ENGLAND-ENMITY.

ENGLAND-continued.

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England, a happy land we know,

Where follies naturally grow,

Where without culture they arise,

And tow'r above the common size. Churchill, Ghost, 1. 111.

The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms. Goldsmith, T. 356.

Britain, the queen of isles, our fair possession

Secur'd by nature, laughs at foreign foes;

Her ships her bulwark, and the sea her dike,

Sees plenty in her lap, and braves the world. Havard, K.C.I.

England, with all thy faults, I love thee still;
My country! and while yet a nook is

Where En

left

Shall be constrain'd

English names and manners may be found,

to love thee. Though thy clime

Be fickle, and thy year, most part, deform'd
With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost,
I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies
And fields without a flower, for warmer France
With all her vines; nor for Ausonia's groves
Of golden fruitage and her myrtle bowers. Cowper, Task, 11.206.

O favoured land! Renown'd for arts and arms;

For manly talents, and for female charms !

It is well worth

Ayear of wandering, were it but to feel

Byron.

How much our England does outweigh the world. L. E. L.

England!

Heart of the world, I leap to thee!

my country, great and free!

ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

ENJOYMENT.

Bailey, Festus.

well of English undefyled. Spenser, F. Q. 4.11.32.

There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Give me long dreams and visions of content,
Rather than pleasures in a minute spent.

ENMITY-see Envy, Hatred.

llis death to me to be at enmity;
I hate it, and desire all good men's love.

Let not thy foe still

Pope, Sat. 1. 127.

without controlling,

King, Bp. of Ch.

Sh. Ric. III. II. 1.

Like fan de snow-balls he'll get strength by rolling.

Aleyn, Battles of Crescy and Poictiers.

Tis ill to trust a reconciled foe;

Be still in readiness, you do not know

How soon he may assault you.

Webster, Thracian Wonder

Make enemies of nations, which had else,

Like kindred drops, been mingled into one. Cowper, Task, 11.

ENNUI.

[17.

Ennui is a growth of English root,

Though nameless in our language: we retort

The fact for words, but let the French translate

That awful yawn which sleep cannot abate. Byr. D.J.1111.101.

ENTERPRISE-see Activity, Boldness, Courage, Daring.

But there are human natures so allied

Unto the savage love of enterprise,

That they will seek for peril as a pleasure.

ENTERTAINMENT.

The sauce to meat is ceremony,

Meeting were bare without it.

ENTHUSIASM.

For virtue's self may too much zeal be had:

The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.

No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest,

Byron.

Sh. Macb. II. 4.

Pope.

'Tis half mankind were like himself possess'd. Cowper, Pr. Er.

Rash enthusiasm, in good society,

Were nothing but a moral inebriety. Byron, D. J. XIII. 35.

ENVY-see Malice.

Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely

Envenoms him that bears it.

Follow your envious courses, men of malice;

Sh. As Y. L. 11. 3.

Sh. Hen. VIII. III. 2.

You have christian warrant for them, and, no doubt,

In time will find their fit rewards.

If on the sudden he begin to rise,

No man that lives can count his enemies.

Beneath his feet pale envy bites her chain,

Middleton.

And snaky discord whets her sting in vain. Sir J. Beaumont.

Envy not greatness; for thou mak'st thereby

Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.
Be not thine own worm: yet such jealousy
As hurts not others but makes thee better,

Is a good spur.

So a wild Tartar, when he spies

A man that's valiant, handsome, wise,
If he can kill him, thinks t' inherit
His wit, his beauty, and his spirit;

As if just so much he enjoy'd,

As in another is destroy'd.

Herbert, Temple.

Butler, Hud. 1. ii. 23.

ENVY continued.

ENVY-EPILOGUE.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise,
For envy is a kind of praise.
Envy's a sharper spur than pay,
And, unprovok'd, 'twill court the fray.
To all apparent beauties blind,
Each blemish strikes an envious mind.
In beauty faults conspicuous grow;
The smalle smallest speck is seen on snow.
Canst thou discern another's mind?
What is't you envy? Envy's blind;
Tell envy, when she would

That

annoy,

thousands want what you enjoy.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue;
But, like a shadow, proves the substance

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Gay, Fable XLIV. 29.

