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AFFECTION-AFFLICTION.

AFFECTION-continued.

Of all the tyrants that the world affords,

Our own affections are the fiercest lords. E. Stirling, Jul. C.

What we love too much,
The Heavens correcting this our zeal, more strong
Than our devotion toward them, take from us.

Parnell, H.

Where yet was ever found a mother,

Who'd give her booby for another.

Gay, Fable III. 33.

Fathers alone a father's heart can know,

What secret tides of still enjoyment flow,
When brothers love: but if their hate succeeds,

They wage the war; but 'tis the father bleeds.

Young.

The virtuous man and honest-he's my brother;
And he alone; for nature never meant

It would not stain an angel's cheek,

'Tis that which pious fathers shed

Upon a duteous daughter's head. Scott Lady of the L. 11.22.

There is in life no blessing like affection;

It soothes, it hallows, elevates, subdues,

And bringeth down to earth its native heaven :

Life has naught else that may supply its place. L. E. Landon.

Years have not seen-time shall not see

The hour that tears my soul from thee.

Byron, B. Ab. 1. 2.

Each was the other's mirror, and but read
Joy sparkling in their dark eyes, like a gem;
And knew each brightness was but the reflection
Of their unchanging glances of affection.

AFFLICTION-see Adversity.

Byron.

Sh. Ham. III. 2.

Browne.

Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.
Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction;
As oft the cloud that wraps the present hour

Serves but to lighten all our future days.

When Providence, for secret ends,

Corroding cares, or sharp affliction, sends;

AFFLICTION-AGE.

AFFLICTION-continued.

We must conclude it best it should be so,
And not desponding or impatient grow.

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Pomfret, To a Friend in affliction.

We bleed, we tremble, we forget, we smile-
The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry.

Young, N.T.5.

To bear affronts, too great to be forgiven,

And not have power to punish.

Dryden, Sp. Friar.

Addison, Cato.

Young men soon forgive, and forget affronts;

Old age is slow in both.

A moral, sensible, and well-bred man

Will not affront me, and no other can Cowper, Convers. 191.

AFTERNOON.

The sun has drunk

The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee

Settling on the sick flowers, and then again

Instantly on the wing.

AGE-see Old Age, Years.

Bryant.

Sh. M. Ado. 111. 5.

Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Nor age so eat up my invention,

When the age is in, the wit is out.

Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awaked in such a kind,
Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Ability of means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them thoroughly.

His silver hairs

Will purchase us a good opinion,

Sh. M. Ado, IV. 1.

And buy men's voices to commend our deeds;

It shall be said.-his judgment rul'd our hands. Sh. Jul.C. 11.1.

Manhood, when verging into Age, grows thoughtful,
Full of wise saws, and moral instances.

Sh. A. Y. L. II. 7.

I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers :
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!

Sh. H. IV. 11.5.

I am declin'd into the vale of years.

Sh. Oth. 111. 3.

All the world 's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players :
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale

Her infinite variety; other women

Sh. A. Y. L. II. 7.

Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry

Where most she satisfies.

Sh. Ant. Cleo. II. 2.

Sh. Lear, II. 4.

Sh. Hen. VIII. IV. 2.

An old man, broken with the storms of state,

Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!

When forty winters shall besiege your brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held. Sh. Rom.v. 1.

Of no distemper, of no blast he died,

But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,
Even wonder'd at because he dropt no sooner;
Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years;
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more,

Till, like a clock worn out with eating time,

The wheels of weary life at last stood still. Dryden, Ed. Iv.1.

You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill,

Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;

Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age,

Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage:

Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease

Whom folly pleases, and whose follies please. Pope, Im. Hor.

[11. 2, 322.

See how the world its veterans rewards!

A youth of frolics, an old age of cards.

Pope, M. Es. 11. 243.

AGE-continued.

AGE.

A venerable aspect!

Age sits with decent grace upon his visage,

And worthily become his silver locks :

He wears the marks of many years well spent,

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Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience. Rowe, J.S.1.2.

The hand of time alone disarms

Her face of its superfluous charms;

But adds, for every grace resign'd,

A thousand to adorn her mind.

Shall our pale, wither'd hands, be still stretch'd out,

Broome.

Trembling, at once, with eagerness and age?
With av'rice, and convulsions, grasping hard?
Grasping at air; for what has earth beside P
Man wants but little; not that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
What folly can be ranker? Like our shadows,
Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

Young, N. T. IV.

Young, N. T. v.

We see time's furrows on another's brow,
How few themselves in that just mirror, see!

Young, N. T. v.

O, sir! I must not tell my age.

Goldsmith, She Stoops, III.

Armstrong.

They say women and music should never be dated.

Though old, he still retain'd

His manly sense, and energy of mind.
Virtuous and wise he was, but not severe;
He still remember'd that he once was young.

An age that melts with unperceived decay,
And glides in modest innocence away;
Whose peaceful Day benevolence endears,
Whose Night congratulating conscience cheers;
The general favourite as the general friend:
Such age there is, and who shall wish its end?

Johnson, Van. of H. W. 293.

Tho' time has touch'd her too, she still retains

Much beauty and more majesty.

Byron.

Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb:

Yet time, who changes all, had altered him

In soul and aspect as in age: years steal

And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Byron Ch. Har. 111. 8.

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AGE-continued.

AGE-ALPS.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
What stamps the wrinkle deepest on the brow?
To view each loved one blighted from life's page,
And be alone on earth as I am now.

AGGRESSION.

Byron, Ch. H. 98.

You take my house, when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my life,

When you do take the means whereby I live. Sh. M. V. IV. 1.

ALACRITY-see Promptitude.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel,

And makes the clown a winged Mercury.

ALARM.

Jo. Baillie D. M. III. 1.

What's the business,

That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley,

The sleepers of the house-Speak, - speak! Sh. Mac. II. 3.

ALEXANDRINE.

A needless Alexandrine ends the song,

That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

ALLEGIANCE.

Pope, E. Crit. 156.

Allegiance, tempted too far, is like
A sword well temper'd on an anvil tried,
That press'd too hardly may in pieces fly :
An overburthen'd trust may treach'ry prove,
And be too late repented.

ALONE-see Solitude.

Massinger.

Alone she sat-alone! that worn-out word,
So idly spoken and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known,
Of hope laid waste, knells in that word-alone! New Timon.

ALPINE TRAVEL.

Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase,
And marvel men should quit their easy chair,
The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace,
Oh, there is sweetness in the mountain air,

And life that bloated ease can never hope to share.

ALPS.

Above me are the Alps,

Byron, Ch. H. 1. 30.

The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls
Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps,
And thron'd eternity in icy halls

Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls
The avalanche-the thunderbolt of snow!-

All that expands the spirit, yet appals,