All dark, and comfortless!

Grief.

Where are thofe various objects that but now,
Employ'd my bufy eye? Where thofe eyes?
Dead are their piercing rays, that lately (hot
O'er flow'ry vales to diftant funny hills,
And drew with joy the vaft horizen in,
Thefe grouping hands are now my only guides,
And feeling all my fight.

O mifery! What words can found my grief ?.
Shut form the living whilt among the living a
Dark as the grave amidit the bustling world,
No more to view the beauty of the fpring,
Or see the face of kindred or of friend.

Courage.

A generous few, the vet'ran nardy gleanings Of many a hapless fight, with a fierce.

Heroic fire infpired each other;

Refolv'd on death, difdaining to survive
Their dearest country" It we fall" I cry'd
"Let us not tamely fall like paffive cowards!
No-let us live, or let us die like men!
Come on my friends. To Alfred we will cut
Our glorious way; or, as we nobly perish,
Will ofter to the genious of our country

Whole hecatombs of Danes."-As if one foul

Frag, of Lear.

Had mov'd them all, around there heads they flash'd
Their flaming falchions—" Lead us to those Danes ;
Our country! vengeance!" was the general cry. Maf, of Alfr.

Fear,

How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?

I think it is the weakness of mine eyes,

That fhapes this monftrous apparition?

It comes upon me--Art thou any thing?

Art thou fome god, fome angel, or fome devil?
That mak't my blood cold, and my hair to ftand ?
Speak to me, what art thou?

Love.

Who can behold fuch beauty, and be filent? Oh! I could talk of thee forever;

Forever fix and gaze on thofe dear eyes;
For ev'ry glance they fend darts thro' my foul.
Anger.

Hear me, rafh man; on thy allegiance hear me.
Since thou has ftriven to make us break our vow;
(Which nor our nature nor our place can bear)
We banish thee forever from our fight

And kingdom. If when three days are expired,
Thy hated trunk be found in our dominions,
That moment is thy death.-Away!
By Jupiter this fhall not be revok'd.

Contempt.

Away!-no woman could defcend fo low. A fkipping, dancing, worthless tribe you are, Fit only for yourselves, you herd together;

Diphan

Trag. of Lear

And when the circling glass warms your vain hearts;
You talk of beauties that you never saw,
And fancy raptures that you never knew.

Pity.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men,

After a well grac'd actor leaves the Rtage,
Are idly bent on him that enters neat,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious;

Fair Penitent

Even fo, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did fcowl on Richard. No man cried, God fave him t
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home;
Which with fuch gentle forrow, he shook off,
(His face ftill combating with tears and smiles,
The badges of his grief and patience,)

That had not God for fome ftrong parpofe, feel'd
The hearts of men, they must have melted,
And barbarifm itself have pitied him.

Hatred.

How like a fawning publican he looks?

I hate him for he is a Christian :

But more for that is low fimplicity,

He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of ufance here with us in Venice:
If I can catch him once upon the hip
I will feed fat the antient grudge I bear him.
He hates our facred nation; and he rails,
E'en there where merchants most do congregate

Richard IT

On me, my bargains, and my well won thrift,
Which he calls ufury. Curfed be my tribe
If I forgive him!

Pride.

Merch. of Venice.

Ak for what end the heavenly bodies fhine,
Earth for whofe ule-Pride answer, " 'tis for mine.
For me kind nature wakes her genial pow'r,
Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flow'r ;
Annu'l for me, the grape, the rofe renew
The juice nectareous and the balmy dew;
For me, the mine a thepfand treafures brings;
For me, health gufhes from a thousand fprings:
Seas roll to waft me, funs to light me rife;
My footstool earth, my canopy the skies."

Humility,

I know not how to thank you, Rude I am, In fpeech and manners; never till this hour Stood Lin fuch a prefence : yet, my Lord,

Effay on Maur

There's fomething in my breaft which makes be bold
To fay, that Norval pe'er will fhame thy favor,
Melancholy.

