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INDEPENDENCE-INDIFFERENCE.

INDEPENDENCE-continued.

Hail! independence!-by true reason taught,

How few have known, and priz'd thee as they ought!

Some give thee up for riot; some, like boys,

Resign thee, in their childish moods, for toys;

Ambition some, some avarice misleads,

And, in both cases, independence bleeds. Churchill, Indep. IV.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;

Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,

Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,

Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

[95.

Smollett, Ode to Independence.

Gather gear by ev'ry wile that's justify'd by honour;
Not for to hide it in a hedge, nor for a train attendant;
But for the glorious privilege of being independent.

Burns, Epistle to a Young Friend, 7.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me;

I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd

To its idolatries a patient knee,

Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud
In worship of an echo; in the crowd
They could not deem me one of such; I stood
Among them, but not of them.

INDIFFERENCE-see Hate, Scorn.

Byron, Ch. H. 11. 113.

The time was that I hated thee;
And yet it is not that I bear thee love.
But since thou canst talk of love so well,
Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,
I will endure; and I'll employ thee too;
But do not look for further recompense.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba.

Shall I, wasting in despair,

Die because a woman's fair?

Or make pale my cheeks with care,

'Cause another's rosy are P Be she fairer than the day,

Or the flow'ry meads in May,

If she be not so to me,

Sh. As Y. L. πι. 5.

Sh. Ham. 11. 2.

What care I how fair she be? G. Wither, Shepherd's Resolution.

Let ev'ry man enjoy his whim;
What's he to me, or I to him.

A primrose by the river's brim,
A yellow primrose was to him;
And it was nothing more.

Churchill, Ghost, IV.

Wordsworth, Peter Bell, 1. 12.

INDIFFERENCE-INDUSTRY.

INDIFFERENCE-continued.

I care for nobody, no, not I,

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If nobody cares for me. Bickerstaff, Love in a Village, 1. 3.

INDIGENCE-see Compassion, Distress, Poverty.

Famine is in thy cheeks,

Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes;

Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back,

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. Sh. Rom.v.1.

INDISCRETION-see Frailty.

To what gulfs

A single deviation from the track

Of human duties leads!

Byron, Sardanapalus.

INDUSTRY-see Action, Activity, Decision, Promptitude.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,

Which we ascribe to heav'n. The fated sky

Gives us free scope; only doth backward pull

Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. Sh. All's W.1.1.

The sweat of industry would dry, and die,

But for the end it works to.

Shortly his fortune shall be lifted higher,
True industry doth kindle honour's fire.

Sh. Cymb. 111. 6.

Sh.

Virtue, though chained to earth, will still live free,

And hell itself must yield to industry. Ben Jonson, Masque.

The chiefest action for a man of spirit,

Is never to be out of action; we should think

The soul was never put into the body,

Which has so many rare and curious pieces

Of mathematical motion, to stand still. Webster, Devil's L.Case.

He does allot for every exercise

A several hour; for sloth, the nurse of vices,

And rust of action, is a stranger to him.

If little labour, little are our gains:

Massinger.

Man's fortunes are according to his pains. Herrick, Ap. 183.

In every rank, or great or small,

'Tis industry supports us all.

In works of labour, or of skill,

I would be busy too,

For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.

Industrious habits in each bosom reign,
And industry begets a love of gain.

Gay, Fable VIII. pt. ii.

Watts, Hymns.

Goldsmith.

INDUSTRY-continued.

Protected industry, careering far,

Detects the cause and cures the rage of war,
And sweeps, with forceful arm, to their last graves,
Kings from the earth and pirates from the waves.

He who will not work shall want,
Nought for nought is just-
Won't do, must do when he can't;
Better rub than rust,
Bees are flying, sloth is dying,
Better rub than rust.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destin'd end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

INEBRIETY-see Drinking.

Give him strong drink until he wink,

That's sinking in despair;

An' liquor guid to fire his bluid,

That's prest wi' grief an' care,

There let him bouse and deep carouse,

Wi' bumpers flowing o'er,

Till he forgets his loves or debts,

An' minds his griefs no more.

INEXPERIENCE.

Joel Barlow (Am.).

Ebenezer Elliott.

Longfellow.

Burns, Scotch Drink.

Sh. Rom. II. 2.

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

INFAMY.

Shame sticks ever close to the ribs of dishonour.

