2. Dearly bought, the hidden treasure

Finer feelings can bestow!

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure,

Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

3. Upon my lute there is one string

Broken; the chords were drawn too fast;

BURNS.

SERVILITY-SLAVERY.

1. And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning.

To hurl the rooted mountain from its base,
Than force the yoke of slavery upon men
Determin'd to be free.

3. I would not imitate the petty thought,

SHAKSPEARE.

SOUTHEY.

Nor coin my self-love to so base a vice,
For all the glory your conversion brought,
Since gold alone should not have been its price.

4. And thus they plod in sluggish misery,

Rotting from sire to son, and age to age,
Proud of their trampled nature, and so die,
Bequeathing their hereditary rage

To a new race of unborn slaves.

BYRON.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

SHAME. (See RIDICULE.)

SHIP. (See SAILING.)

Thine was the sway ere heaven was form'd or earth;
Ere fruitful thought conceiv'd creation's birth.

POPE.

4. The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low, Till wrangling science taught it noise and show, And wicked wit arose, thy most abusive foe.

POPE.

5. There is a silence which hath been no sound;
There is a silence which no sound may be
In the cold grave.

THOMAS HOOD.

6. She feels her inmost soul within her stir
With thoughts too wild and passionate to speak;
Yet her full heart - its own interpreter —

Translates itself in silence on her cheek.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY

7 "T was night: All nature, far and wide,
Was wrapt in silent, deep repose,
And naught was heard on either side,
Their secret purpose to disclose.

J. T. WATSON

SIMPLICITY.

1. Fair nature's sweet simplicity,

With elegance refin'd.

LORD LYTTLETON

2. Beautiful one! thy look and tone

Of witchery are nature's own

Like light from heaven, thy magic glance
Thy voice, the harp's wild utterance;
When touch'd at eve by some spirit's hand,
It breathes the notes of the better land.

1. What peremptory, eagle-sighted eye Dares look upon the heaven of her brow, That is not blinded by her majesty?

2. To splendour only do we live?

Must pomp alone our thoughts employ?
All, all that pomp and splendour give,

Is dearly bought with love and joy.

SHAKSPEARE.

CARTWRIGHT.

3. Can wealth give happiness? look round and see, What gay distress! what splendid misery!

I envy none their pageantry and show,

I envy none the gilding of their woe.

YOUNG.

STATESMAN.

1. A statesman, that can side with every faction,
And yet most subtly can entwist himself,
When he hath wrought the business up to danger.

2.

Forbear, you things

That stand upon the pinnacles of state,

To boast your slippery height; when you do fall,
You dash yourselves in pieces, ne'er to rise.

SHIRLEY

BEN JONSON. 3. Thus the court wheel goes round, like fortune's ball; One statesman rising on another's fall.

4.

With grave

Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd

A pillar of state: deep on his front engraven
Deliberation sat, and public care.

R. BROME

1 Had I miscarried, I had been a villain;
For men judge actions always by events:
But when we manage by a just foresight,
Success is prudence, and possession right.

HIGGONS,