Some grief shows much of love,

But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Sh. Rom. 111. б.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,

As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

Sh. Lear, II. 4.

She shook

The holy water from her heavenly eyes,

And then retired, to deal with grief alone.

Sh. Lear, IV. 3.

Why, let the stricken deer go weep,

The hart ungalled play:

So runs the world away.

Sh. Ham. III. 2.

What is he, whose grief

For some must watch, while some must sleep;

Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers ?

Sh. Ham. v. 1.

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended. Sh. Oth. 1. 3.
The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief;
He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. Sh. Oth. 1. 3.
Grief hath two tongues; and never woman yet
Could rule them both, without ten women's wit.

Sh. Ven. & Ad. 1007.

Tears quickly dry; griefs will in time decay:
A clear will come after a cloudy day.

Herrick, Aph. 240.

What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid? Milton Com. 362.

I am dumb as solemn sorrow ought to be;

Could my griefs speak, the tale would have no end.

Otway, Caius Marius.

Oh! nothing now can please me :

Darkness and solitude, and sighs, and tears,

And all the inseparable train of griefs

Attend my steps for ever.

Dryden, Amphitryon.

My soul lies hid in shades of grief,

Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes,

She peeps and sickens at the sight of day. Dryden, Riv. Ladies.

O peaceful solitude!

Here all things smile, and in sweet concert join

All but my thoughts, that still are out of tune,

And break, like jarring strings, the harmony. Tate, Loy. Gen.

GRIEF.

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GRIEF-continued.

O, take me in a fellow-mourner with thee;
I'll number groan for groan, and tear for tear;
And when the fountains of thy eyes are dry,
Mine shall supply the stream, and weep for both !

Rowe, Fair Penitent.

The stream of grief bears hard upon his youth,
And bends him, like a drooping flower, to earth. Ib. Fair Pen.

That eating canker grief, with wasteful spite.

Preys on the rosy bloom of youth and beauty. Ib. Amb. Stepm.

She never sees the sun, but through her tears;
And wakes to sigh the live-long nights away. Ib. Jane Sh. v.1.

A soul exasperated in ills, falls out

With everything, its friend, itself.

How vain all outward effort to supply

The soul with joy! The noontide sun is dark,

Addison, Cato.

And music discord, when the heart is low. Young, Broth. II. 1.

Who fails to grieve, when just occasion calls,

Or grieves too much, deserves not to be blest

Inhuman or effeminate his heart.

So many great

Young, N. T. 9.

Illustrious spirits have convers'd with woe,
Have in her school been taught, as are enough
To consecrate distress, and make ambition

Ev'n wish the frown beyond the smile of fortune.

Thomson, Sophonisba, I. 4.

'Tis impotent to grieve for what is past, And unavailing to exclaim.

Havard, Scanderbeg.

Ib.

Whole years of joy glide unperceived away,
While sorrow counts the moments as they pass.

Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes

And fondly broods with miser-care;

Time but th' impression deeper makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear!

Burns.

Grief should be the instructor of the wise;
Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most
Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth,
The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life. Byron, Man. 1. 1.

No words suffice the secret soul to show,

For truth denies all eloquence to woe. Byron, Corsair, III. 22.

R

Upon her face there was the tint of grief,

The settled shadow of an inward strife,

And an unquiet drooping of the eye,

As if its lid were charged with unshed tears. Byron, Dream.

There comes

For ever something between us and what

We deem our happiness.

Alas! the breast that inly bleeds,

Byron, Sardanapalus.

Byron, Giaour.

Hath nought to dread from outward blow:

Who falls from all he knows of bliss,

Cares little into what abyss.

Nature hath assigned

Two sovereign remedies for human grief;
Religion, sweetest, firmest, first, and best,

Strength to the weak, and to the wounded balm;

And strenuous action next.

Half of the ills we hoard within our hearts

Southey.

Are ills because we hoard them. Proctor, Mirandola, IV.I.

No future hour can rend my heart like this,

Save that which breaks it.

A malady

Maturin, Bertram, III. 2.

