For charity itself fulfils the law, And who can sever love from charity? IT is by the finest tints and most insensible gradations that Nature descends from the fairest face about St. James's to the sootiest complexion in Africa. At which tint of these is it, that the ties of blood are to cease? and how many shades must we descend lower still in the scale, ere mercy is to vanish with them? STERNE. Roor pity in thy heart, that when it grows If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, SONN. CXLII. An we might have a good woman born but one cvery blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well. ALL'S WELL i. 3. SUPPOSE there is not a single man, or woman, who has not more or less need of that stoical resignation which is often a hidden heroism, or who, in considering his or her past history, is not aware that it has been cruelly affected by the ignorant or selfish action of some fellow-being in a more or less close relation of life. And to my mind, there can be no stronger motive than this perception, to an energetic effort, that the lives of others shall not suffer in a like manner from us. GEORGE ELIOT. Ан, wasteful woman! She who may How spoiled the bread and spilled the wine, Which, spent with due respective thrift, COVENTRY PATMORE. Dian in her orb, As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown. MUCH ADO iv. 1. THE HE moon reigns glorious, glad of the gale; as glad as if she gave herself to its fierce caress with love. CHARLOTTE BRONTË. QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep : Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever; Thou that mak'st a day of night, BEN JONSON. How irksome is this music to my heart! you IF y 2 KING HENRY VI. ii. I. love music, hear it; go to operas, concerts, and pay fiddlers to play to you: but I insist on your neither piping or fiddling yourself. It puts a gentleman in a very frivolous, contemptible light; brings him into a great deal of bad company, and takes up a great deal of time which might be much better employed. Few things would mortify me more than to see you bearing part in a concert with a fiddle under your chin or a pipe in your mouth. LORD CHESTERFIELD. THUS long ago, Ere heaving bellows learned to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage. DRYDEN. For the apparel oft proclaims the man. HAMLET i. 3. A GENTLEMAN in our late civil wars, when his quarters were beaten up by the enemy, was taken prisoner, and lost his life afterwards, only by staying to put on a band and adjust his periwig. He would escape like a person of quality, or not at all, and died the noble martyr of ceremony and gentility. COWLEY. AND what art thou, thou idol ceremony? KING HENRY v. iv. 1. |