Gay, Fable x.

Gay, Fable x1. 37.

Gay, Fable XI. 1.

Gay, Fable xv. 36.

true.

Pope, E. C. 11. 266.

Base envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach. Thomson, Spring.
With that malignant envy, which grows pale
And sickens, even if a friend prevail;
Which merit and success pursues with hate,
And damns the worth it cannot imitate. Churchill, Rosciad.

Yet much is talk'd of bliss; it is the art
Of such as have the world in their possession,
To give it a good name, that fools may envy;
For envy to small minds is flattery.
Envy is but the smoke of low estate,

Young, Revenge, 2.

Ascending still against the fortunate. Lord Brooke, Alaham.

Even her tyranny had such a grace,

The women

Whence slanderous rumour, like the adder's drop,
Distils her venom, withering friendship's faith,
Turning love's favour.

pardon'd all except her face. Byron, D. J. v. 113.

EPIGRAM.

Bone and skin, two millers thin,

Would stasius all, or near it;

But be it known to Skin and Bone,

J. A. Hillhouse (Am.)

That Fles know Blood can't bear it. Byrom, On two Monopolists.

Lie on! while my revenge shall be,

To speak the very truth of thee.

EPILOGUE.

Our

stage-play

You enough to find it out.

has a moral-and, no doubt,

Festoon, 11. 33.

Gay, What d'ye call it? Epilogue.

He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not,

But to those men who sought him, sweet as summer:

And to add greater honours to his age

Than man could give, he died fearing God. Sh. H. VIII. IV. 2.

Underneath this sable hearse

Lies the subject of all verse,

Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.

Death! ere thou hast slain another,

Learn'd and fair and good as she,

Time shall throw a dart at thee. B. Jonson, Ep. on Co. of Pem.

Underneath this stone doth lie

As much virtue as could die,

Which, when alive, did vigour give

To as much beauty as could live. Ben Jonson, Ep. on Elizabeth.

Here she lies, a pretty bud,

Lately made of flesh and blood;
Who, as soon fell fast asleep,
As her little eyes did peep.

Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth, that lightly covers her.

Nobles and heralds, by your leave,

Here lies what once was Matthew Prior,

The son of Adam and of Eve:

Herrick, Hesp. 98.

Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher? Prior, Ep. on Himself.

By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed,

By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed,

By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned,

By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourned.

Pope, Elegy to the Mem. of an Unfort. Lady, 51.

So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name,
What once had beauty, titles, wealth and fame.
How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not,
To whom related, or by whom begot;
A heap of dust alone remains to thee-
'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art! draw near,
Here lies the friend most lov'd, the son most dear;
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died.

Ib. 71.

died. Pope, Ep. on Harc,

EPITAPHS continued.

EPITAPHS.

Each lovely scene shall thee restore,
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Belov'd, till life could charm no more,
And mourn'd till pity's self be dead.
Here lies my wife, and heaven knows,
Not less for mine, than her repose.
Early bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

Lo! where this silent marble weeps,
Afriend, a wife, a mother sleeps;
Aheart within whose sacred cell
The peaceful virtues loved to dwell:
Affection warm, and faith sincere,
And soft humanity were there.
In agony, in death resign'd,
She felt the wound she left behind :
Her infant image here below

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Collins.

Boileau.

Young, N. T. 1. 600.

Sits smiling on a father's woe. Gray, Epit. on Mrs. J. Clarke.

Here rests his head, upon the lap of earth,
Ayouth to fortune and to fame unknown;
Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere;
Heaven did recompense as largely send:
He gave to Mis'ry (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend,
Nor further seek his virtues to disclose.
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode;
There they alike in trembling hope repose,
The bosom of his Father and his God.
These are two friends whose lives were undivided;
So let their memory be, now they have glided
Under their grave;
For their two hearts in life were single-hearted.

Gray, Epitaph.

let not their bones be parted,

can it be,

Shrine of the mighty!
That this is all remains of thee?

Shelley, Fragm. 28.

Byron, Giaour, 106.

What though the mounds that mark'd each name,

Beneathong wings of time,

Have

worn

For who

away? Theirs

awsublime;

is the fame

Nor wake her dead to life again.

can tread on freedom's plain,

Rob. Montgomery.