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'Tis the sunset of life gives us mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.

With every change his features played,
As aspens show the light and shade.

Checkered Shade, Checkered Shade!
'Tis of such this life is made;
From the cradle to the tomb
Not all gladness, not all gloom;
Many a bright thread winding through
Tissues of a sombre hue,
Many a dark thread woven in
Where the golden ones begin;
Such the woof wherein we see
Clothed is our mortality;
Such the garments that we wear,
Such the lot that all must share:
Mingled e'er is joy and woe,
Gloom and gladness, here below,
And the path wherein we tread,
Ever hath a Checkered Shade!




SHAME sticks ever close to the ribs of honour,
Great men are never found after it:


For often vice, provok'd to shame, Borrows the colour of a virtuous deed: Thus libertines are chaste, and misers good, A coward valiant, and a priest sincere.


It leaves some ache or other in their names still,
Which their posterity feels at ev'ry weather.



I can bear scorpions' stings, tread fields of fire;
In frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie;

Be toss'd aloft through tracts of endless void-
But cannot live in shame.

Joanna Baillie.




WELL may he then to you his cares impart,
And share his burden where he shares his heart.


Not love of liberty, nor thirst of honour,
Drew you thus far; but hopes to share the spoil
Of conquered towns and plundered provinces.



Was to Neptune recommended;
Peace and plenty spread the sails:
Venus in her shell before him,
From the sands in safety bore him.


Of pearly hue

Within, and they that lustre have imbibed
In the sun's palace porch, where, when unyoked,
His chariot wheel stands midway in the wave;
Shake one, and it awakens; then apply

Its polished lips to your attentive ear,
And it remembers its august abodes,

And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.-Landor.


GIVES not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade
To Shepherds, looking on their silly sheep,
Than doth a rich embroidered canopy
To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery?
O yes, it doth; a thousand fold it doth.
And to conclude,-The Shepherd's homely curds,
His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,
All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,
Is far beyond a prince's delicates,
His viands sparkling in a golden cup;
His body couched in a curious bed,

When care, mistrust, and treason wait upon him.




1.-How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 2.-When the moon shone, we did not see the candle.

1.-So doth the greater glory dim the less:
A substitute shines brightly as a king,
Until a king be by; and then his state
Empties itself, as doth an inland brook
Into the main waters.


Whose form is like the cypress tree's,
Whose musky tresses scent the breeze;
Whose chin its silver orb displays,
While necklace gems beneath it blaze;
That orb, those gems, her neck entwining,
The proud sun's shining orb out-shining.

From the Persian.

The rose that blooms and lives but in the sun,
Asks not what other flowers he
If he but shine on her.


shines upon,
Anne C. Lynch.


You might have seen the frothy billows fry
Under the ship, as thorough them she went,
That seem'd the waves were unto ivory,

Or ivory unto the waves were sent.

Behold a stately ship,

Proud of her gaudy trim, comes this way sailing
With all her bravery on and tackle trim;
Sails filled, and streamers waving,

Courted by all the winds that hold their play.

She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.







SPARE none but those who go in clouted shoes,
For they are thrifty honest men.


Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet,
Through freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet;—
Should the big last extend the sole too wide,
Each stone will wrench th' unwary step aside;
The sudden turn may stretch the swelling vein,
Thy cracking joints unhinge, or ankle sprain;
And when too small the modest shoes are worn,
You'll judge the seasons by your shooting corn.



THERE lies within the very flame of love
A kind of wick, or snuff, that will abate it;
And nothing is at a like goodness still;
For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,

Dies in his own too much; that we would do,
We should do when we would; for this would changes,
And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents.
And then this should is like a spendthrift sigh,
That hurts by easing.



THANKS, gentle citizens,
This general applause and cheerful shout
Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard.


Then give a general shout, and send scared echo
E'en to the frighted ears of tyranny.

Sir A. Hunt. Then, bursting broad, the boundless shout to heaven, From many a thousand hearts ecstatic sprung.




METHINKS I wish that I had never known
Virtue like yours so high, that mine is none:
You as some vast hill, touching heaven, appear;
I at your feet, like a poor valley near:
Down from your cloudy top refreshing flow
Fast bounteous rills, that water me below;
Valleys but vapours can to heaven return,
And I with sighs your falling favours mourn.

Nat. Lee.

1. Methinks thou hast a singular way of showing Thy happiness! what ails thee, cousin of mine? Why didst thou sigh so deeply?

2. Did I sigh?

I was not conscious of it. It is a fashion,

A silly--a most silly fashion I have

When I am very happy. Did I sigh?-E. A. Poe.

If youth is but a joyous time,
A world of flowers, a summer sky;
What, ere man is in his prime,
Is its remembrance, but a sigh?


F. F. Dally.


NINE things to sight required are;

The power to see, the light, the visible thing, Being not too small, too thin, too nigh, too far, Clear space, and time, the form distinct to bring. Davies.

What form of death could him affright,
Who, unconcerned, with stedfast sight,
Could view the surges mounting steep,
And monsters rolling in the deep?

Dryden, from Horace.

My eyes are somewhat dimmish grown,
For nature always in the right,
To your decays adapts my sight.


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