AND, next, within the entry of this lake,
Sat fell Revenge, gnashing her teeth for ire;
Devising means how she may vengeance take;
Never in rest, till she have her desire;
But frets within so far forth with the fire
Of wreaking flames, that now determines she
To die by death, or 'veng'd by death to be.

Revenge, at first though sweet,

Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils.

Revenge impatient rose,

Sackville.

Milton.

He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down,

And, with a withering look,

The war-denouncing trumpet took,

And blew a blast so loud and dread,

Were ne'er prophetic sound so full of woe.

And ever and anon, he beat

The doubling drum with furious heat;

And though sometimes, each dreary pause between,

Dejected Pity, at his side,

Her soul-subduing voice applied;

Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien,

While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.

The last revenge is love;-disarm

Collins.

Anger with smiles; heal wounds with balm;
Give water to the thirsting foe:
The sandal tree, as if to prove
How sweet to conquer hate by love,
Perfumes the axe that lays it low.

S. C. Wilkes.

Revenge maintains her empire in the breast,
Though every other feeling freeze to rest;
And sooner may the crew-deserted bark,

When tempests wildly rage, and nights are dark,
Admit a pilot; than may man obtain

Reason, when tossed upon her angry main.

H. Trevanian.

546 REVERENCE. REVOLUTION. RHETORIC.

REVERENCE.

BUT yesterday the word of Cæsar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.-Shakspere.

Had not men with hoary heads revered,

Or boys paid reverence when a man appeared,
Both must have died.

Dryden, from Juvenal.

REVOLUTION.

1.-YES, Revolution! since you call it so.
But not a delicate and dainty trouble,
A ruffle in an ewer of milk and roses
Made by a noble's finger; not a levee
Of dukes, earls, viscounts, barons, marquises;

All pearls, brocades, and new-plucked strawb'ry leaves,
All coronets, and ermine; not a plot

Where nothing vulgarer than peers conspired.
That glorious, pious, and immortal change,
The Danbies, Halifaxes, Somersets,

Hydes, Sunderlands, Godolphins, Churchills made,
With such peculiar profit to the poor,

That is not Revolution!

2.-What then is?

1.—What you might know, were but the people wise! What your son's sons must some day know in England; If the few govern only for the few.

G. S. Smythe.

RHETORIC.

ENJOY thy gay wit and false rhetoric,

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence, Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinced.

Milton.

For rhetoric, he could not ope

His mouth, but out there flew a trope.

Butler.

RHYME.

RHYME.

NOT marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.

547

Shakspere.

I mean to weave fine linen cloth no more;
Yet I am not ashamed of my old trade;
It served me very well in days of yore,

Ere as a minstrel from my home I strayed.
But now, (I hope it will not starve me quite,)
The other trade (of rhyme,) I have to ply;
To make good verses now is my delight,

And must be I suppose until I die.

Yet 't would be well to throw all rhymes aside;
With poverty I have continual strife;
In search of friends I wander far and wide,
I never was so ragged in my life.

Michael Beheim.
Shepherds are honest people,-let them sing
Riddle who wot, for me, and pull for prime;
I envy no man's nightingale or spring,

Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme, Who only plainly say "My God, my king."

Herbert.

Great are his perils in this stormy time,
Who rashly ventures on a sea of rhyme;
Around vast surges roll, winds envious blow,
And jealous rocks and quicksands lurk below.
Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends,
He hurts me most who lavishly commends.

Thy body findeth ample room
In its still and grassy tomb,
By the silent river;

But thy spirit found the earth
Narrow for the mighty birth
Which it dreamed of ever;
Thou wast guilty of a rhyme,
Learned in a benigner clime,
And of that more grievous crime-
An ideal too sublime

For the low-hung sky of time.

Churchill.

Lowell.

RICHES, the dumb god, that givest all men tongues,
That canst do nought, yet mak'st men do all things,
The price of souls! even hell, with thee to boot,
Is made worth heav'n! Thou art virtue, fame,
Honour, and all things else; who can get thee,
He shall be noble, valiant, honest, wise.-Ben Jonson.

I am as rich in having such a jewel,

As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl.

Shakspere.

Riches cannot rescue from the grave,
Which claims alike the monarch and the slave.

Dryden.

Extol not riches then, the toil of fools,
The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare,
To slacken virtue, and abate her edge more apt,
Than prompt her to do ought may merit praise.
Milton.

Riches, like insects, while concealed they lie,
Wait but for wings, and in their season fly;
To whom can riches give repute and trust,
Content or pleasure, but the good and just?
Judges and senates have been bought for gold,
Esteem and love were never to be sold.

Madam, I own 't is not your person
My stomach's set so sharp and fierce on;
But 't is your better part-your riches,
That my enamoured heart bewitches.

Riches, the wisest monarch sings,
Make pinions for themselves to fly;
They fly like bats on parchment wings,
And geese their silver plumes supply.

A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich on forty pounds a year;
His best companions innocence and health,
And his best riches ignorance of wealth.

Pope.

Butler.

Swift.

Goldsmith.

RIDDLES. RIDICULOUS.

RIDDLES.

549

ALL who enter in this world a faded picture with them bear,

And go searching in the tavern if the interpreter be

there;

In it written lies the riddle, but its marks are all

unknown,

And oh! whither is the partner of the hidden secret Hafiz, from the Persian.

flown.

Let's keep them

In desperate hope of understanding us;

Riddles and clouds are very lights of speech.
I'll veil my careless anxious thoughts as 't were
In a perspicuous cloud, that so I may

Whisper in a loud voice, and even be silent
When I do utter words.

RIDICULOUS.

Cartwright.

PRINCES can never more make known their wisdom
Than when they cherish goodness where they find it,
They being men, and not gods,-

They can give wealth and titles, but no virtue;
That is without their power, when they advance,
Not out of judgment, but deceiving fancy,
An undeserving man, howe'er set off

With all the trim greatness, state, and pow'r,
And of a creature even grown terrible
To him from whom he took his giant form,
The thing is still a comet, no true star;
And when the bounties feeding his false fire
Begin to fail, will of itself go out,
And what was dreadful, proves ridiculous.

Massinger.

Should once the world resolve t'abolish
All that's ridiculous and foolish,
It would have nothing left to do,
T'apply in jest or earnest to;
No bus'ness of importance, play,
Or state, to pass its time away.

Butler.