And evermore the waters worship God; Mrs. Hale's Poems. Type of the Infinite! I look away If my offence be of such mortal kind, Thou art to me! For countless years thou'st So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content, roll'd; Before an ear did hear thee, thou didst mourn, Thou art the same, eternal sea! The occan looketh up to heaven, As 't were a living thing; A beautiful and tireless band, Whittier's Poems. And shut myself up in some other course, To fortune's alms. Shaks. Othella. In such a time as this, it is not meet Shaks. Henry IV. Part I. Where is the evidence that doth accuse me? What lawful quest have given their verdict up Unto the frowning judge? Shaks. Richard III. He hath wrong'd his queen, but still he is her lord; He hath wrong'd my sister, still he is my brother; He hath wrong'd his people, still he is their sove What custom wills in all things, should we do't J. R. Lowell - The Syrens. Shaks. Coriolanus. He climbs, he pants, he grasps them; at his heels, That fastens upon wit and sense, Why, look around, And count, if possible, the pamper'd numbers Who fatten on the state: they are the men, Who, if they find a man too honourable To be a fellow-gleaner of the spoils, When faction's sickle sweeps the public wealth, Lift up their angry voices to the crowd And breathe around their pestilential breath, Till virtue's self is tainted by the touch. Dawes's Athenia of Damascus. They who bend to Power, and lap its milk, Are fickler and more dangerous far than they Who honestly defy it! Boker's Calaynos. OPINION. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. Shaks. Pericles. Opinion, the blind goddess of fools, foe To the virtuous, and only friend to Undeserving persons. That with a venomous contagion, By contact, as the humours match; This men of one another catch 380 Butler's Hudibras How can you rest where pow'r is still alarm'd: We all, my lords, have err'd. For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Miss Eliza Cook. He lov'd his kind, but sought the love of few, Yet in opinions look not always back; Chapman's Widow's Tears. Your wake is nothing, mind the coming track; Let not opinion make thy judgment err; The evening conquest crowns the conqueror. O. W. Holines There is a tide in the affairs of men, Shaks. Julius Cæsar A little fire is quickly trodden out; Shaks. Henry VI. Part III. Our hands are full of business; let's away; Shaks. Henry IV. Part I. The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, Occasion, set on wing, flies fast away, find; Her feet are swift, bald is her head behind: Mirror for Magistrates. Opportunity to statesmen, is as the just degree Of heat to chymists; it perfects all the work. Suckling's Brennoralt. The old Scythians Painted blind fortune's powerful hands with wings, To show her gifts come swift and suddenly, Which, if her fav'rite be not swift to take, He loses them for ever. Chapman's Busy D'Ambois. The midwife and the bawd to all our vices: Denham's Sophy. Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take Wordsworth. The golden opportunity Is never offer'd twice, seize then the hour When fortune smiles and duty points the way;Nor shrink aside to 'scape the spectre Fear,Nor pause though pleasure beckon from her bower; But bravely bear thee onward to the goal. Old Play. OPPRESSION.-(See TYRANNY.) ORATOR. In Pope With studied impropriety of speech, Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; PAIN-PARASITE-PARENTS. Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, Dr. Wolcot's Peter Pindar. Proud of his "hear hims," proud too of his vote And last virginity of oratory, Proud of his learning (just enough to quote), He revell'd in his Ciceronian glory: With memory excellent to get by rote, With wit to hatch a pun or tell a story, Graced with some merit and with more effrontery, "His country's pride;" he came down to the country. Byron. His speech was a fine sample, on the whole, PARASITE. 391 Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call "rigmarole." | Is a most precious thing dropp'd from above; Sense of pleasure we may well Spare out of life perhaps, and not repine, But live content, which is the calmest life: But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience PARENTS. Unreasonable creatures feed their young; Who hath not seen them, even with those wings Milton's Paradise Lost. Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest, Our pains are real things, and all Butler's Hudibras. Again the play of pain Shoots o'er his features as the sudden gust Crisps the reluctant lake, that lay so calm Beneath the mountain shadow. Pope. Byron. They talk of short-liv'd pleasure—be it so- Bryant's Poems. Parents are o'erseen, When, with too strict a rein, they do hold in Their child's affections; and control that love, Which the powers divine instruct them with: When in their shallow judgments, they may know Affection cross'd, brings misery and woe. Robert Taylour's Hog hath lost its Pearl. Fathers their children, and themselves abuse; That wealth, a husband, for their daughters choose. Shirley's School of Compliments Honour thy parents to prolong thine end; That I shall say-good night till it be to-morrow. And even there, his eye being big with tears, Shaks. Romeo and Juliet. Farewell; God knows, when we shall meet again, I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life. it. What! gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak : And whether we shall meet again, I know not When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy If not, why then this parting was well made. danger, If ever danger do environ thee, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be tny beadsman, Valentine. I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd To look upon him; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle: Shaks. Cymbeline. Shaks. Julius Casar. Shaks. Hamle With that, wringing my hand he turns away, |