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11. Not always actions show the man: we find
Who does a kindness is not therefore kind;
Who combats bravely is not therefore brave;—
He dreads a death-bed, like the meanest slave;
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise-
His pride in reasoning, not in acting, lies.

POPE'S Moral Essays.

12. She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought,
But never, never reach'd one generous thought;
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour,
Content to dwell in decencies for ever.

13.

POPE'S Moral Essays.

Your thief looks, in the crowd,
Exactly like the rest, or rather better;
"T is only at the bar, or in the dungeon,
That wise men know your felon by his features.

BYRON'S Werner.

14. That this is but the surface of his soul, And that the depth is rich in better things.

BYRON'S Werner.

15. Full many a stoic eye and aspect stern
Masks hearts where grief has little left to learn;
And many a withering thought lies hid, not lost,
In smiles that least befit, who wears them most.

BYRON'S Corsair.

16. How little do they see what is, who frame Their hasty judgments upon that which seems.

17. The deepest ice that ever froze

Can only o'er the surface close;
The living stream lies quick below,
And flows, and cannot cease to flow.

SOUTHEY.

BYRON'S Parisina.

18. As a beam o'er the face of the water may glow,

While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below,

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So the cheek may be ting'd with a warm sunny smile,
Tho' the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while.

19. Appearance may deceive thee-understand, A pure white glove may hide a filthy hand.

20. Within the oyster's shell uncouth

:

The purest pearl may bide:-
Trust me, you'll find a heart of truth

Within that rough outside.

T. MOORE.

MRS. OSGOOD.

21. Who will believe? not I, for in deceiving
Lies the dear charm of life's delightful dream;
I cannot spare the luxury of believing
That all things beautiful are what they seem.

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24. Think not, because the eye is bright,
And smiles are laughing there,
The heart that beats within is light,
And free from pain and care.
A blush may tinge the darkest cloud
Ere Sol's last ray depart,

And underneath the sunniest smile
May lurk the saddest heart.

APPETITE-DINNER-HUNGER, &c.

Our stomachs

1.

Will make what's homely, savoury.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. He was a man of an unbounded stomach.

SHAKSPEARE.

3.

Famine is in thy checks,

Need and oppression stareth in thine eyes,

Upon thy back hangs ragged misery;

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. Read over this, and after this,—and then To breakfast with what appetite you have.

5.

6.

7.

They would defy

That which they love most tenderly;

SHAKSPEARE.

Quarrel with minced pies, and disparage
Their best and dearest friend, plum-porridge;
Fat pig and goose itself oppose,

And blaspheme custard thro' their nose.

He bore

A paunch of mighty bulk before,

Which still he had a special care

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

To keep well cramm'd with thrifty fare.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

For finer or fatter

Ne'er ranged in a forest, or smoked in a platter.

8. Critiqu'd your wine, and analyz'd your meat, Yet on plain pudding deign'd at home to eat.

GOLDSMITH.

POPE'S Moral Essays.

9. The tankards foam; and the strong table groans
Beneath the smoking sirloin, stretch'd immense
From side to side, in which, with desperate knife,
They deep incisions make.

THOMSON.

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APPETITE- DINNER - HUNGER, &c.

10. Their various cares in one great point combine, The business of their lives—that is, to dine.

YOUNG'S Love of Fame.

11. The turnpike road to people's hearts, I find, Lies thro' their mouths, or I mistake mankind.

DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar.

12. Behold! his breakfasts shine with reputation;
His dinners are the wonder of the nation!
With these he treats both commoners and quality,
Who praise, where'er they go, his hospitality.

DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar.

13. Dire was the clang of plates, of knife and fork, That merciless fell, like tomahawks, to work!

DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar.

14. Famish'd people must be slowly nurst,
And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

15. Besides, I'm hungry, and just now would take, Like Esau, for my birthright a beef-steak.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

16. And when he look'd upon his watch again,
He found how much old Time had been a winner-
He also found that he had lost his dinner.

17.

18.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

Nothing's more sure at moments to take hold
Of the best feelings of mankind, which grow
More tender, as we every day behold,
Than that all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul-the dinner bell!

BYRON'S Don Juan.

When dinner has oppress'd me,
I think it is perhaps the gloomiest hour
Which turns up out of the sad twenty-four.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

19. He fell

upon
whate'er was offer'd-like
A priest, a shark, an alderman, or pike.

20. But man is a carnivorous production,

21.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

And must have meat, at least one meal a day;
He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction,
But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey.

-All human history attests

BYRON'S Don Juan.

That happiness for man-the hungry sinner-
Since Eve ate apples, must depend on dinner!

BYRON'S Don Juan.

D. HUMPHREYS.

22. The big round dumpling rolling from the pot.

23. The same stale viands serv'd up o'er and o'er, The stomach nauseate.

WYNNE'S Ovid.

SHAKSPEARE.

APPLAUSE-POPULARITY.

1. Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep
Over his country's wrongs, and, by his face,
This seeming brow of justice, did he win
The hearts of all that he did angle for.

2. O, he sits high in all the people's hearts; And that, which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchymy,

Will change to virtue, and to worthiness.

O breath of public praise,

Short-liv'd and vain! oft gain'd without desert,

3.

As often lost, unmerited!

SHAKSPEARE.

HAVARD.

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