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SAILING, SAILORS-SAINT PETER

SAILING, SAILORS--continued.

How can I bear to think on all
The dangers thou must brave?
My fears will deem each gale a storm,
While thou art on the wave.

A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast,

And fills the white and rustling sail,
And bends the gallant mast.

L. E. Landon.

Allan Cunningham, Song.

O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold
The winds or waves that wake or sleep,
Thy tender arms of mercy fold
Around the seamen on the deep.

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."
Eliza Cook, English Tar.

I love the sailor ;-his eventful life—
His generous spirit-his contempt of danger-

His firmness in the gale, the wreck, and strife ;—
And, though a wild and reckless ocean-ranger,

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
City Chamberlain, June 7, 1866.

SAINT PETER.

Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate:
His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull,
So little trouble had been given of late ;
Not that the place by any means was full,
But since the Gallic era eighty-eight
The devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull,
And "a pull all together," as they say
At sea-which drew most souls another way.

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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;
Abates the sharpness of its edge,
Without the pow'r of sacrilege.

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Butler, Hud. 3, 11. 643.

And now the saints began their reign.
For which they'd yearn'd so long in vain,
And felt such bowel hankerings,
To see an empire, all of kings.

In the wicked's there's no vice,
Of which the saints have not a spice,
And yet that thing that's pious in
The one, in th' other is a sin.

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:
Wise if a minister; but if a king,

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,

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SAINTS-continued.

SAINTS SALUTATION.

For a sinner, thou'rt too much a saint;
Hast too much show of the sedate and pure,
And without cause art formal and demure :
This makes a man unsocial, unpolite;

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.
When, at his humble pray'r, you deign'd to eat,
Saint as you are, a civil sinner's meat;
When as you sat contented and at ease,
Nibbling at leisure on the ducks and peas,
And, pleased some comforts in such place to find,
You could descend to be a little kind;

And gave us hope, in heaven there might be room
For a few souls besides your own to come;
While this world's good engaged your carnal view,
And like a sinner he enjoy'd it too;

All this perceiving, can you think it strange
That change in you should work an equal change ?"

Crabbe, Convert, 19.
They pray, they fight, they murder, and they weep-
Wolves in their vengeance, in their manners sheep;
Too well they act the prophet's fatal part,
Denouncing evil with a zealous heart;

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,
Which once partaken blunts the sabre's edge,
Makes e'en contending tribes in peace unite,
And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight.

SALUTATION-see Address.

Fair be to you, fair maiden, fair desires,
In all fair measure fairly guide you.

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,
Satan, with thoughts inflam'd of highest design,
Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell
Explores his solitary flight: sometimes

He scours the right hand coast, sometimes the left :
Now shaves with level wing the deep; then soars

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Up to the fiery concave, tow'ring high. Milton, P. L. 11. 629.
Th' infernal serpent; he it was, whose guile,
Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceiv'd
The mother of mankind.

SATIETY-see Excess, Surfeit.

As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope by the immoderate use
Turns to restraint.

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
Imprint the characters of shame so deep,
Ev'n in the brazen forehead of proud sin,
That not eternity shall wear it out.

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 ;
Thine is an oyster-knife, that hacks and hews:
The rage, but not the talent to abuse;

And is in hate, what love is in the stews.

Lady M. W. Montague, to Pope.

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Though folly, robed in purple, shines,
Though vice exhausts Peruvian mines,
Yet shall they tremble and turn pale

When satire wields her mighty flail. Churchill, Ghost, 925.
Enough of satire; in less harden'd times

Great was her force, and mighty were her rhymes.
I've read of men, beyond man's daring brave,
Who yet have trembled at the strokes she gave;

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,
Satire is always Virtue's friend.

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;
Nor to a bosom, with discretion fraught,

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
Left to herself, she dies; opposing strife

Gives her fresh vigour, and prolongs her life. Ib. Author, 197.
Instructive satire! true to virtue's cause!

Thou shining supplement of public laws! Young, L. of F. 1. 11.
If satire charms, strike faults but spare
the man;
'Tis dull to be as witty as you can.
Satire recoils whenever charg'd too high;
Round your own fame the fatal splinters fly;
As the soft plume gives swiftness to the dart,
Good-breeding sends the satire to the heart.

Young, Ep. to Pope, 11. 163.

Let satire less engage you than applause;
It shows a generous mind to wink at flaws.
Most satirists are indeed a public scourge;
Their mildest physic is a farrier's purge;
Their acrid temper turns, as soon as stirr'd,
The milk of their good purpose all to curd.
Their zeal begotten, as their works rehearse,

Ib. 11. 155.

By lean despair upon an empty purse, Cowper, Charity, 501,

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