16. ΙV. 2.

Joanna Baillie, Orra.

Preys on my heart that med'cine can not reach,
Invisible and cureless.

Heaven oft in mercy smiles ev'n when the blow
Severest is.

GRUDGE.

If I can catch him once upon the hip,

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. Sh. M. of V.1.3.

GRUMBLING-see Complaint.

Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails;

And he who nothing pays, at taxes rails.

GUESTS.

Unbidden guests

Congreve.

Are often welcomest when they are gone. Sh. Hen. VI. 1, 11. 2.

For I who hold sage Homer's rule the best,

Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.

Pope, Imit. of Horace, 2, 11. 159.

GUILT-see Conscience, Crime.

Who has a breast so pure,

But some uncleanly apprehensions

Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit

With meditations lawful.

Sh. Oth. 111. 3.

GUILT-continued.

GUILT.

Guiltiness will speak though tongues were out of use.

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Sh. Oth. v. 1.

Of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice,

Let no man trust the first false step

Rowe.

Whose steep descent in last perdition ends. Young, Busiris, Iv.1.

He that acts unjustly,

Is the worst rebel to himself, and tho' now

Ambition's trumpet to the drum of power,

May drown the sounds, yet conscience will one day

Speak louder to him.

Havard, King Charles I.

The guilty mind

Havard, Scanderbeg.

Debases the great image that it wears,

And levels us with brutes.

Such is the fate of guilt, to make slaves tools,
And then to make 'em masters-by our secrets. Ib. Regulus.

Dr. Johnson.

Ib. Irene.

When haughty guilt exults with impious joy,
Mistake shall blast, or accident destroy;
Weak man with erring rage may throw the dart,
But heaven shall guide it to the guilty heart.
How guilt, once harbour'd in the conscious breast,
Intimidates the brave, degrades the great!
But many a crime, deemed innocent on earth,
Is registered in Heaven; and these, no doubt,
Have each their record, with a curse annex'd.

Cowper, Task, vI. 439.

Byron, Corsair.

Thou need'st not answer; thy confession speaks
Already redd'ning in thy guilty cheeks.

To what gulphs

A single deviation from the track

Of human duties leads even those who claim
The homage of mankind as their born due,
And find it, till they forfeit it themselves.

Byron, Sardan.

R2

All habits gather by unseen degrees,

As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. Dryden, Ovid, xv.

My very chains and I grew friends,
So much a long communion tends
To make us what we are; even I
Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Small habits well pursued betimes,
May reach the dignity of crimes.

HAIR-see Tresses.

Byron, Pris. of Chillon.

H. More, the Bas Bleu.

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,

Can draw you to her with a single hair. Dryden, from Persius.

Her hair

In ringlets rather dark than fair,
Does down her ivory bosom roll,

And hiding half adorns the whole.

HANGING.

Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck;

Which cannot perish, having thee on board,

Being destined to a drier death on shore.

HAPPINESS.

O, how bitter a thing it is to look

Prior.

Sh. Two G. 1. 1.

Into happiness through another man's eyes! Sh. As Y. L. v. 2.

Happy, in that we are not over-happy:

On fortune's cap we are not the very button. Sh. Ham. 11. 2.

They live too long, who happiness outlive:
For life and death are things indifferent;

Each to be chose, as either brings content. Dryden, Ind. Emp.

Fix'd to no spot is happiness sincere,

'Tis no where to be found, or every where. Pope, E.M. IV. 15.
Beware what earth calls happiness; beware
All joys but joys that never can expire;
Who builds on less than an immortal base,

Fond as he seems, condemns his joys to death. Young, N. T. v.

The happy have whole days, and those they choose;

The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.

Cibber, Double Gallant, v. 1.

Our aim is happiness, 'tis yours, 'tis mine,

He said, 'twas the pursuit of all that live;
Yet few attain it, if 'twas e'er attained.

But they the widest wander from the mark,
Who through the flowery path of sauntering joy
Seek this coy goddess; that from stage to stage
Invites us still, but shifts as we pursue. Armstrong, A.P.H.IV.