SLAVERY. Lives there who loves his pain? Who would not, finding way, break loose from hell, Though thither doom'd? Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 4. At first I thought that liberty and heaven War, famine, pest, volcano, storm, and fire, Here, plung'd in mines, forgets a sun was made. Young's Night Thoughts, n. 1. Ill-fated race! the softening arts of peace, Command the world; the light that leads to Heaven ; And all-protecting freedom, which alone These are not theirs. Thomson's Seasons-Summer. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own, and having pow'r Cowper's Task, b. 2. I would not have a slave to till my ground, Cowper's Task, b. 2. I could endure Chains nowhere patiently; and chains at home, To know How salt another's bread is, and how toilsome Ibid. Rogers's Italy. SLEEP. How happy is that balm to wretches, sleep! And injur'd honour, when redress is lost, Beaumont's Queen of Corinth. So sleeps the sea boy on the cloudy mast, Lee's Mithridates. In thee, oppressors soothe their angry brow: The wretch condemn'd is equal to his judge; Sir R. Steele's Lying Lovers. The noon of night is past, and gentle sleep, Slade's Love and Duty. O ye immortal powers that guard the just, Addison's Cato. Kind sleep affords The only boon the wretched mind can feel; A momentary respite from despair. Murphy's Alzuma. Tir'd nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes: Young's Night Thoughts, n. 1. Man's rich restorative; his balmy bath, Sleep's dewy wand Has strok'd my drooping lids, and promises Ibid. The shades descend, and midnight o'er the world Armstrong's Art of Preserving Health, b. 3. The murmuring wind, the moving leaves With mingled lullabies of sight and sound. SOCIETY. Southey's Thalaba. Hail, social life! into thy pleasing bounds Thomson's Agamemnon, a. 3, s. 1. Among unequals what society. Can sort, what harmony or true delight. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 8. Now I feel by proof, That fellowship in pain divides not smart, Nor lightens aught each man's peculiar load. Milton's Paradise Regained, b. 1. Meantime the song went round and dance and sport, Wisdom and friendly talk, successive stole Their hours away. Thomson's Seasons-Spring. I too remember well that cheerful bowl, Which round his table flow'd. The serious there Mix'd with the sportive, with the learn'd the plain; Mirth soften'd wisdom, candour temper'd mirth; And wit its honey lent, without the sting. Man in society is like a flow'r Blown in its native bed. 'Tis there alone SOLDIERS. Thomson. Cowper's Task, b. 4. No matter what becomes of the poor soldiers, The brave abroad fight for the wise at home: Lee. Dryden's King Arthur. Dost thou not know the fate of soldiers ?. Southern's Loyal Brothers. 'Tis the sport of statesmen, When heroes knock their knotty heads together, And fall by one another. Rowe's Ambitious Stepmother. Gallant in strife, and noble in their ire, The battle is their pastime. They go forth Gay in the morning, as to the summer's sport: |