Couarge.

A generous few, the vet'ran hardy gleanings
Of many a hapless sight, with a fierce
Heroic fire inspired each other;

Resolv'd on death, disdaining to survive
Their deared countr" if we fall," I cry'd,
"Let us not tamely fall like passive cowards!
No let us live or let us die like men!

Come on my friends. To Alfred we will cut
Our glorious way; or, as we nobly perish,
Will offer to the genius of our country,
Whole becatombs of Danes." As if one soul
Had mov'd them all, around their heads they flash'd
Their flaming falchions-" Lead us to those Danes!
Our country! vengeance!" was the general cry.

Fear.

[Masque of Alfred.

How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition!

It comes upon me---Art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil?
That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stand ?
Speak to me, what art thou?

Love.

Who can behold such beauty and be silent?
Oh! I could talk of thee for ever;

For ever fix and gaze on those dear eyes:
For, every glance they send, darts thro' my soul.

Anger.

[Orphan.

Hear me, rash man; on thy allegiance hear me,
Since thou hast striven to make us break our vow,
(Which not our nature nor our place can bear)
We banish thee for ever from our sight

And kingdom. If, when three days are expired,
Thy hated trunk be found in our dominions,
That moment is thy death. Away!

By Jupiter this shall not be revok'd. [Tragedy of Lear,
Contempt.

Away!--no woman could descend so low,

1 skipping, dancing, worthless tribe you are.

Fit only for yourselves, you herd together;
And when the circling glafs warms your vain hearts,
You talk of beauties that you never faw,

And fancy raptures which you never knew.
Pity.

As, in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well grac'd actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious;

[F. Penitent.

Even fo, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did fcowl on Richard. No man cry'd God fave him!
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:
Which with fuch gentle forrow he shook off,
(His face ftill combating with tears and fimiles,
The badges of his grief and patience)

That, had not God, for fome ftrong purpose, steel'd
The hearts of men, they must have melted,
And barbarifm itself have pitied him.

Hatred.

How like a fawning publican he looks!

I hate him, for he is a chriftian;
But more, for that in low simplicity
He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of ufance here with us in Venice.
It I can catch him once upon the hip,

[Richard II.

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our facred nation; and he rails,
E'en there, where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains and my well won thritt,
Which he calls ufury. Curfed be my tribe.
If I forgive him!

Pride.

[Merch. of Venice.

Afk for what end the heavenly bodies shine,
Earth for what ufe Pride anfwers, "Tis for mine
För me kind nature wakes her genial power,
Suckles each herb, and fpreads out ev'ry flower;
Annual, for me, the grape, the role renew
The juice nectareous and the balmy dew;
For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings:
For me, health gushes from a thousand fprings,
Seas roll to waft me, funs to light me rife

My footftool earth, my canopy the fkies." [Essay on Man,

B

Humility.

I know not how to thank you. Rude I ami,
In fpeech and manners; never, till this hour,
Stood in fuch a prefence: Yet, my Lord,
There's fomething in my breaft that makes me bold
To fay, that Norval ne'er will shame thy favor.
Melancholy.

[Doug.

There is a ftupid weight upon my fenfes, A difinal fullen ftillness, that fucceeds The storm of rage and grief, like filent death, After the tumult and the noile of life, Love was th' informing active fire within: Now that is quench'd, the mafs forgets to move, And longs to mingle with its kindred earth. [Fair Penit. Commanding.

Silence, ye winds,

That make outrageous war upon the ocean;
And thou, old ocean, ftill thy boift'rous waves:
Ye warring elements, be hufh'd as death;
While I impofe my dread commands on hell.
And thou, profoundest hell, whofe dreadful fway
Is given to me by fate and demogorgon.

Hear, hear my powerful voice, through all thy regions;
And, from thy gloomy caverns, thunder thy reply.

Hope.

Rinaldo & Armida.

O hope, fweet flatterer, whofe delufive touch
Sheds on afflicted minds the balm of comfort,
Relieves the load of poverty, fuftains

The captive, bending with the weight of bonds,
And smooths the pillow of disease and pain;

Send back th' exploring meffenger with joy,

And let me hail thee from that friendly grove. [Boadecea. Boasting.

My arm a nobler victory ne'er gain'd ; And I am prouder to have paff'd that stream, Than that I drove a million o'er the plain.

Perplexity.

I

[Lee's Alexander.

Go fellow, get thee home, provide fome carts, And bring away the armour that is there.

Gentleren, will you go and mufter men?

If I know how to order thefe affairs,
Disorderly thus thrust into my hands,
Never believe me. All is uneven,
And every thing is left at fix and feven.

Revenge.

[Richard II.

If it will feed nothing elfe, it will feed my revenge. He hath difgraced me and hindered me of half a million, laughed at my loffes, mocked at my gains, fcorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reafon? I am a Jew, Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimenfions, fenfes, affections, paffions? Is he not fed with the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, fubject to the fame difeafes, healed by the fame means, warmed and cooled by the fame winter and fummer, as a Christian is? If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poifon us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, fhall we not revenge? If we are like you in the reft we will refemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Chriftian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Chrif tian wrong a Jew, what fhould his fufferance be, by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute; and it fhall go hard, but I will better by the inftruation.

Remorse.

[Merchant of Venice:

I remember a mafs of things but nothing diftinctly; a quarrel but nothing wherefore. O that man fhould put an enemy in their mouths, to fleal away their brains! that we fhould, with joy, pleafance, revel and applaufe, transform ourfelves into beafts! I will ask him for my place again he fhall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as a Hydra, fuch an answer would ftop them all. To be now a fenfible man, by and by a fool, and prently a beast. Every inordinate cup is unbleft and the ingredient is a devil., Tragedy of Othella.

In the following lessons there are many examples of an tithesis, or opposition in the sense. For the benefit of the learned, some of these examples are distinguished by Italic Letters; and the words so marked are em phatical.

SELECT SENTENCES.

TEACHING.
CHAP. I.

O be very active in laudable purfuits is the diftinguish

There is an heroic innocence, as well as an heroic courage.

There is a mean in all things. Even virtue itself has its ftated limits, which not being ftrialy obferved, it ceafes

to be virtue.

It

is

wifer to prevent a quarrel before hand, than to revenge it afterwards.

It is much better to reprove than to be angry secretly. No revenge is more heroic, than that which torments envy by doing good.

The difcretion of a man deferreth his anger, and it is his glory to pafs over a tranfgreffion.

Money, like manure, does no good till it is fpread. There is no real ufe of riches, except in the diftribution; the reft is all conceit.

A wife man will defire no more than what he may get july, ufe foberly, diftribute cheerfully, and live upon contentedly.

A contented mind and a good confcience, will make a man happy in all conditions. He knows not how to fear who dares to die.

There is but one way of fortifying the foul against all gloomy prefages and terrors of the mind; and that is, by fecuring to ourselves the friendship and protection of that Being who difpofes of events, and governs futurity.

Philofophy is then only valuable, when it ferves for the law of life, and not for the oftentation of science.