292 FRUITS-FUNERAL, &c. 22. Sweet lady, wilt thou think of me When Friendship's flowers are round thee wreathing, Within thy ear is softly breathing? MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. 23. In after years,-when thou, perchance, FRUITS. (See FLOWERS.) J. T. WATSON. FUNERAL-MOURNING 1. Do not for ever, with thy veiled lids, Seek for thy noble father in the dust; WIDOW. Thou know'st 't is common; all that live, must die, SHAKSFEARE. 2. Why is the hearse with 'scutcheons blazon'd round, GAY'S Trivia. BARON. 7. They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness. The fools, who flock'd to swell or see the show, BYRON'S Vision of Judgment. 5. Groans and convulsions, and discolour'd faces, 6. Prone on the lonely grave of the dear man NAT. LEE. BLAIR'S Grave. 7. Thus, day by day, and month by month, we pass'd; It pleas'd the Lord to take my spouse at last. I tore my gown, I soil'd my locks with dust, And beat my breasts-as wretched widows must: To hide the flood of tears I did not shed. POPE. 8. What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year? And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show! 9. Death's seneschal! 't is thine to trace For each his proper look and place; How aunts should weep, where uncles stand. POPE. With hostile cousins, hand in hand; Give matchless gloves, and fitly shape By length of face the length of crape. HON. N. BIDDLE's Ole to Bogle. 10. See him erect, with lofty tread, The dark scarf streaming from his head, The very Chesterfield of woe! HON. N. BIDDLE's Ode to Bogle. 11. Let widows, anxious to fulfil (For the first time) the dear man's will, Lovers and lawyers ill at ease, For bliss deferr'd, or loss of fees, The Bogle heeds not: firm and true, And every hat has got its band. HON. N. BIDDLE's Ode to Bogle. 12. Ere death had quite stricken the bloom from her cheek, J. H. BRIGHT. 13. Nature doth mourn for thee. There is no need MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY. FUTURITY.-(See ETERNITY.) GAMBLING.-(See BETTING.) GENIUS TALENT. 1. Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought, But genius must be born, and never can be taught. DRYDEN. 2. One science only will one genius fit, So vast is art, so narrow human wit: 3. Like kings, we lose the conquests gain'd before, POPE'S Essay on Criticism. Talents angel-bright, If wanting worth, are shining instruments YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 4. I live not like the many of my kind; Miss L. E. LANDON. 5. For genius swells more strong and clear When close confin'd-like bottled beer. TRUMBULL'S McFingal. 6. The lamp of genius, tho' by nature lit, CARLOS WILCOX. 7. He drew his light from that he was amidst, As doth a lamp from air which hath itself Matter of light, altho' it show it not. BAILEY'S Festus. 296 GENTLEMAN. 8. Wax to receive, and marble to retain. BYRON'S Beppo. 9. What made more sad the outward form's decay, A soul of Genius glimmer'd thro' the clay: 10. Creative Genius! from thy hand What shapes of order, beauty, rise, The New Timon. J. H. M'ILVANE. GENTLEMAN. 1. He that bears himself like a gentleman Is worth to have been born a gentleman. 2. Measure not thy carriage by any man's eye, 3. I read no difference between this huge, This monstrous big word, lord, and gentleman, I'm sure more ancient. 4. The general voice Sounds him for courtesy, behaviour, language, And every fair demeanour, an example: CHAPMAN. CHAPMAN. JOHN FORD. Titles of honour add not to his worth, Who is himself an honour to his title. JOHN FORD. |