3. He travels and expatiates; as the bee Pay contribution to the store he gleans: COWPER'S Task. 4. But every fool describes, in these bright days, BYRON'S Don Juan. 5. And he, who's doom'd o'er waves to roam, Or wander on a foreign strand, Will sigh whene'er he thinks of home, And better love his native land. TREACHERY. WILLIAM LEGGETT. 1. Stealing her soul with many vows of faith, And ne'er a true one. 2. He is compos'd and fram'd of treachery. 3. He, in whom My heart had treasur'd all its boast and pride, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. EURIPIDES' Medea. 4. Oh! colder than the wind that freezes MOORE. But with his last attempt he wip'd it out, 2. Treason and murder ever kept together, 3. Is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. ADDISON'S Cato. 4. Treason does never prosper; what's the reason? Why, when it prospers, none dare call it treason. 5. O! for a tongue to curse the slave, Whose treason, like a deadly blight, 3. Slowly he falls, amid triumphing cries; Without a groan, without a struggle, dies. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 496 TRUTH-TYRANNY, &c. 4. It is not victory to win the field, 5. Cæsar himself could never say He got two victories in one day, As I have done, that can say, twice I, GOMERSALL. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 6. The God of Battles smil'd-Justice triumph'd; TRUTH. (See FALSEHOOD.) J. T. WATSON. TYRANNY. (See OPPRESSION.) UNANIMITY. 1. There are two hearts whose movements thrill In unison so closely sweet, That, pulse to pulse, responsive still They both must heave or cease to beat. BARTON. 2. There are two souls whose equal flow In gentle streams so calmly run, They cannot part-their souls are one! BARTON. 3. Each was the other's mirror, and but read Joy sparkling in their dark eyes, like a gem; BYRON. VARIETY. 1. Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth MILTON'S Comus. 2. The earth was made so various, that the mind 3. Variety's the source of joy below, 4. COWPER'S Tusk. From which still fresh revolving pleasures flow; No sweet bird, GAY'S Epistles. That beats the pathless void, but pours new notes, 5. Countless the various species of mankind, AARON HILL. Countless the shades which sep'rate mind from mind; No general object of desire is known; Each has his will, and each pursues his own. GIFFORD'S Perseus. |