There is a ftupid weight upon my fenfes,

A difmal fullen ftillness, that fucceeds

The form of rage and grief, like filent death
After the tumult and the noise of life.

Love was the informing active fire within

Now that is quenehid, the mafs forgets to move,

Douglas

And longe, to mingle with its kindred earth. Fair Penitent. Commanding.

-Silence, ye winds

That make outrageous war upon the occan ;
And thou old ocean still thy boisterous waves;
Ye waring element be hufh'd as death,
While I impose my dread commands on hell.

And thon profoundest hell whose dreadful sway

Is given to me by fate and demorgorgon

多

Hear, hear my powerful voice through all thy regions :

And, from thy gloomy caverna-thunder thy reply.

Hope.

Rinaldo and Armida.

O hope! fweet flatterer, whose delufive touch Sheds on affected minds the balm of comfort,

Relieves the load of poverty, fuftains
The captive bending with the weight of bonds,
And smooths the pillow of difeafe and pain:
Send back th' exploring meffenger with joy,
And let me hail thee from that friendly grove,
Boafling.

My arm a nobler victory ne'er gain'd:
And I am prouder to have passed that fream,
Than that I drove a million o'er the plain,

Perplexity,

Go fellow, get thee home provide fome cats,
And bring away the armour that is there.
Gentlemen, will you go and mufter men?
If I know how to order thefe affairs,
Disorderly thus thrust into my hands,
Never believe me,-All is uneven,
And every thing is left at fix and seven,

Revenge.

Boadecen

Lee's Alexander

Richard 11.

Jew

If it will feed nothing elfe, it will feed my revenge. He hath difgraced me, and hindered me of half a million, laughed at my loffes, mocked at my gains, fcorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reafon? I am a Jew. Hath not a jew eyes? hath not a hands, organs, dimenfions, fenfes, affection, paffions? Is he not fed with the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, sub. ject to the fame difeafes, healed by the fame means, warmed and cooled by the fame winter and fummer as a Chriftian.is? If your prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, fhall we not revenge? If we are like you in the reft, we will refemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility revenge. If a Chriftian wrong a Jew, what fhould his fufference be by Chriftian example? why revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute; and it fhall go hard but I will better by the inftruction.

Remorse.

Merch. of Venice.

I remember a mafs of things, but nothing diftin&ly ; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O that men fhould put an enemy in their mouths, to ftcalaway there brains? that we fhould with joy, pleafance, revel, and applaufe, transform ourselves into

beafts I will ask him for my place again-he fhall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an anfwer would ftop them all. To be now a fenfible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beaft! Every inordinate cnp is unbleit and the ingredient is a devil. Trag. of Othello

In the following Leffons, there are many examples of antithefis, ar oppofition in the Jenfe. For the benefit of the learner, fome of thefe examples are diftinguished by Italic letters; and the words fo marked are emphatical.

SELECT SENTENCES

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TEACHING.
CHAP. I.

"O be very active in laudable purfuits, is the diftinguishing
characteristic of a man of merit.

There is an heroic innocence, as well as an heroic courage. There is a mean in all things. Even virtue itself has its flated limits; which not being strictly observed, it ceases to be virtue.

It is wifer to prevent a quarrel beforehand, than to revenge it afterwards.

No

It is much better to reprove, than to be angry fecretly. is more heroic, than that which torments envy, by doing good.

revenge

The difcretion of a man deferreth his anger, and it is his glory to pass over a tranfgreffion.

Money, like manure, does no good till it is fpread. There is no real use of riches, except in the diftribution; the reft is all conceit.

A wife man will defire no more than what he can get justly, ufe foberly, diftribute cheerfully, and live upon contentedly.

A contented mind, and a good confcience, will make a man happy in all conditions. He knows not how to fear who dares to die.

There is but one way of fortifying the foul against all gloo. my prefages and terrors of the mind; and that is by fecuring to themfelves the friendship and protection of that Being who difpofes of events and governs futurity. B