STATESMAN. 1. A statesman, that can side with every faction, And yet most subtly can entwist himself, 2. When he hath wrought the business up to danger. Forbear, you things That stand upon the pinnacles of state, To boast your slippery height; when you do fall, SHIRLEY. BEN JONSON. 3. Thus the court wheel goes round, like fortune's ball; One statesman rising on another's fall. 4. With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state: deep on his front engraven R. BROME. 1. Had I miscarried, I had been a villain; HIGGONS. 2. 'Tis not in mortals to command success; But we'll do more, Sempronius we 'll deserve it. ADDISON'S Cato. 3. It is success that colours all in life; 4. Success makes fools admir'd, makes villains honest. Applause Waits on success; the fickle multitude, Like the light straw that floats along the stream, THOMSON. FRANKLIN. 5. But who shall tax successful villany, Or call the rising traitor to account? 1. SUICIDE. The dread of something after death, That undiscover'd country, from whose bourn Than fly to others, that we know not of. HAVARD. SHAKSPEARE. 2. Oh! that this too, too solid flesh would melt, 3. Thaw, and dissolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not set His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! To run away SHAKSPEARE. From this world's ills, that, at the very worst, BLAIR'S Grave. 4. Fear, guilt, despair, and moon-struck frenzy, rush 5. To cut his throat a brave man scorns; - FENTON. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 6. He with delirious laugh the dagger hurl'd, 7. CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope. I mean not That poor-soul'd piece of heroism, self-slaughter; There's many a better thing to do than die! G. DARLEY. 2. Shame on those breasts of stone, that cannot melt AARON HILL. 3. Oh! ask not, hope thou not too much Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountain flow. MRS. HEMANS. 4. There's nought in this bad world like sympathy; Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. BYRON'S Don Juan. 5. I know thee not -and yet our spirits seem MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. 6. I know thee not I never heard thy voice; - Yet, could I choose a friend from all mankind, Thy heart should guide my heart, thy mind, my mind. 1. What war so cruel, or what siege so sore, To bring the soul into captivity? SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. Its favours here are trials, not rewards. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 3. But Satan now is wiser than of yore, 4. There are crimes, Which Nature cannot master or forbear. Made venial by the occasion, and temptations, POPE. BYRON. 5. It reign'd in Eden in that heavy hour When the arch tempter sought our mother's bower, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 6. There the fair tree in fatal beauty grew, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. THEATRE.-(See ACTOR.) THIEVES. (See DISHONESTY.) - |