PRIDE-VANITY. If 't is presumption for a wretch condemn'd 459 DRYDEN. But think not, because at your words I ne'er frown, We smile at the sallies and jokes of a clown,- 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 SHAKSPEARE. Of all the causes which conspire to blind POPE'S Essay on Criticism. Here beggar pride defrauds her daily cheer, 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, BYRON. 460 PRISON - PRISONER, &c. And with stern patience, scorning weak complaint, BYRON'S Childe Harold. Stern and erect his orow was rais'd; - BYRON'S Parisina. The hardest trial of a generous mind, And henceforth learn. Never your equals from your path to spurn; J. T. WATSON. D, heaven! that such companions thou 'dst unfold, 461 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 Meantime, refracted from yon eastern cloud, RANDOLPH. THOMSON'S Seasons. 462 REASON-RECALL. In pomp transcendent, rob'd in heavenly dies, Far up the blue sky, a fair rainbow unroll'd DR. DWIGHT "T was born in a moment, yet, quick as its birth, With a wing on the earth, and a wing on the sea. Something, since his going forth, is thought of, How angrily I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile. Fain would my tongue his griefs appease, I did not know I lov'd him so, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. ADDISON 8 Rosamond I did not know, when he should go, J. T. WATSON. And canst thou not accord thy heart Whose language thou alone hast heard, O, let us prize the first-blown bud of love; The all-absorbing flame, CARTWRIGHT. RUFUS DAWES. J. G. PERCIVAL. Which, kindled by another, grows the same, 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. |