He is not worthy of the honeycomb
That shuns the hive, because the bees have stings.

A valiant man

Ought not to undergo, or tempt a danger,
But worthily, and by selected ways.

He undertakes by reason, not by chance.
His valour is the salt t' his other virtues,

They're all unseason'd without it.

The intent and not the deed

Sh.

Ben Jonson, New Inn.

Brown, Barbarossa.

Is in our power; and therefore who dares greatly,
Does greatly.

What though the field be lost,

All is not lost; the ungovernable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,

And courage never to submit or yield,

And what is else not to be overcome.

Milton, P. L. 1. 105.

He that is valiant, and dares fight,

Milton, P. L. b. 6.

Though drubb'd, can lose no honour by't. Butler, Hudibras.

All desperate hazards courage do create,

As he plays frankly who has least estate :

Presence of mind, and courage in distress,

Are more than armies to procure success. Dryden. Aurengz.

The brave man seeks not popular applause,

Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause;
Unsham'd, though foil'd, he does the best he can,

Force is of brutes, but honour is of man. Dryden. Pal. and Ar.

True courage dwells not in a troubled flood

Of mounting spirits and fermenting blood,
Lodged in the soul with virtue overruled,
Inflamed by reason, and by reason cooled.

Mere courage is to madness near allied

Addison.

A brutal rage, which prudence does not guide. Blackmore.

True valour

Lies in the mind, the never yielding purpose,

Nor owns the blind award of giddy fortune. Thomson, Cor.1.1.

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COURAGE-continued.

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Smollett, Regicide.

True courage scorns
To vent her prowess in a storm of words;
And to the valiant actions speak alone.
What, though success will not attend on all,
Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.
True courage is not in the brutal force
Of vulgar heroes, but the firm resolve
Of virtue and of reason. He who thinks
Without their aid to shine in deeds of arms,
Builds on a sandy basis his renown;
A dream, a vapour, or an ague-fit,
May make a coward of him.

He holds no parley with unmanly fears;
Where duty bids, he confidently steers,
Faces a thousand dangers at her call,
And, trusting in his God, surmounts them all.

"You fool!

I tell you no one means you harm."

Smollett.

Whitehead

Cowper.

"So much the better," Juan said, "for them." Byron, D. J.

And tho I hope not hence unscath'd to go,
Who conquers me, shall find a stubborn foe. Byron, Eng. Bar.

The brave man is not he who feels no fear,
For that were stupid and irrational;

But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues,

And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from

Joanna Baillie, Basil, III. 1.

Yet it may be more lofty courage dwells
In one weak heart which braves an adverse fate,
Than his whose ardent soul indignant swells,
Warm'd by the fight, or cheer'd through high debate.

COURT COURTIERS.

The caterpillars of commonwealth,

Hon. Mrs. No ton.

Whom terpillars of the weed and pluck away. Sh. Ric. 11. 11. 3.

I hardly yet have learn'd

T' insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee. Sh. R. II. IV. 4.

On

greatness'

Poor wretches that depend

favour, dream as I have done;

nothing.

Although they wot their faces to the bent
Gf the king's looks, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowl at.

Sh. Cymb. v. 4.

Sh. Cymb. 1. 1.

COURT, COURTIERS-continued.

It is the curse of kings, to be attended

By slaves, that take their humours for a warrant

To break within the bloody house of life;

And, on the winking of authority,

To understand a law.

I have been told, virtue in courtiers' hearts

Suffers an ostracism, and departs.

Sh. K. John, IV. 2.

Donne.

True courtiers should be modest, and not nice;

Bold, but not impudent; pleasure love, not vice. Chapman.

These can lie,

Flatter, and swear, deprave, inform,

Smile and betray; make guilty men; then beg

Their forfeit lives, to get the livings; cut

Men's throats with whisperings; sell to gaping suitors

The empty smoke that flies about a palace.

Ben Jonson.

