3. I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses, and lilies, and violets meet, And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet. T. H. BAYLY. 4. The harmless locust of the western clime, CARLOS WILCOX. 5. The russet grasshopper at times is heard, Snapping his many wings, as half he flies, Half hovers in the air. CARLOS WILCOX. 6. Beside the stream, collected in a flock, 7. The butterfly, That seem'd a living blossom of the air. CARLOS WILCOX. CARLOS WILCOX. 8. The dandy of the summer flowers and woods. 9. Thou sweet musician, that around my bed Dost nightly come, and wind thy little horn, By what unseen and secret influence led, Feed'st thou my ear with music till the morn? SIMMS. EDWARD SANFORD. 10. Our veins' pure juices were not made for thee, Thou living, singing, stinging atomy. EDWARD SANFORD 852 INSTINCT-SENSES. INSTINCT SENSES. 1. The power is Sense, which from abroad doth bring The colour, taste, and touch, and scent, and sound, The quantity and shape of everything, Within earth's centre or earth's circle found. DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul. 2. And though things sensible be numberless, 3. If we had nought but sense, each living wight, In a more clear and excellent degree. DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul. 4. Lastly, nine things to sight requir'd are ; The power to see, the light, the visible thing, Being not too small, too thin, too nigh, too far, Clear space, and time, the form distinct to bring. DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul. 5. These wickets of the soul are plac'd on high, Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft; And that they may not pierce too violently, They are delay'd with turns and windings oft. For, should the voice directly strike the brain, It would astonish and confuse it much; Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain, That it the organ may more gently touch. DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul. 6. And yet good sense doth purify the brain, Awake the fancy, and the wits refine; Hence old devotion incense did ordain, To make men's spirits apt for thoughts divine. DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul 7. By touch the first pure qualities we learn, 8. Which quicken all things- hot, cold, moist and dry; Here streams ascend, That in mix'd fumes the wrinkled nose offend. GAY'S Trivia. 9. In the nice bee what sense, so subtly true, POPE'S Essay on Man. 10. Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; POPE'S Essay on Man. 11. Reason raise o'er instinct as you can, 12. Tell me why the ant 'Mid summer's plenty, thinks of winter's want? POPE. It might elude the foresight of her care? Distinct in either insect's deeds appear The marks of thought, contrivance, hope, and fear. PRIOR. 13. Evil like us they shun, and covet good; Abhor the poison, and receive the food ; Like us they love or hate; like us they know PRIOR. 354 INTELLECT - INTENTION, &c. 14. Reason's progressive, Instinct is complete'; Swift Instinct leaps; slow Reason feebly climbs. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts 15. The meaner tribe the coming storm foresees; O'er each blind moment hangs the funeral pall Heaven shines, earth smiles, and night descends on all ! The New Timon. INTELLECT.-(See GENIUS.) INTENTION. (See DESIGN.) JAIL. (See IMPRISONMENT.) JEALOUSY-SUSPICION. 1. Foul jealousy! thou turnest love divine 2. Beware of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth make 3. The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad-dog's tooth. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, Is 5. I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove: And, on the proof, there is no more but this Away, at once, with love and jealousy. 6. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Trifles, light as air, SHAKSPEARE. Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. 7. Pale hag, infernal fury, pleasure's smart!Envious observer, prying in every part – 8. Suspicious, fearful, gazing still about thee- DANIEL'S Rosamond Oh! the pain of pains, Is when the fair one, whom our soul is fond of, 9. With groundless fear he thus his soul deceives, What phrenzy dictates, jealousy believes. YOUNG GAY'S Dione. 10. Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it: For jealousy dislikes the world to know it. BYRON'S Don Juan. |