534 SAILING, SAILORS-SAINT PETER SAILING, SAILORS--continued. How can I bear to think on all A wet sheet and a flowing sea, And fills the white and rustling sail, L. E. Landon. Allan Cunningham, Song. O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold H. F. Gould (Am.) There's one whose fearless courage yet has never failed in fight; Who guards with zeal our country's weal, our freedom, and our right; But though his strong and ready arm spreads havoc in its blow; Cry "Quarter!" and that arm will be the first to spare its foe. He recks not though proud glory's shout may be the knell of death; The triumph won, without a sigh he yields his parting breath. He's Britain's boast, and claims a toast!" In peace, my boys, or war, Here's to the brave upon the wave, the gallant English Tar." I love the sailor ;-his eventful life— His firmness in the gale, the wreck, and strife ;— God grant he make that port, when life is o'er, Where storms are hush'd, and billows break no more! Colton. A sailor should be every inch All as one as a part of his ship. Dibdin, quoted to H.R.H. the Duke of Edinburgh by the SAINT PETER. Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate: 66 Byron, Vision of Judgment, 1. SAINTS. SAINTS-see Dissenters, Hypocrisy, Methodists, Puritans. For saints in peace degenerate, And dwindle down to reprobate; Their zeal corrupts, like standing water, In th' intervals of war and slaughter; 535 Butler, Hud. 3, 11. 643. And now the saints began their reign. In the wicked's there's no vice, Is it not ridiculous, and nonsense, Ib. Hud. 3. 11. 237. A saint should be a slave to conscience? Ib. Hud. 2, 1I. 247. A godly man, that has served out his time In holiness, may set up any crime ! As scholars, when they've taken their degrees, May set up any faculty they please. Ib. Misc. Thoughts, 167. 'Tis from high life high characters are drawn ; A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn ; A judge is just, a chanc'llor juster still; A gownman learn'd: a bishop what you will: More wise, more learn'd, more just, more ev'ry thing. Pope, M. E. 1. 135. The devil was piqu'd such saintship to behold, And longed to tempt him like good Job of old; But Satan now is wiser than of yore, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. Ib. III. 349. For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. Pope, Imit. of Horace, 1. vI. 26. The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shewn, To saints whose lives are better than his own. Churchill, Ep. to Hogarth, 25. Jesting apart-what virtue canst thou trace In that broad brim that hides thy sober face? Does that long-skirted drab, that over-nice And formal clothing, prove a scorn of vice? Then for thine accent-what in sour.d can be So void of grace as dull monotony ? Crabbe, Frank Courtship, 536 SAINTS-continued. SAINTS SALUTATION. For a sinner, thou'rt too much a saint; Odious when wrong, and insolent if right. Thou may'st be good, but why should goodness be Wrapt in a garb of such formality? Crabbe, Frank Courtship. His native sense is hurt by strange complaints Of inward motions in these warring saints; Who never cast on sinful bait a look, But they perceive the devil at the hook. Ib. Squire and Priest. And gave us hope, in heaven there might be room All this perceiving, can you think it strange Crabbe, Convert, 19. And each, like Jonah, is displeased if God Repent his anger, or withhold his rod. Crabbe, Library, 228. SALT. Alas! you know the cause too well; The salt is spilt, to me it fell. Gay, Fable 37. Why dost thou shun the salt ? that sacred pledge, SALUTATION-see Address. Fair be to you, fair maiden, fair desires, Byron, Corsair, 11. 4. Sh. Troil. III. 1. A fair good evening to my fairer hostess. Byron, Werner, 1. 1. SATAN-see Devil. SATAN-SATIRE. Meanwhile the adversary of God and man, He scours the right hand coast, sometimes the left : 537 Up to the fiery concave, tow'ring high. Milton, P. L. 11. 629. SATIETY-see Excess, Surfeit. As surfeit is the father of much fast, They surfeited with honey; and began Milton, P. L. 1. 34. Sh. M. for M. 1. 3. To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little More than a little is by much too much. Sh. Hen. IV. 1, III. 2. The ear is cloy'd Unto satiety with honied strains, That daily from the fount of Helicon Flow murmuring. With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe, Herbert. And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below, SATIRE-see Critics, Poetry, Verse. Byron, Ch. H. 1. 6. I'm one whose whip of steel can with a lash Randolph, Muse's Looking-Glass. Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel! Pope, Ep. to Arb. 307. Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet; I only wear it in a land of Hectors, Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors. Pope, Imit. of Hor. 2, 1. 70. Satire should, like a polish'd razor, keen, Wound with a touch, that's scarcely felt or seen ; And is in hate, what love is in the stews. Lady M. W. Montague, to Pope. Though folly, robed in purple, shines, When satire wields her mighty flail. Churchill, Ghost, 925. Great was her force, and mighty were her rhymes. Whose souls have felt more terrible alarms From her one line, than from a world in arms. Ib. Cand. 154. Why should we fear? and what? The laws? They all are arm'd in Virtue's cause; And aiming at the self-same end, Churchill, Ghost, III. 943. When satire flies abroad on falsehood's wing, Short is her life, and impotent her sting; But when to truth allied, the wound she gives Sinks deep, and to remoter ages lives. Churchill, Author, 217. Satire, whilst envy and ill-humour sway The mind of man, must always make her way; Is all her malice worth a single thought. The wise have not the will, nor fools the power, To stop her headstrong course; within the hour Gives her fresh vigour, and prolongs her life. Ib. Author, 197. Thou shining supplement of public laws! Young, L. of F. 1. 11. Young, Ep. to Pope, 11. 163. Let satire less engage you than applause; Ib. 11. 155. By lean despair upon an empty purse, Cowper, Charity, 501, |