Are like to rise to greatness sooner

Than those that go by worth and honour. Butler, Misc. Th.

Courts are the places where best manners flourish,

Where the deserving ought to rise, and fools

Make show. Why should I vex and chafe my spleen,

To see a gaudy coxcomb shine, when I

Have sense enough to soothe him in his follies,

And ride him to advantage as I please?

Otway.

The court's a golden, but a fatal circle,
Upon whose magic skirts a thousand devils
In crystal forms sit tempting innocence,

And beckon early virtue from its centre.

Lee.

See how he sets his countenance for deceit,

And promises a lie before he speaks. Dryden, All for Love.

Of all court-service learn the common lot,

To-day 'tis done, to-morrow 'tis forgot.

Dryden.

Curse on the coward or perfidious tongue

That dares not, even to kings, avow the truth!

Thomson. COURT, COURTIERS -COURTESY.

COURT, COURTIERS-continued.

At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,

Each smooth as those who mutually deceive,

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And for their falsehood each despising each. Thomson, Liberty.

A courtier's dependant is a beggar's dog.

'Tis the curse of kings

To be surrounded by a venal herd

Of flatterers, that soothe his darling vices,

Shenstone.

And rob their master of his subject's love. Brooke, Earl of W.

To shake with laughter, ere the jest they hear,

To pour, at will, the counterfeited tear:
And, as their patron hints the cold or heat,

To shake in dog-days, in December sweat. Dr. Johnson, Lond.

For fore'd compliance, or for zealous virtue,
Still odious to the monarch, or the people. Dr. Johnson, Irene.

Unhappy lot of all that shine at courts;

A lazy, proud, unprofitable crew,

The vermin gender'd from the rank corruption

Of a luxurious state.

That flutters

Cumberland, Timon of Athens.

A mere court butterfly,

in the pageant of a monarch. Byron, Sardana.

The thrall and state at the palace gate
Are what my spirit has learn'd to hate;
Oh! the hills shall be a home for me,
I'd leave a throne for the home of the free !

COURTESY.

Dissembling

0,

courtesy ! how fine this tyrant

she wounds!

When th' way is difficult and steep :
So those at court, that do address,
By low ignoble offices,
Can stoop at any thing that's base,
both please and be instructed too,

To

wriggle

into trust and grace.

to subdue;

Eliza Cook.

Sh. Cymb. 1. 2.

Butler, Hudibras.

Watch well the rage of shining,
Hear every man upon his favourite theme,
Andreevermore knowing than you seem,
The lowest genius will afford some light,
Or gives hint that had escaped your sight.

Stillingfleet.

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COURTESY--continued.

This Florentine's a very saint so meek
And full of courtesy, that he would lend

The devil his cloak, and stand i' the rain himself.

COURTSHIP.

Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may,

And lay incessant battery to her heart;

Sir W. Davenant.

Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,

These engines can the proudest love convert. Spenser, Sonnet.

Most fair,

Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms,

Such as will enter at a lady's ear,

And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart? Sh. Hen. v.v. 2.

Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;

Tho' ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.

That man that hath a tongue I say is no man,

If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Sh. Two G. 111. 1.

Gentle lady,

When I did first impart my love to you,
I freely told you all the wealth I had
Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman;
And then I told you true.

Sh. Two G. IV. 3.

Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, That may discover such integrity.

Sh. Two G. of Ver. 111. 2.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;

She is a woman, therefore may be won.

By your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver

Sh. Tit. And. 11. 1.

Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,

What conjuration, and what mighty magic,

(For such proceeding I am charg'd withal,)

I won his daughter with.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!

Sh. Oth. 1. 3.

Sh. Rom. Jul. 111. 2.

Women are angels, wooing:

Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing:

That she beloved knows naught, that knows not this

Men prize the thing ungained more than it is. Sh. Troil. 1. 2.

I do not love

Much ceremony; suits in love should not,

Like suits in law, be rock'd from term to term. Shirley, H. P.