Great men are never sound after it:

It leaves some ache or other in their names still,

Which their posterity feels at ev'ry weather.

Middleton, Mayor of Quinborough.

What grief can be, but time doth make it less?

But infamy, time never can suppress. Drayton, Rosamund.

INFANCY-see Childhood.

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;

The opening bud to heav'n convey'd,
And bade it blossom there.

I sported in my tender mother's arms,
I rode a-horseback on my father's knee;
Alike were sorrows, passions and alarms,
And gold, and Greek, and love, unknown to me.

Coleridge.

Longfellow, From the Danish.

INFIDELITY IN RELIGION-INFIDELITY, PERSONAL.

INFIDELITY IN RELIGION-see Bible, Religion.
Not, thus, our infidels th' eternal draw,
A God all o'er, consummate, absolute,
Full-orb'd, in his whole round of rays complete;
They set at odds Heav'n's jarring attributes;
And with one excellence another wound,
Maim heav'n's perfection, break its equal beams.
Bid mercy triumph over God himself,
Undeify'd by their opprobrious praise:
A God all mercy, is a God unjust.

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Young, N. T. IV. 225.

If a man loses all when life is lost,

He lives a coward, or a fool expires.
A daring infidel (and such there are,
From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge,
Or pure heroical defect of thought),

Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain. Ib. VII. 199.

A foe to God was ne'er true friend to man,

Some sinister intent taints all he does.

Ib. VIII. 704.

He shaped his weapon with an edge severe,
Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer. Byron, C. H.111.107.

Thus men too careless of their future state,

Dispute, know nothing, and repent too late. Dryd. D. Guise.

INFIDELITY, PERSONAL-see Frailty, Fickleness.

O, she is fallen

Into a pit of ink! that the wide sea

Hath drops too few to wash her clean again;

And salt too little, which may season give

To her foul tainted flesh!

She's gone; I am abus'd; and my relief

Must be to loathe her.

Sh. M. Ado, IV. 1.

Sh. Oth. 111. 3.

Had she not fallen thus, oh! ten thousand worlds

Could ne'er have balanc'd her; for heaven is in her,

And joys which I must never dream of more. Lee, Cæs. Borg.

I can forgive

A foe, but not a mistress, and a friend:

Treason is there in its most horrid shape

Where trust is greatest! and the soul resign'd,

Is stabb'd by her own guards.

Though my many faults defac'd me,

Could no other arm be found,

Than the one which once embrac'd me,

To inflict a cureless wound.

Dryden, All for Love.

Byron, Fare thee well.

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INFIDELITY, PERSONAL.

INFIDELITY, PERSONAL-continued.

In her first passion woman loves her lover,
In all the others all she loves is love,
Which grows a habit she can ne'er get over,
And fits her loosely-like an easy glove,
As you may find, whene'er you like to prove her.

Oh! colder than the wind that freezes
Founts that but now in sunshine play'd,
Is that congealing pang which seizes
The trusting bosom when betray'd.

Can I again that form caress,
Or on that lip in rapture twine ?
No, no! the lip that all may press
Shall never more be press'd by mine!

Byron, D. J. III. 3.

Moore, Lalla Rookh.

Moore.

But they who have loved the fondest, the purest,
Too often have wept o'er the dream they believ'd;
And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship securest,
Is happy indeed, if 'twas never deceiv'd.

Moore.

Thou art fickle as the sea, thou art wandering as the wind, And the restless, ever-mounting flame is not more hard to bind. If the tears I shed were tongues, they yet too few would be To tell of all the treachery that thou hast shown to me.

Bryant, Poems (Am.).

Another daughter dries a father's tears;
Another sister claims a brother's love;
An injured husband hath no other wife,

Save her who wrought him shame. Maturin, Bertram, IV. 2.

O wretched is the dame, to whom the sound

"Your lord will soon return," no pleasure brings. Ib. 11. 3.

Thou must live amid a hissing world.

A thing that mothers warn their daughters from,
A thing the menials that do tend thee scorn,
Whom when the good do name, they tell their beads,
And when the wicked think of, they do triumph.

Who robs me of my wealth,

May one day have ability, or will
To yield the full repayment-but the villain
That doth invade a husband's marriage rights,
Is murd'rer of his peace, and makes a breach

In his life's after-quiet, that the grief

Of penitence itself cannot repair.

Ib. IV. 2.

Hawkins, Cymbeline.