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PATIENCE. (See IMPATIENCE.)

PATRIOTISM. (See COUNTRY.)

SHAKSPEARE.

PEACE.

1. Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house,
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

2. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility.

3. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack

Of somebody to hew and hack.

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

4. Oh, peace! thou source and soul of social life;

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Beneath whose calm, inspiring influence

Science his view enlarges, Art refines,

And swelling Commerce opens all her ports;
Blest be the man divine who gave us thee!

Now no more the drum

Provokes to arms, or trumpet's clangour shrill
Affrights the wives, or chills the virgins' blood;
But joy and pleasure open to the view

Uninterrupted.

THOMSON.

PHILIPS' Cider.

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PEASANT - PEDIGREE-PERFECTION.

6. Oh! there were hours when thrilling joy repaid

A long, long course of darkness, doubts, and fears -
The heartsick faintness of the hope delay'd,

The waste, the woes, the bloodshed, and the tears,
That track'd with terror twenty rolling years!

SCOTT's Lord of the Isles.

7. Peace is the bounteous goddess who bestows
Weddings, and holidays, and joyous feasts,
Relations, friends, health, plenty, social comforts,
And pleasures which alone make life a blessing.

CUMBERLAND's Philemon.

PEASANT.-(See BLACKSMITH.)

PEDIGREE.-(See ANCESTRY.)

PERFECTION.

1. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper light

To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

2. Nature in her productions, slow, aspires
By just degrees to reach perfection's height.

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SHAKSPEARE.

SOMERVILE'S Chase.

The growth of what is excellent; so hard
T'attain perfection in this nether world.

COWPER'S Task.

4. Oh! she was perfect past all parallel.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

5. I have been often dazzled by the blaze
Of sunlike beauty; but, till now, ne'er knew
Perfected loveliness-all the harmonies
Of form, of feature, and of soul, display'd
In one bright creature.

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1. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a pish at chance and sufferance.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

3. How charming is divine Philosophy!

Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,

And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.

SHAKSPEARE.

MILTON'S Comus.

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PHRENOLOGY.

Philosophy consists not

In airy schemes, or idle speculations:
The rule and conduct of all social life
Is her great province.

5. Alas! had reason ever yet the power
To talk down grief, or bid the tortur'd wretch
Not feel his anguish? 'Tis impossible!

6. Divine philosophy! by whose pure light
We first distinguish, then pursue the right;
Thy power the breast from every error frees,
And weeds out all its vices by degrees.

THOMSON.

WHITEHEAD.

GIFFORD'S Juvenal.

7. Oh, who, that has ever had rapture complete, Would ask how we feel it, or why it is sweet? How rays are confus'd, or how particles fly

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Through the medium refin'd of a glance or a sigh?

Is there one, who but once would not rather have known it,
Than written, like Harvey, whole volumes upon it?

Sublime Philosophy!

Thou art the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven,
And bright with beckoning angels; but, alas !
We see thee, like the patriarch, but in dreams,
By the first step, dull slumbering on the earth.

MOORE.

PHRENOLOGY.

BULWER'S Richelieu.

1. For of the soul the body form doth take; For soul is form, and doth the body make.

SPENSER.

2. In vain we fondly strive to trace

The soul's reflection in the face;
In vain we dwell on lines and crosses,
Crooked mouths, or short proboscis.
Boobies have look'd as wise and bright
As Plato or the Stagyrite;

And many a sage and learned skull

Has peep'd through windows dark and dull.

3. And yet, in spite of ridicule, and all

The wit, which, Bumpo says, so often stirs him,
Unless upon one's head a Combe may fall,

A sharper and a Fowler thing than Gall

MOORE.

Be-Grimes him Savage-ly, and sorely Spurz-h(e)im.

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1. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen

Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

SHAKSPEARE.

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