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3. He travels and expatiates; as the bee
From flower to flower, so he from land to land.
The manners, customs, policies of all,

Pay contribution to the store he gleans:
He sucks intelligence in every clime,
And spreads the honey of his deep research
At his return —a rich repast for me.

COWPER'S Task.

4. But every fool describes, in these bright days,
His wondrous journey to some foreign court,
And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise;
Death to his publisher, to him 't is sport.

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,
Proves faithless.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

EURIPIDES' Medea.

4. Oh! colder than the wind that freezes
Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd,
Is that congealing pang, which seizes
The trusting bosom when betray'd.

MOORE.

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But with his last attempt he wip'd it out,
Betray'd his country; and his name remains
To the ensuing age, abhorr'd.

2. Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose.

3.

Is there not some chosen curse,

Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?

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,
Comes o'er the councils of the brave,
To blast them in their hour of might!

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3. Slowly he falls, amid triumphing cries; Without a groan, without a struggle, dies.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

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TRUTH-TYRANNY, &c.

4. It is not victory to win the field,
Unless we make our enemies to yield
More to our justice than our force; and so
As well instruct, as overcome our foe.

5. Cæsar himself could never say

He got two victories in one day,

As I have done, that can say, twice I,
In one day, "veni, vidi, vici!”

GOMERSALL.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

6. The God of Battles smil'd-Justice triumph'd;
The Stars and Stripes, Columbia's sacred Flag,
Like eagles' pinions flutter'd to the breeze;
And the Red Lion, haughty Britain's emblem,
Discomforted, went howling back with rage,
To lair amidst the white cliffs of Albion.

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,
That when they part-they part! ah, no!

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;
And knew each brightness was but the reflection
Of their unchanging glances of affection.

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BYRON.

VARIETY.

1. Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth
With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks,
But all to please and sate the curious taste?

MILTON'S Comus.

2. The earth was made so various, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change
And pleas'd with novelty, might be indulg'd.

3. Variety's the source of joy below,

4.

COWPER'S Tusk.

From which still fresh revolving pleasures flow;
In books and love, the mind one end pursues,
And only change the expiring flame renews.

No sweet bird,

GAY'S Epistles.

That beats the pathless void, but pours new notes,
Distinct from every plumy rival's song.

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.

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