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But true expression, like th' unchanging sun,
Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon;
It gilds all objects, but it alters none.

POPE'S Essay on Criticism.

10. Who shall decide when doctors disagree,

And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

POPE'S Moral Essays.

11. Like doctors thus, when much dispute has past, We find our tenets just the same at last.

POPE'S Moral Essays.

12. But as some muskets do contrive it,
As oft to miss the mark they drive at,
And, though well-aim'd at duck or plover,
Bear wide, and kick their owners over,—
So fared our squire, whose reas'ning toil
Would often on himself recoil,

And so much injur'd more his side,

The stronger arguments he apply'd.

TRUMBULL'S M' Fingal.

13. The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau,
The apostate of affection-he, who threw
Enchantment over passion, and from woe
Wrung overwhelming eloquence.

14.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

He cast

O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heav'nly hue
Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they pass'd.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

15. His speech was a fine sample, on the whole,
Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call "rigmarole."

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ARTIFICE-CANDOUR,

17. With neat and rounded phrase

He tricks the shapeless thought;
Like hope of power, it charms to-day;
To-morrow, it is nought.

ARTIFICE

CANDOUR.

Vicksburg Whig.

1.

Make my breast

Transparent as pure crystal, that the world,
Jealous of me, may see the foulest thought
My heart doth hold.

2. Shallow artifice begets suspicion,

3.

4.

5.

And, like a cobweb veil, but thinly shades
The face of thy design; alone disguising
What should have ne'er been seen.

Imperfect mischief!

BUCKINGHAM.

CONGREVE.

Thou, like the adder venomous and deaf,
Hast stung the traveller; and when thou think'st
To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass
Confess and point the path which thou hast crept.
O, fate of fools! officious in contriving,

In executing, puzzled, lame, and lost.

You talk to me in parables;

CONGREVE.

You may have known that I'm no wordy man:
Fine speeches are the instruments of knaves,
Or fools, that use them when they want good sense.

Honesty

Needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.

OTWAY.

OTWAY.

6. The brave do never shun the light;

Just are their thoughts, and open are their tempers;
Truly, without disguise, they love or hate;

Still are they found in the fair face of day,
And heaven and men are judges of their actions.

7. "T is great, 't is manly to disdain disguise;
It shows our spirit, or it proves our strength.

Rowe.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

8. A man of sense can artifice disdain,

As men of wealth may venture to go plain;
I find the fool when I behold the screen,
For 't is the wise man's interest to be seen.

YOUNG'S Love of Fame.

ASSASSINATION - MURDER.

1. Will all Neptune's ocean wash this blood

Clear from my hand? No, this my hand will rather

The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

Making this green one, red.

2.

The great King of kings

Hath in the table of his law commanded

That thou shalt do no murder; wilt thou then
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?

3. The tyrannous and bloody act is done;
The most arch deed of piteous massacre
That ever yet this land was guilty of.

4. Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience

To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity
Sometimes, to do me service.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

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ASSOCIATES-COMPANY.

5. See his face is black and full of blood;
His eyeballs further out than when he lived,
Staring full ghastly, like a strangled man;
His hair uprear'd; his nostrils stretch'd with struggling;
His hands abroad display'd, as one that grasp'd

And tugg'd for life, and was by strength subdued.

6. Blood, though it sleeps a time, yet never dies; The gods on murd'rers fix revengeful eyes.

7. Murder itself is past all expiation,
The greatest crime that nature doth abhor.

8.

Is there a crime

SHAKSPEARE.

Beneath the roof of heaven, that stains the soul
Of men with more infernal hue, than damn'd
Assassination?

CHAPMAN.

GOFFE.

CIBBER.

9. Cease, triflers; would you have me feel remorse,
Leave me alone-nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeons,
Speak to the murderer with the voice of solitude.
MATURIN'S Bertram.

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And everlasting witness! whose unsinking
Blood darkens earth and heaven! what thou now art,

I know not; but if thou seest what I am,

I think thou wilt forgive him, whom his God

Can ne'er forgive, nor his own soul-farewell!

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2. So lilies in a glass enclose

The glass will seem as white as those.

3. "Tis hard, where dulness overrules,

To keep good sense in crowds of fools;
And we admire the man who saves
His honesty in crowds of knaves.

4. Then must I plunge again into the crowd
Where revel calls, and laughter, vainly loud,
False to the heart, distorts the hollow cheek,
To leave the flagging spirit doubly weak.

COWLEY.

DEAN SWIFT.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

5. Then as we never met before, and never,
It may be, may again encounter, why,
I thought to cheer up this

6. Like the stain'd web, that whitens in the sun,
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.

BYRON.

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

1.

2.

ASTONISHMENT-SURPRISE.
With wild surprise,

As if to marble struck, devoid of sense,
A stupid moment motionless she stood.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

He stood

Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life,
Speechless and fix'd in all the death of woe.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

3. Were his eyes open? Yes, and his mouth too;-
Surprise has this effect, to make one dumb,
Yet leave the gate, which eloquence slips through,
As wide as if a long speech were to come.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

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