To have a giant's strength! but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.

Shakspere.

'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference knownKings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own. Herrick.

But yet, O man, rage not beyond thy need;
Deem it not glory to swell in tyranny:
Thou art of blood; joy not to see things bleed:
Thou fearest death: think they are loth to die.
A plaint of guiltless hurt doth pierce the sky,

Sir P. Sidney.

So spake the fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds.

Milton.

But what avail her unexhausted stores,
Her blooming mountains, and her sunny shores,
With all the gifts that heaven and earth impart,
The smiles of nature and the charms of art,
While proud oppression in her valleys reigns,
And tyranny usurps her happy plains.

Addison.

We are what suns and winds and waters make us;
The mountains are our sponsors, and the rills

Fashion and win their nursling with their smiles;
But where the land is dim from tyranny,

There tiny pleasures occupy the place

Of glories and of duties; as the feet

Of fabled fairies, when the sun goes down,

Trip o'er the grass where wrestlers strove by day.
Then Justice, called the Eternal one above,
Is more inconstant than the buoyant form
That bursts into existence from the froth
Of ever-varying ocean: what is best

Then becomes worst: what loveliest most deformed.
The heart is hardest in the softest climes,

The passions flourish, the affections die.

W. S. Landor.

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UNBELIEF.

Он, dear unbelief!

How wealthy dost thou make thy owner's wit!
Thou train of knowledge, what a privilege
Thou giv'st to thy possessor! anchorest him
From floating with the tide of vulgar faith,
From being damn'd with multitudes!

Marston.

Hast never seen the death-bed of the unbeliever?
'Twas anguish, terror, darkness without bow:
But O, it had a most convincing tongue,
A potent oratory, that secur'd

Most mute attention.

Pollok.

UNDERSTANDING.

Most miserable creature under sky,
Man without Understanding doth appear;
For all this world's affliction he thereby,
And fortune's freaks is wisely taught to bear;
Of wretched life the only joy she is,
And th' only comfort in calamities.

Give me, next good, an understanding wife,
By nature wise, not learned by much art;
Some knowledge on her side will all my life
More scope of conversation impart;
Besides her inborn virtue fortify;

They are most good, who best know why.

Spenser.

UNISON.

Sir T. Overbury.

BE thine the more refin'd delights

Of love, that banishes control,

When the fond heart with heart unites,

And soul's in unison with soul.

And canst thou not accord thy heart

In unison with mine

Whose language thou alone hast heard,
Thou only canst divine?

Cartwright.

Rufus Dawes,

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UNIVERSE.

UNKNOWN. USE.

UNIVERSE-UNIVERSAL.

APPETITE, an universal wolf,

So doubly seconded with will and power,
Must make perforce an universal prey,
And last eat up itself.

From things particular,

Shakspere.

He doth abstract the universal kinds.

Davies.

Father of heaven,

Whose word called out this universe to birth.

UNKNOWN.

Milton.

MANY are the trees of God that grow
In Paradise, and various yet unknown

To us.

Tell me no more

Of my soul's lofty gifts! Are they not vain

To quench its haunting thirst for happiness?

Milton.

Have I not loved, and striven, and failed to bind
One true heart unto me, whereon my own

Might find a resting-place, a home for all
Its burden of affection. I depart

Unknown, though Fame goes with me: I must leave
The earth unknown.

Mrs. Hemans.

USE.

FOR time is ever hurrying on;

To the hour of death our moments run;

What, in our long career, what useful have we done?

From the Spanish of Prudentius.

I am a part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience is an arch where thro'

Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life.

Tennyson.

VALOUR. VANITY.

VALOUR.

-HE

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That kills himself t'avoid misery, fears it;
And at the best shows a bastard valour.-Massinger.

For, as we see the eclipsed sun
By mortals is more gazed upon,
Than when, adorn'd with all his light,
He shines in serene sky most bright,
So valour, in a low estate,

Is more admir'd and wonder'd at.

The wreath, in mad ambition's race,
Is his whose speed can first obtain it;
But in the quest of heavenly grace
Who holiest seeks, will surest gain it.
Alone in this celestial fight,

When countless foes unseen assemble,
There's valour high in timorous flight,
'Tis heroic zeal to fear and tremble.

Butler.

Gerald Griffin.

VANITY.

Now 'gan his heart to swell in jollity,
And of himself great hope and help conceiv'd;
That, puffed up with smoke of vanity,
And with self-loved personage deceiv'd,
He 'gan to hope, of men to be receiv'd
For such as him thought, or fain would be:
But for in court gay portance he perceiv'd
A gallant show to be in greatest gree,

Eftsoons to court he cast t' advance his first degree.

Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means soon preys upon itself.

Spenser.

Shakspere.

Why is the hearse with 'scutcheons blazon'd round,
And with the nodding plumes of ostrich crown'd?
No: the dead know it not, nor profit gain;
It only serves to prove the living vain.

Gay.

O vanity!

How are thy painted beauties doted on,
By light and empty idiots! how pursued
With open and extended appetite;

How they do sweat, and run themselves from breath!
Raised on their toes to catch thy airy forms,
Still turning giddy till they reel like drunkards,
That buy the merry madness of one hour
With the long irksomeness of following time.

I spake-from vanity it seemed to me;
Was silent-still I saw 't was vanity:

Ben Jonson.

I owned my vainness-vanity took possession
Of that most sad confession.

I vowed to kill the weed, and strove to do 't,
And hewed and hacked down to the very root;
Alas! still seemed vanity to be thriving,
And living even in that very striving!

Then fell I down and prayed-Lord take my breath,
And save me from the body of this death.

Henry Sutton.

To err is human, human to be vain;
'Tis vanity and mock desire of fame
That prompts the rustic on the steeple top
Sublime to mark the outlines of his shoes;
And in the area to engrave his name.
With pride of heart the churchwarden surveys
High o'er the belfry, girt with birds and flow'rs,
His story wrote in capitals, 'T was I

That bought the font, and I repaired the pews.

Here vanity assumes her pert grimace.

Smart. Goldsmith.

The hue of death is cast o'er everything,
And vanity is marked on all I see.

Or is it vanity, that mental mole,

Miss Gould.

The dense ophthalmia of the vacant mind, Which whispers we may stem the strong control Of every wave that in our course we find.

Calder Campbell.