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Which to reduce into our former favour,
1078 HONOUR MUST BE ACTIVE TO PRESERVE ITS
ULYSSES TO ACHILLES
'IME hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
wherein he puts alms for oblivion, a great-sized monster of ingratitudes: those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd as fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done: perséverance, dear my lord, keeps honour bright: to have done, is to hang quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail in monumental mockery. Take the instant way; for honour travels in a strait so narrow, where one but goes abreast: keep, then, the path ; for emulation hath a thousand sons, that one by one pursue: if you give way, or hedge aside from the direct forthright, like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, and leave you hindmost; or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, lie there for pavement to the abject rear, o'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in pre
sent, though less than yours in past, must o’ertop yours. The present eye praises the present object: then marvel not, thou great and complete man, that all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; since things in motion sooner catch the eye, than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, and still it might; and yet it may again, if thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive, and case thy reputation in thy tent; whose glorious deeds, but in these fields of late, made emulous missions 'mongst the gods themselves, and drave great Mars to faction.
THE MASTER SPIRIT
loves to have his sails filled with a lusty wind,
still question'd me the story of my life,
heaven, it was my hint to speak,—such was the process; and of the Cannibals that each other eat, the Anthropophagi, and men whose heads do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear, would Desdemona seriously incline: but still the house-affairs would draw her thence; which ever as she could with haste despatch, she'd come again, and with a greedy ear devour up my discourse :—which I observing took once a pliant hour; and found good means
to draw from her a prayer of earnest heart
JOHANNA MAID OF ORLEANS
seeks out the desert mountains, leaves her couch
A. SWANWICK from Schiller
THE WORLD A DEN OF MERE DESPIGHT
HO looks upon this world and not beyond
on the abodes it leads to, must believe it the bloody slaughter-house of some ill power, rather than the contrivance of a good one. Everything here breeds misery to man; the sea breeds storms to sink him: if he flees to shore for aid, the shore breeds rocks to tear him: the earth breeds briars to rend him, trees to hang him. Those things that seem his friends are false to him: the air that gives him breath gives him infection : meat takes his health away, and drink his reason: his reason is so great a plague to him, he never is so pleased as when he's robbed on't by drink or madness.
it will not burn so long as I must watch:
CYRIL TO IDA
that with your long locks play the Lion's mane!
win you the hearts of women ; and beware
COMMUNION WITH OUR FELLOW-MEN
"IS nature's law,
that none, the meanest of created things, of forms created the most vile and brute, the dullest or most noxious, should exist divorced from good,-a spirit and pulse of good, a life and soul, to every mode of being inseparably linked. Then be assured that least of all can aught that ever own'd the heaven-regarding eye and front sublime which man is born to, sink, howe'er depressed, so low as to be scorned without a sin, without offence to God, cast out of view, like the dry remnant of a garden-flower whose seeds are shed, or as an implement worn out and useless.