UNANIMITY - UNBELIEF-USURPER-VANITY.

What
Are a few drops of human blood? 't is false,
The blood of tyrants is not human; they,
Like to incarnate Molochs, feed on ours,
Until 't is time to give them to the tombs

Which they have made so populous. Oh world!
Oh men! what are ye, and our best designs,
That we must work by crime to punish crime?
Byron's Doge of Venice.

Thy suing to these men were but the bleating
Of the lamb to the butcher, or the cry
Of seamen to the surge: I would not take
A life eternal, granted at the hands
Of wretches, from whose monstrous villanies
I sought to free the groaning nations.

Byron's Doge of Venice.

Then was the evil day of tyranny,
Of kingly and of priestly tyranny,
That bruis'd the nations long.

535

Byron's Two Foscari.

They have gone beyond

Thou hast under-wrought his lawful king,
Cut off the sequence of posterity,
Out-faced infant state, and done a rape

Even their exorbitance of power; and when

This happens in the most contemn'd and abject Upon the maiden virtue of the crown.

States, stung humanity will rise to check it.
Byron's Two Foscari.
The people! — There's no people, you well know

it,

Else you dare not deal thus by them or me.

There is a populace, perhaps, whose looks

Shaks. King John.
For though usurpers sway the rule awhile,
Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs.
Shaks. Henry VI. Part III

A murderer, and a villain;
A slave, that is not twentieth part the tythe

May shame you; but they dare not groan nor Of your precedent lord :—a vice of kings:

curs, you,

save with their hearts and eyes.

Byron's Two Foscari.
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that
Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice -
The weakness and the wickedness of luxury -
The negligence the apathy- the evils

Of sensual sloth-produce ten thousand tyrants,
Whose delegated cruelty surpasses
The worst acts of one energetic master,
However harsh and hard in his own bearing.
Byron's Sardanapalus.

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule;
That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!

VANITY.

Shaks. Hamlet.

Now 'gan his heart all swell in jollity,
And of himself great hope and help conceiv'a
That, puffed up with smoke of vanity,
And with self-loved personage deceiv'd,
He 'gan to hope, of men to be receiv'd
For such as him thought or fain would be:

Eftsoons to court he cast t' advance his first de- Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,

Spenser's Fairy Queen. Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable,
But all to please and sate a curious taste?

And when thou 'rt told of knighthood's shield,

And English battles won,

Look up, my boy, and breathe one word

The name of WASHINGTON!

Mrs. Gilman.

- Such were Saratoga's victors—such

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
And vice sometimes by action 's dignified.
Shaks. Romeo and Juliet.

The Yeomen-Brave, whose deeds and death have How far that little candle throws his beams!

given

A glory to her skies,

A music to her name.

So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

Shaks. Merchant of Venice.

To do is to succeed —our fight

Halleck. I never did repent for doing good,

Nor shall not now.

Is wag'd in Heaven's approving sight-
The smile of God is victory!

Whittier.

Ay, nerve thy spirit to the proof,

And blench not at thy chosen lot,
The timid good may stand aloof,
The sage may frown-yet faint thou not.
Nor heed the shaft too surely cast,
The hissing, stinging bolt of scorn;
For with thy side shall dwell at last,
The victory of endurance born.

Bryant.

Like spectral lamps, that burn before a tomb,
'The ancient lights expire;

I wave a torch, that floods the lessening gloom
With everlasting fire!

Crown'd with my constellated stars I stand

Beside the foaming sea,

And from the Future, with a victor's hand,
Claim empire for the Free!

Shaks. Merchant of Venice.

Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do;
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike
As if we had them not.

Shaks. Measure for Measure
I'll leave my son my virtuous deeds behind;
And would my father had left me no more!
For all the rest is held at such a rate,
As brings a thousand fold more care to keep,
Than in possession any jot of pleasure.

Shaks. Henry VI. Part III.
Forgive me this virtue :
my

For, in the fatness of these pursy times,
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg;
Yea, curb, and woo, for leave to do him good.
Shaks. Hamlet.
Virtue's a solid rock, whereat being aim'd,
The keenest darts of envy, yet unhurt,

J. Bayard Taylor.-The Continents. Her marble hero stands, built of such basis,

While they recoil and wound the shooter's face.
Beaumont's Queen of Corinth.

VILLAIN.

Valour, employ'd in an ill quarrel, turns

there s ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark, To cowardice, and virtue then puts on But he's an arrant knave.

Given to make us wretched! ah! sad portion!
Fatal to all that have thee! Shunn'd on earth,
Depress'd, and shown but in severest trials:
Condemn'd to solitude: then shining most,
When black obscurity surrounds! Poor, poor!
But ever beautiful.

Lord Lansdown's Heroic Love.
Then, to be good is to be happy: Angels
Are happier than mankind, because they're better.
Guilt is the source of sorrow: 't is the fiend,
The avenging fiend, that follows us behind
With whips and stings. The blest know none of
this;

But rest in everlasting piece of mind, Those that seek, from their youth, thy milk of And find the height of all their heaven is good.