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AMBITION - EMULATION - GLORY.
Ravish'd with joy, he wings his eager flight,
BYRON'S Don Juun.
Byron's Don Juan.
N. P. WILLIS.
THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.
J. T. WATSON
J. T, WATSON
ANCESTRY - NOBILITY-TITLES, &c.
ANCESTRY — NOBILITY — TITLES, &c. True is that whilome that good poet said,
That gentle mind by gentle deed is known,
As by his manners, in which plain is shown
SPENSER's Fairy Queen.
FORD. Man is a name of honour for a king; Additions take away from each chief thing.
CHAPMAN. A fool indeed has great need of a title ; It teaches men to call himn Count and Duke, And to forget his proper name of fool.
CROWN Titles, the servile courtier's lean reward, Sometimes the pay of virtue, but more oft The hire which greatness gives to slaves and sycophants.
Rowe. With their authors in oblivion sunk Vain titles lie; the servile badges oft Of mean submission, not the meed of worth.
THOMSON. Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue, Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble Of nature's own creating.
THOMSON Should vice expect to 'scape rebuke, Because its owner is a duke?
ANCESTRY - NOBILITY - TITLES, &c.
'Tis from high life high characters are drawn;
Pope's Moral Essays.
Byron's Don Juan. ANGER-TEMPER- RAGE.
* Your ancient house ?" No more : I cannot see 'The wondrous merits of a pedigree:
Nor of a proud display Of smoky ancestors in wax and clay.
GIFFORD'S Juvenuh What boots it on the lineal tree to trace, Through many a branch, the founders of our raceTime-honoured chiefs—if, in their right, we give A loose to vice, and like low villains live ?
Gifford's Juvenal Fond man! though all the honours of your line Bedeck your halls, and round your galleries shine In proud display, yet take this truth from ineVirtue alone is true nobility!
Gifford's Juvenal. How shall we call those noble, who disgrace Their lineage, proud of an illustrious race ? Who seek to shine by borrow'd lights alone, Nor with their fathers' glories blend their own?
Gifford's Juveniu. Whence his name And lineage long, it suits me not to say ; Suffice it that, perchance, they were of fame, And had been glorious in another day.
BYRON's Childe llar old
ANGER - TEMPER — RAGE.
Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath,
Abhorred bloodshed, and tumultuous strife,
Bitter despite, with rancour's rusty knife,
SPENSER's Fairy Quren.
differ but in this:
SHAKSPEARE Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd.
CONGREVE Those hearts that start at once into a blaze, And open all ineir rage,
like summer storms