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Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
SOMERVILE's Chase. Lean abstinence, pale grief, and haggard care, The dire attendants of forlorn despair.
PATTISON. So farewell, hope, and with hope farewell fear; Farewell remorse ; all good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good!
Milton's I aradise Lost. My loss is such as cannot be repair'd, And to the wretched, life can be no mercy.
DRYDEN. Talk not of comfort—'t is for lighter ills ; I will indulge my sorrow, and give way To all the pangs and fury of despair.
ADDISON's Cato But desperate is their doom whom doubt has driven
To censure fate, and pious hope forego;
Perfection, beauty, life, they never know,
Alas! the breast that inly bleeds,
thro' hosts With levellid spears.
Byron's Two Foscari
My mother earth!
MRS. C. H. W. ELING,
DESTINY - FATE-NECESSITY.
She stands, as stands the stricken deer
Check'd midway in the fearful chase,
and ear The gaunt, grey robber, baying near
Between it and its hiding-placeWhile still behind, with yell and blow, Sweeps, like a storm, the coming foe.
J. G. WHITTIKR. The fond illusions I have cherish'd
Anticipations once so fair-
J. T. WATSON. What next? I know not, do not care
Come pain or pleasure, weal or woe, There's nothing which I cannot bear, Since I have borne this withering blow.
J. T. WATSON.
DESTINY - FATE - NECESSITY.
Who, then, can strive with strong necessity,
SPENSER's Fairy Queen.
SHAKSPEARE. "T is necessity To which the gods must yield; and I obey, Till I redeem it by some glorious way.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. Alas ! what stay is there in human state, Or who can shun inevitable fate? The doom was written, the decree was past, Ere the foundations of the world were cast.
DESTRUCTION - RUIN
Fatal necessity is never known,
And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails,
Byron's Don Juan.
DESTRUCTION – RUIN.
See the wide waste of all-devouring years!
Pope's Moral Essays.
High towers, fair temples, goodly theatres,
Strong walls, rich porches, princely palaces, Fine streets, brave houses, sacred sepulchres,
Sure gates, sweet gardens, slately galleries All these, (Oh, pity !) now are turn’d to dust, And overgrown with black Oblivion's rust.
SPENSER's Fairy Queen 'T'heir sceptres broken and their swords in rust.
Byron's Childle Harold Where her high steeples whilom used to stand,
On which the lordly falcon wont to tower,
SPENSER’s Ruins of Time.
DETERMINATION — RESOLUTION, &c.
SHAKSPEARE Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed ; For what I will, I will--and there's an end.
SHAKSLEARE. Although T'he air of Paradise did fan the house, And angels offic'd all, I will be gone.
SHAKSPEARE. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace.