He travels and expatiates; as the bee COWPER'S Task. But every fool describes, in these bright days, BYRON'S Don Juan. And he, who's doom'd o'er waves to roam, WILLIAM LEGGETT. TREACHERY. Stealing her soul with many vows of faith, And ne'er a true one. SHAKSPEARE. He is compos'd and fram'd of treachery. SHAKSPEARE. He, in whom My heart had treasur'd all its boast and pride, EURIPIDES Medea Oh! colder than the wind that freezes Is that congealing pang, which seizes The trusting bosom when betray'd. MOORE. TREASON-TRIUMPH-VICTORY. TREASON. The man was noble, But with his last attempt he wip'd it out, Treason and murder ever kept together, As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose. Is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin? SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. ADDISON'S Cata Treason does never prosper; what's the reason? Slowly he falls, amid triumphing cries; SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE BYRON'S Childe Harold. 496 TRUTH-TYRANNY, &c. It is not victory to win the field, Unless we make our enemies to yield Cæsar himself could never say He got two victories in one day, As I have done, that can say, twice I, GOMERSALI BUTLER'S Hudibras The God of Battles smil'd-Justice triumph'd; TRUTH. (See FALSEHOOD.) J. T. WATSON. TYRANNY.-(See OPPRESSION.) UNANIMITY. There are two hearts whose movements thrill In unison so closely sweet, That, pulse to pulse, responsive still They both must heave-or cease to beat. There are two souls whose equal flow In gentle streams so calmly run, That when they part-they part! ah, no! BARTON. They cannot part-their souls are one! BARTON. UNBELIEF — VANITY, &c. 497 Each was the other's mirror, and but read UNBELIEF.-(See SCEPTICISM.) VANITY. (See PRIDE.) BYRON. VARIETY. Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth MILTON'S Comus. The earth was made so various, that the mind Variety's the source of joy below, COWPER'S Task. From which still fresh revolving pleasures flow; No sweet bird, GAY's Epistles. That beats the pathless void, but pours new notes, Distinct from every plumy rival's song. AARON HILL. Countless the various species of mankind, Countless the shades which sep'rate mind from mind; Each has his will, and each pursues his own. GIFFORD'S Perseus. |