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Of all the tyrants that the world affords,
What we love too much,
Francis. Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear. A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head. Scott Lady of the L. 11. 22. There is in life no blessing like affection ; It soothes, it hallows, elevates, subdues, And bringeth down to earth its native heaven :Life has naught else that may supply its place. L. E. Landon. Years have not seen-time shall not see The hour that tears my soul from thee. Byron, B. Ab. 1. 2. Each was the other's mirror, and but read Joy sparkling in their dark eyes, like a gem; And knew each brightness was but the reflection Of their unchanging glances of affection.
Byron. AFFLICTION—see Adversity.
Let the galled jade' wince, our withers are unwrung.
Sh. Ham. III. 2.
Brorone. When Providence, for secret ends, Corroding cares, or sharp affliction, sends ;
11 AFFLICTION- continued. We must conclude it best it should be so, And not desponding or impatient grow.
Pomfret, To a Friend in affliction. We bleed, we tremble, we forget, we smileThe mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry. Young, N.T.5. Affliction is the good man's shining scene ; Prosperity conceals his brightest ray ; As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. Young, N. T.9. He went, like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn. Coleridge, Anct. Mar. pt. 2. AFFRONTS.
To bear affronts, too great to be forgiven,
Addison, Cato. A moral, sensible, and well-bred man
Will not affront me, and no other can Cowper, Convers. 191. AFTERNOON.
The sun has drunk
Bryant. AGE—see Old Age, Years.
When the age is in, the wit is out. Sh. M. Ado. Ill. 5.
Sh. M. Ado, iv, 1.
Manhood, when verging into Age, grows thoughtful,
Sh. Oth. III. 3.
Sh. A. Y. L. 11. 7.
Sh. Ant. Cleo. 11. 2.
You are old;
Sh. Lear, II. 4.
(11. 2, 322.
A venerable aspect ! Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, And worthily become his silver locks : He wears the marks of many years well spent, Of virtue, truth well tried, and wise experience. Rowe,J.S.1.2. The hand of time alone disarms Her face of its superfluous charms ; But adds, for every grace resign'd, A thousand to adorn her mind.
Broome. Shall our pale, wither'd hands, be still stretch'd out, Trembling, at once, with eagerness and age ? With av'rice, and convulsions, grasping hard ? Grasping at air ; for what has earth beside ? Man wants but little ; not that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour! Young, N. T. iv. What folly can be ranker? Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. Young, N. T. v. We see time's furrows on another's brow, How few themselves in that just mirror, see ! Young, N. T. v. 0, sir! I must not tell my age. They say women and music should never be dated.
Goldsmith, She Stoops, III. Though old, he still retain'd His manly sense, and energy of mind. Virtuous and wise he was, but not severe ; He still remember'd that he once was young. Armstrong. An age that melts with unperceived decay, And glides in modest innocence away; Whose peaceful Day benevolence endears, Whose Night congratulating conscience cheers ; The general favourite as the general friend: Such age there is, and who shall wish its end ?
Johnson, Van. of H. W. 293. Tho' time has touch'd her too, she still retains Much beauty and more majesty.
Byron. Yet time, who changes all, had altered him In soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb: And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Byron Ch. Har. III. 8.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age ?
And be alone on earth as I am now. Byron, Ch. H. 98. AGGRESSION.
You take my house, when you do take the prop
When you do take the means whereby I live. Sh. M. V. iv. 1. ALACRITY-see Promptitude.
A willing heart adds feather to the heel,
And makes the clown a winged Mercury. ALARM.
Jo. Baillie D. M.I. 1. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley,
The sleepers of the house 2-Speak,--speak! Sh. Mac. II. 3. ALEXANDRINE.
A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. ALLEGIANCE.
Pope, E. Crit. 156. Allegiance, tempted too far, is like A sword well temper'd on an anvil tried, That press'd too hardly may in pieces fly : An overburthen'd trust may treach'ry prove, And be too late repented.
Massinger. ALONE-see Solitude.
Alone she sat-alone ! that worn-out word,
Of hope laid waste, knells in that word-alone! New Timon. ALPINE TRAVEL.
Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase,
And life that bloated ease can never hope to share.
Byron, Ch. H. 1. 30. Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And thron'd eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche-the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals,