENHAM.

CHAPMAN.

7. And Justice, while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

8.

O! how glorious 't is

To right th' oppress'd, and bring the felon vile

To just disgrace!

SOMERVILE'S Chase.

9. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, whatever is, is right.

One thing is clear

POPE'S Essay on Man.

10. For forms of government let fools contest:
Whatever's best administer'd is best;
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight,
He can't be wrong, whose life is in the right.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

11. He's poor, and that's suspicious—he's unknown,
And that's defenceless; true, we have no proof
Of guilt—but what hath he of innocence?

12. He who is only just, is cruel: who

BYRON'S Werner.

Upon the earth would live, were all judg'd justly?

BYRON'S Marino Faliero.

13. All are not just because they do no wrong;
But he, who will not wrong me when he may,
He is the truly just. I praise not those

Who in their petty dealings pilfer not,

But him, whose conscience spurns at secret fraud,
When he might plunder and defy surprise.
His be the praise, who, looking down with scorn
On the false judgment of the partial herd,
Consults his own clear heart, and boldly dares
To be, not to be thought, an honest man.

CUMBERLAND's Philemon.

INNOCENCE-PURITY.

SHAKSPEARE.

1. For unstain'd thoughts do seldom dream on evil.

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At a false accusation doth the more

Confirm itself; and guilt is best discover'd
By its own fears.

NABB.

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3. Against the head which innocence secures,

Insidious malice aims her darts in vain,

Turn'd backward by the powerful breath of heaven.

4. There is no courage but in innocence; No constancy, but in an honest cause.

DR. JOHNSON.

SOUTHERN.

5. And with her graceful wit there was inwrought A mildly-sweet unworldliness of thought.

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7. As the stain'd web, that whitens in the sun, Grows pure by being purely shone upon.

CAMPBELL.

MOORE.

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

8. Hope may sustain, and innocence impart Her sweet specific to the fearless heart.

CHARLES SPRAGUE.

INSECT.

1. The careful bee amidst his work I view
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew;
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey thro' the skies ;-
Some against hostile drones the hive defend,
Others with sweets the waxen cells distend;
Each in the toil his destin'd office bears,
And in the little bulk a mighty soul appears.

2. The spider, of mechanic kind,

Aspir'd to science more refin'd.

GAY'S Rural Sports.

GAY'S Fables.

3. I'd be a butterfly born in a bower,

Where roses, and lilies, and violets meet,
Roving for ever from flower to flower,

And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.

T. H. BAYLY.

4. The harmless locust of the western clime,
At intervals, amid the leaves unseen,
Is heard to sing with one unbroken sound,
As with a long-drawn breath, beginning low,
And rising to the midst with shriller swell,
Then in low cadence dying all away.

CARLOS WILCOX.

5. The russet grasshopper at times is heard, Snapping his many wings, as half he flies, Half hovers in the air.

CARLOS WILCOX.

6. Beside the stream, collected in a flock,
The noiseless butterflies, tho' on the ground,
Continue still to wave their open wings,
Powder'd with gold.

7.

The butterfly,

That seem'd a living blossom of the air.

CARLOS WILCOX.

CARLOS WILCOX.

8. The dandy of the summer flowers and woods.

9. Thou sweet musician, that around my bed

Dost nightly come, and wind thy little horn,
By what unseen and secret influence led,

Feed'st thou my ear with music till the morn?

SIMMS.

EDWARD SANFORD.

10. Our veins' pure juices were not made for thee, Thou living, singing, stinging atomy.

EDWARD SANFORD.

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