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DECLARATION - PROPOSAL.

An open foe may prove a curse,
But a pretended friend is worse.

Gay's Fables.
For when a smiling face doth cloak deceit,
It is our duty to expose the cheat.

J. T. WATSON.

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Thou-thou hast metamorphos'd me;
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought,
Made me with musing weak, heart-sick with thought.

SHAKSPEARE.
Helen, I love thec ; by my life I do:
I swear by that, which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false, that says I love thee not.

SIIAKSPEARE
Perdition seize my soul, but I do love thee !

SHAKSPEARE. On your hand, that

pure

altar, I vow,
Though I've look'd, and have lik’d, and have left,--
That I never have loved till now !

M. G. LEWIS.
I know thou doom'st me to despair,

Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me ;
But, ah, Eliza, hear my prayer,--
For pity's sake, forgive me !

BURNS
By day or night, in wcal or wo,

This heart, no longer free,
Must bear the love it cannot show,
And, silent, ache for thee.

BYRON

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I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose,
They have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart.

PRIOR
Why should I blush to own I love ?-
'Tis love that rules the realms above;
Why should I bluish to say to all,
That virtue holds my heart in thrall ?

HENRY KIRK White.

DEFIANCE.

I do defy him, and spit at him ;
Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain.

SHAKSPEARE.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler ?
Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares ?

SHAKSPEARE.
Torture thou may'st, but thou shalt ne'er despise me ;
The blood will follow where the knife is driven;
The fiesh will quiver where the pincers tear;
And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain :
But these are foreign to the soul; not mine
The groans that issue, or the tears that fall;
They disobey me ;-on the rack I scorn thee !

YOUNG. He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shouts of loud defiance pours, And shakes his gauntlet at the towers.

Scott's Marmion. Come one, come all—this rock skall fly From its firm base as soon as I.

Scott's Marmiuna

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DELAY-PROCRASTINATION.

DELAY – PROCRASTINATION.

O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late :
"T is like a pardon after execution;
That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me;
But now I'm past all comfort here but prayers.

SHAKSPEARE
Your gift is princely, but it comes too late,
And falls like sunbeams on a blasted blossom.

SUCKLING.
Shun delays, they breed remorse ;

Take thy time, while time is lent thee;
Creeping snails have weakest force ;

Fly their fault, lest thou repent thee.
Good is best when soonest wrought,
Lingering labours come to nought.

SOUTHWELL
Be wise to-day: 't is madness to defer;
Next day the fatal precedent will plead;
Thus on till wisdom is push'd out of life.

Yound's Night Thoughts
Procrastination is the thief of time:
Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene.

Young's Night Thoughts
Think not to-morrow still shall be your care;
Alas! to-morrow like to-day will fare.
Reflect that yesterday's to-morrow's o'er,-
Thus one " to-morrow,

one “to-morrow” more,
Tlave seen long years before them fade away,
nd still appear no nearer than to-day.

GIFFORD's Perseus.

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Oh! how many deeds
Of deathless virtue, and immortal crime,
The world had wanted, had the actor said
I will do this to-morrow!

LORD JOHN RUSSELL.

DELICACY.

That

Like the lily, once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish.

SHAKSPEARE. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,

She sparkled.

Young's Night Thoughts. May the snowy wings Of innocence and love protect thee !

AKENSIDE. Ah! little will the lip reveal Of all the burning heart may feel.

Miss L. E. LANDON. Her eye may grow dim, and her cheek may grow pale, But tell they not both the same fond tale ?Love's lights have fled from her eye

and her cheek, To burn and die on the heart which they seek.

Miss L. E. LANDON. She bore herself So gently, that the lily on its stalk Bends not so easily its dewy head.

J. G. PERCIVAL. Sweet beauty sleeps upon thy brow,

And floats before my eyes ;
As meek and pure as doves art thou,
Or beings of the skies

ROBERT MORRIS

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I do believe you think what now you speak,
But what we do determine oft we break:
Purpose is but the slave to memory,
Of violent birth, but poor validity ;
Which now, like fruits unripe, sticks on the tree,
But fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.

SHAKSPEARE.
He that intends well, yet deprives himself
Of means to put his good thoughts into deeds,
Deceives his purpose of the due reward.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
When any great designs thou dost intend,
Think on the means, the manner, and the end.

DENHAM.
When men's intents are wicked, their guilt haunts them,
But when they're just, they're arm'd, and nothing daunts
them.

MIDDLETON.
Honest designs
Justly resemble our devotions,
Which we must pay, and wait for the reward.

Sir R. HOWARD.

DESPAIR.

It were all one,
That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it.

SHAKSPEARE

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