But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, POPE'S Essay on Criticism. 10. Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me? POPE'S Moral Essays. 11. Like doctors thus, when much dispute has past, We find our tenets just the same at last. POPE'S Moral Essays. 12. But as some muskets do contrive it, And so much injur'd more his side, The stronger arguments he apply'd. TRUMBULL'S M' Fingal. 13. The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, 14. BYRON'S Childe Harold. He cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heav'nly hue BYRON'S Childe Harold. 15. His speech was a fine sample, on the whole, 56 ARTIFICE-CANDOUR, 17. With neat and rounded phrase He tricks the shapeless thought; ARTIFICE CANDOUR. Vicksburg Whig. 1. Make my breast Transparent as pure crystal, that the world, 2. Shallow artifice begets suspicion, 3. 4. 5. And, like a cobweb veil, but thinly shades Imperfect mischief! BUCKINGHAM. CONGREVE. Thou, like the adder venomous and deaf, In executing, puzzled, lame, and lost. You talk to me in parables; CONGREVE. You may have known that I'm no wordy man: Honesty Needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain. OTWAY. OTWAY. 6. The brave do never shun the light; Just are their thoughts, and open are their tempers; Still are they found in the fair face of day, 7. "T is great, 't is manly to disdain disguise; Rowe. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 8. A man of sense can artifice disdain, As men of wealth may venture to go plain; YOUNG'S Love of Fame. ASSASSINATION - MURDER. 1. Will all Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clear from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making this green one, red. 2. The great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then 3. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; 4. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 58 ASSOCIATES-COMPANY. 5. See his face is black and full of blood; And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued. 6. Blood, though it sleeps a time, yet never dies; The gods on murd'rers fix revengeful eyes. 7. Murder itself is past all expiation, 8. Is there a crime SHAKSPEARE. Beneath the roof of heaven, that stains the soul CHAPMAN. GOFFE. CIBBER. 9. Cease, triflers; would you have me feel remorse, And everlasting witness! whose unsinking I know not; but if thou seest what I am, I think thou wilt forgive him, whom his God Can ne'er forgive, nor his own soul-farewell! 2. So lilies in a glass enclose The glass will seem as white as those. 3. "Tis hard, where dulness overrules, To keep good sense in crowds of fools; 4. Then must I plunge again into the crowd COWLEY. DEAN SWIFT. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 5. Then as we never met before, and never, 6. Like the stain'd web, that whitens in the sun, BYRON. MOORE'S Lalla Rookh. 1. 2. ASTONISHMENT-SURPRISE. As if to marble struck, devoid of sense, THOMSON'S Seasons. He stood Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life, THOMSON'S Seasons. 3. Were his eyes open? Yes, and his mouth too;- BYRON'S Don Juan. |