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LEAD. LEAF. LEAP.
THERE is a cliff whose high and bending head
What I did, I did in honour, Led by the impartial conduct of my soul.-Shakspere. And that odd impulse, which, in wars and creeds, Makes men, like cattle, follow him who leads.
Lo! in the middle of the wood,
The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud,
Approach, observe this perished gauze-like leaf,
Know that each filament's a precious deed,
And was of life and beauty, once the source;
Its function, as its form, determinate.-T. L. Merritt.
METHINKS it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon.
Due entrance he disdain'd, and in contempt,
I SHALL the effect of this good lesson keep,
There is a lesson in each flower,
HEAVEN first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Letters admit not of a half-renown;
A letter from his lady dear, he bless'd
Do you like letter-reading? If you do,
I have some twenty dozen very pretty ones;
And very lying-stupid ones and witty ones-
IF the muse lavish her immortal wit
And the firm diamond, the frail honours writ
Let no foul word pollute that heavenly ray
Lewdness would taint the sunbeams in their way.
To blast the writer's hand, and shake his soul with fear. Watts.
HE that's liberal
To all alike, may do a good by chance,
Beaumont and Fletcher.
For whose well-being,
Such moderation with thy bounty join,
Which makes us borrow what we cannot pay.
1.-FIE on thee-I can tell what thou would'st do. 2.-What, for a counter, would I do but good? 1. Most mischievous foul sin in chiding sin: For thou thyself hast been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish sting itself: And all th' imbossed sores and headed evils, That thou with license of free foot hast caught, Would'st thou disgorge into the general world.
THIS is true liberty, when free-born men, Having to advise the public, may speak out; Which he who can and will, deserves high praise; Who neither can nor will, may hold his peace. What can be juster in a state than this?
Nations will decline so low
From virtue, which is reason, that no wrong
Oh, give me liberty!
O Liberty! the prisoner's pleasing dream,
Let me not see the patriot's high bequest,
Great liberty! how great in plain attire! With the base purple of a court oppress'd, Bowing her head, and ready to expire.
Mild, like all strength, sits crowned Liberty,
Rests the vast shadow of her throne serene.
LATER age's pride, like corn-fed steed,
How would it touch thee to the quick
The Tiber, whose licentious waves
Upon a thankless errand;
For truth shall be thy warrant;
The man of pure and simple heart
Let falsehood be a stranger to thy lips.
When fiction rises pleasing to the eye,
The day will come when thou must give account