ANCESTRY -see Pedigree. ANCESTRY. I have no urns, no dusty monuments; Wanting an ear or nose; no forged tables 19 Of long descents, to boast false honours from. B. Jonson, Cat. Boast not the titles of your ancestors, brave youth! Ben Jonson. When your own virtues equall'd have their names, He that to ancient wreaths can bring no more Dryden. Dryden. Form his own worth, dies bankrupt on the score. Cleveland. Were honour to be scann'd by long descent But that be their own praise: Nor will I borrow merit from the dead, Myself an undeserver. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Rowe. Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.Pope, E.M.iv.215. He stands for fame on his forefather's feet, By heraldry, prov'd valiant or discreet! Young, L. F. s. 1. Let high birth triumph! what can be more great? They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, I am one, Who finds within me a nobility That spurns the idle pratings of the great, Young. Young And their mean boast of what their fathers were, The scorn of all who know the worth of mind Percival. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on; Sh. Hen. VIII. IV. L Pope, E. C. 624. Sh. Coriol. IV. 2. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Anger is like A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way, Sh. Tam. S. 2. Sh. H. VIII. 1. 1. Sh. H. VIII. 1. 2. What sudden anger 's this? how have I reap'd it? Sh. H. VIII. III. 2. Sh. Ant. Cleo. IV. i. Sh. Rom. Jul. III. 1. Never anger made good guard for itself. You are yoked with a lamb, Sh. Ham. III. 2. Sh. K. John, III. 4. That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Anger in hasty words or blows, Itself discharges on our foes. The elephant is never won with anger; Sh. Jul. C. IV. 3. Waller. Nor must that man, who would reclaim a lion, Dryden, All for Love. ANGER-continued. ANGER ANTECEDENTS. With fiery eyes, and with contracted brows, He heaved for vent, and burst like bellowing Etna, There is a fatal Fury in your visage, It blazes fierce, and menaces destruction. 21 Dryden. Rowe, Fair P. The man of thought strikes deepest, and strikes safest. Savage, Sir T. Ov. His eyes like meteors roll'd, then darted down Those hearts that start at once into a blaze, Congreve. C. Johnson's Medea. And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye; It shakes its phrase, is little to be feared, Oh! Anger is an evil thing, And spoils the fairest face,- One angry moment often does What we repent for years; It works the wrong we ne'er make right ANGLING. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, Byron, D. J. Byron, Doge V. Eliza Cook. And greedily devour the treacherous bait. Sh. M. Ado. III. 1. Give me mine angle; we'll to the river there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fish; my bended hooks shall pierce ANTECEDENTS. Sh. Ant. & Cleop. III. 5. Men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect Sh. H. VIII. v. 2. 22 ANTICIPATION. ANTICIPATION-ANXIETY. Why should we Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown, Some men there are love not a gaping pig; Ask you what provocation I have had? They say he sits All day in contemplation of a statue Denham. Milton, Com. Butler Hud. III. 1. With ne'er a nose; and dotes on the decay, Sh. M. Ven. IV. 1. With greater love than the self-loved Narcissus Did on his beauty. What toil did honest Curio take, What strict inquiries did he make, And perfect all the Roman set! "T is found! and oh! his happy lot! Pope. Shak, Marmion, Antiq. "T is bought, locked up, and lies forgot! Prior, Alma, c. 2. How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore That touch'd the ruff, that touch'd queen Bess's chin. Young, Love of F. Iv. 120, Rare are the buttons of a Roman's breeches, ANXIETY. But human bodies are sic fools, Peter Pindar. For a' their colleges and schools, That, when nae real ills perplex them, They make enow themsels to vex them. Burns. APATHY. APATHY-APPEARANCES. A man, whose blood Is very snow broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense: With profits of the mind, study and fast. Sh. M. for M. 1. 5. APPARITION. They gather round, and wonder at the tale Of horrid apparition, tall and ghostly, That walks at dead of night, or takes his stand AFOLOGY. Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow Be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender it here; I do as truly suffer As e'er I did offend. I know the action was extremely wrong; I own it, I deplore it, I condemn it; But I detest all fiction, even in song, Blair, Grave. Sh. Two G. v. 4. And so must tell the truth, howe'er you blame it. APPAREL. Byron, Don Juan. Sh. Lear, IV. 6. Through tatter'd clothes small vices do APPEAL. Sh. Tam. S. IV.3. Sh. Ham. 1. 3. I have done the state some service, and they know it, APPEARANCES. All that glisters is not gold, Sh. Oth. v. 2. Sh. Mer. V. 11. 7. |