PRIDE-VANITY.

If 't is presumption for a wretch condemn'd
To throw himself beneath his judges' feet, -
A boldness more than this I never knew.

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DRYDEN.

But think not, because at your words I ne'er frown,
That I'll ever one spark of regard to you lend:

We smile at the sallies and jokes of a clown,-
But we think not of making the fellow our friend.

J. T. WATSON.

PRIDE-VANITY.

Man, proud man,

Dress'd in a little brief authority,

Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,

As make the angels weep.

SHAKSPEARE.

One whom the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony.

SHAKSPEARE.

Of all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and mislead the mind,
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is Pride that never-failing vice of fools.

POPE'S Essay on Criticism.

Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer,
To boast one splendid banquet once a year.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

Here vanity assumes her pert grimace.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd,

And its fragments are sunk in the wave,
Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd
To pain it shall not be its slave.

BYRON.

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PRISON - PRISONER, &c.

And with stern patience, scorning weak complaint,
Hardens his heart against assailing want.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

Stern and erect his orow was rais'd; -
Whate'er the grief his soul avow'd,
He would not shrink before the crowd.

BYRON'S Parisina.

The hardest trial of a generous mind,
Is to court favour from the hand it scorns.

And henceforth learn.

Never your equals from your path to spurn;
For your superiors will not you endure,
And slighted equals will not, I am sure.

J. T. WATSON.

D, heaven! that such companions thou 'dst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip

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To lash the rascal naked through the world.

SHAKSPEARE.

Where sits the offence,

Let the fault's punishment be deriv'd from thence.

MIDDLETON.

He's a bad surgeon, that, for pity, spares

The part corrupted, till the gangrene spread,

And all the body perish; he that's merciful
Unto the bad, is cruel to the just.

Meantime, refracted from yon eastern cloud,
Bestriding earth, the grand ethereal bow
Shoots up immense; and every hue unfolds,
In fair proportion, running from the red
To where the violet fades into the sky.

RANDOLPH.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

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REASON-RECALL.

In pomp transcendent, rob'd in heavenly dies,
Arch'd the clear rainbow round the orient skies.

Far up the blue sky, a fair rainbow unroll'd
Its soft-tinted pinions of purple and gold.

DR. DWIGHT

"T was born in a moment, yet, quick as its birth,
It had stretch'd to the uttermost ends of the earth;
And, fair as an angel, it floated as free,

With a wing on the earth, and a wing on the sea.
MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY

Something, since his going forth, is thought of,
That his return is now most necessary.

How angrily I taught my brow to frown,

When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile.
My penance is, to call **** back,
And ask remission for my folly past.

Fain would my tongue his griefs appease,
And give his tortur'd bosom ease.

I did not know I lov'd him so,
Until I bade him leave me;

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

ADDISON 8 Rosamond

I did not know, when he should go,
His absence thus would grieve me.
But, since he's gone, I feel forlorn,
I think all day about him:
I'll cancel all-I'll him recall,
For I'm a wretch without him.

J. T. WATSON.

And canst thou not accord thy heart
In unison with mine.

Whose language thou alone hast heard,
Thou only canst divine?

O, let us prize the first-blown bud of love;
Let us love now, in this our fairest youth,
When love can find a full and fond return.

The all-absorbing flame,

CARTWRIGHT.

RUFUS DAWES.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

Which, kindled by another, grows the same,
Wrapt in one blaze.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

Earth nath not-Oh! hath Heaven so sweet

A charm as that, once only known,

When first affection's accents greet

The ear that drinks their thrilling tone!

Ladies' Magazine.

RECONCILIATION.

The short passing anger but seem'd to awaken

New beauties, like flowers that are sweetest when shaken.

MOORE.