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NAME. What's in a name? That, which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet.
Shakspere. Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something,
nothing; 'Twas mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands. But he who filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
So true to her fame,
Sways there in heaven a viewless power.
Who gave her a name,
Blackie, from Æschylus.
Pope. . He left a name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Johnson. Who hath not paus’d while beauty's pensive eye Ask'd from his heart the tribute of a sigh? Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace—the magic of a name?
Campbell. Names alone mock destruction; they survive The doom of all creation: hence we hive The rapturous hope of immortality; Then worship that which never seems to die.
Sir W. Davenant.
Pope. () faithful nature! dictate of the laws Which govern and support the mighty frame Of universal being.
Lovely indeed the mimic works of art,
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society where none intrudes
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal,
From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Byron. A deep, mysterious sympathy doth bind
The human heart to nature's beauties all; We know not, guess not, of its force or kind,
But what it is we know, when ill doth fall Upon us--when our hearts are sear'd and riven, We'll seek the forest lands for peace and heaven.
NAVIGATION. THOUGH you wake the winds, and let them fight Against the churches, though the yeasty waves Confound and swallow navigations up. Shakspere. Rude as their ships, was navigation then,
No useful compass or meridian known;
Beaumont and Fletcher.
When fear admits no hope of safety, then
Fatal necessity is never known,
Milton. Rescue my poor remains from vile neglect. Prior.
Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn
To think how modest worth neglected lies; While partial fame doth with her hosts adorn
Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise, Deeds of ill sort, mischievous emprise.-Shenstone.
NEWS. With news the time's in labour, and throws forth Each minute some.
The rabble gather round the man of news,
the herald of a noisy world, With spattered boots, strapped waist, and frozen locks, News from all nations lumb'ring at his back.
Corper. The news!—there scarcely is a word, I'll venture
here to say, That o'er men's thoughts and fancies holds more
universal sway; The old, the young, the grave, the gay, the wealthy and the
poor, All wish on each succeeding day, to hear it o'er and o’er, Though on each day 't is always chang’d from what it was before.
J. T. Watson.
NIGHT. Dark night, that from the eye its function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes ; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, It pays the hearing double recompense. Shakspere. The diligence of trade and noiseful gain,
And luxury, more late asleep were laid: All was the night's, and in her silent reign
No sound the rest of nature did invade.-Dryden.
Now night her course began, and over heaven
-The approach of night, The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck the glade, And the low sun has lengthen'd every shade.-Pope.
This dead of night, this silent hour of darkness,
0, treach'rous night! Thou lend’st thy ready veil to every treason, And teeming mischiefs thrive beneath thy shade!
Aaron Hill. All was so still, so soft, in earth and air, You scarce would start, to meet a spirit there; Secure that nought of evil could delight To walk in such a scene, on such a night! Byron.
Hail eldest Night! Mother of human fear!