35. And death is terrible-the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, Of agony, are his ! FITZ-GREEN HALLECK. 36. Here may we muse at this lone midnight hour, 37. In the deep stillness of that dreamless state Of sleep, that knows no waking joys again. 38. And Death himself, that ceaseless dun, Who waits on all, yet waits for none. W. C. LODGE. W. C. LODGE. HON. NICHOLAS BIDDLE. 39. Methinks it were no pain to die To gaze my fill on yon calm deep, To see the light of beauty wane away, Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, feet To lose hope, care not for the coming thing, BAILEY'S Festus. 2. Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. BYRON'S Giaour. 3. Such is the aspect of this shore: "T is Greece, but living Greece no more. BYRON'S Giaour. 4. The very iron, rock, and steel, Impervious as they now appear, J. T. WATSON. DECEIT HYPOCRISY. 1. Oh, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! 2. The Devil can cite scripture for his purpose. 3. An evil soul producing holy witness, Is like a villain with a smiling face, A goodly apple, rotten at the core. To the common people, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. How he did seem to dive into their hearts, 4. Notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse Than priests and fanes that lie. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; And cry content to that which grieves my heart; And wet my cheek with artificial tears; And frame my face to all occasions. SHAKSPEARE. 182 DECEIT - HYPOCRISY. 6. Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep SHAKSPEARE. 7. There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on its outward parts. SHAKSPEARE. 8. You vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When, I am sure, you hate me in your hearts. SHAKSPEARE. 9. A creature of amphibious nature, BUTLER'S Hudibras. 10. An "ignis fatuus" that bewitches, And leads men into pools and ditches. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 11. As thistles wear the softest down, 12. Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, BUTLER. POPE. 13. Before her face her handkerchief she spread, To hide the flood of tears she did not shed. POPE. 14. 'T is not my talent to conceal my thoughts, Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face, While discontent sits heavy at my heart. 15. O what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive! ADDISON'S Cato. SCOTT's Marmion. 16. Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit. BYRON to Southey. 17. You're wrong:-he was the mildest manner'd man BYRON'S Don Juan.. 18. Even innocence itself hath many a wile. BYRON'S Don Juan. 19. Of all who flock'd to swell or see the show, Made the attraction, and the black the wo; 20. To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet know not why, To sport an hour with beauty's chain, 21. To kneel at many a shrine, Yet lay the heart on none. 22. Their friendship is a lurking snare, Their honour but an idle breath, Their smile, the smile that traitors wear, Their love is hate, their life is death. MOORE. MOORE. W. G. SIMMS. 184 DECLARATION - PROPOSAL. 23. An open foe may prove a curse, But a pretended friend is worse. 24. For when a smiling face doth cloak deceit, It is our duty to expose the cheat. GAY'S Fables. J. T. WATSON. DECLARATION-PROPOSAL. 1. Thou-thou hast metamorphos'd me; War with good counsel, set the world at nought, Made me with musing weak, heart-sick with thought. SHAKSPEARE. 2. Helen, I love thee; by my life I do : I swear by that, which I will lose for thee, SHAKSPEARE. 3. Perdition seize my soul, but I do love thee! SHAKSPEARE. 4. On your hand, that pure altar, I vow, Though I've look'd, and have lik'd, and have left,— That I never have loved till now! 5. I know thou doom'st me to despair, M. G. LEWIS. BURNS. 6. By day or night, in weal or wo, This heart, no longer free, Must bear the love it cannot show, And, silent, ache for thee. BYRON. |