For, well you know, we of th' offending side SHAKSPEARE. And stop all sight-holes, every loop, from whence The eye All's not offence that indiscretion finds, And dotage terms so. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. He hath wrong'd his queen, but still he is her lord; He must not perish thus. BYRON'S Sardanapalus. OFFICE. To hold a place In council, which was once esteem'd an honour, And a reward for virtue, hath quite lost Lustre and reputation, and is made He climbs, he pants, he grasps them; at his heels, And, with a dexterous jerk, soon twists him down, COWPER OLD AGE-OPINION Why, look around, And count, if possible, the pamper'd numbers, When faction's sickle sweeps the public wealth, 435 DAWES' Athenia of Damascus. And here and there some stern, high patriot stood, Which rules the world, and in the mind doth frame Distastes or likings; for, in human race, She makes the fancy various as the face. Let not opinion make thy judgment err; Opinionators naturally differ HOWEL. LADY ALIMONY. From other men; as wooden legs are stiffer BUTLER'S Hudibras. We all, my lords, have err'd: Men may, I find, be honest, though they differ. OPPORTUNITY. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; And we must take the current when it serves, THOMSON SHAKSPEARE. A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. SHAKSPEARF. The means that heaven yields must be embrac'd, The proffer'd means of succour and redress. Accursed opportunity! The midwife and the bawd to all our vices : SHAKSPEARE. 'That work'st our thoughts into desires; desires DENHAN To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous SHAKSPEARE. He hath no friends, but who are friends for fear, SHAKSPEAKE And many an old man's sigh, and many a widow's, SHAKSPEARE. "Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known, Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own. So spake the fiend, and with necessity, HERRICK. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. When force invades the gift of nature, life, His death's his crime, not ours. DRYDEN. I am told thou call'st thyself a king; Know, if thou art one, that the poor have rights; Where, alas, Is innocence secure? Rapine and spoil AARON HILL Haunt e'er the lowest deeps: seas have their sharks; Rivers and ponds enclose the ravenous pike, SOMERVILE'S Chase. 438 ORATOR. Shall we resign Our hopes, renounce our rights, forget our wrongs, Cries, "Be it so?" SIR A. HUNT Th' oppressive, sturdy, man-destroying villains, Thinn'd states of half their people, and gave up Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that BLAIR'S Grave. Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice- Of sensual sloth-produce ten thousand tyrants, The worst acts of one energetic master, However harsh and hard in his own bearing. BYRON'S Sardanapalus. To trample on all human feelings, all Ties which bind man to man, to emulate The fiends, who will one day requite them in Variety of torturing. BYRON'S Two Foscari Tyranny's the worst of treasons. The prince, who Neglects or violates his trust, is more A brigand than the robber-chief. BYRON'S Two Foscari ORATOR. (See ELOQUENCE.) |