We bleed, we tremble, we forget, we smile Young: Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 511. 77 Young: Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 406. He went like one that hath been stunn'd, A sadder and a wiser man 78 AFFRONTS. Coleridge: Ancient Mariner. Pt. vii. Last St. Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; 79 Addison: Cato. Act ii. Sc. 5. A moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not affront me, and no other can. 80 AFTERNOON. Cowper: Conversation. Line 193 The sun has drunk The dew that lay upon the morning grass; There is no rustling in the lofty elm Settling on the sick flowers, and then again 81 AGE- see Old Age, Years. When the age is in, the wit is out. 82 Bryant: Summer Wind Shaks.: Much Ado. Act iii. Sc. 5 Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor fortune made such havoc of my means, Shaks.: Much Ado. Act iv. Sc. 1. His silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion, And buy men's voices to commend our deeds; It shall be said, 84 Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. L Manhood, when verging into age, grows thoughtful. 85 Capel Lofft's Aphorisms. Published in 1812 Full of wise saws and modern instances. 86 Shak.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7 I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers. How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! 87 Shaks.: 2 Henry IV. Act v. Sc. 5 I am declin'd into the vale of years. 88 Shaks.: Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3 And all the men and women merely players: 89 Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety; other women Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry An old man, broken with the storms of State, 92 Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2 Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long, Dryden Edipus. Act iv. Sc. I 94 Young: Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 114 Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage: 96 Young: Night Thoughts. Night v Line 661 We see time's furrows on another's brow How few themselves in that just mirror see! 97 Young: Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 627. O, sir! I must not tell my age. An age that melts with unperceived decay, Dr. Johnson: Vanity of H. W. Line 293. What is the worst of woes that wait on age? 101 AGGRESSION. Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto ii. St. 98. You take my house, when you do take the prop Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. ALACRITY-see Promptitude. A willing heart adds feather to the heel, 103 ALARM. Joanna Baillie: De Monfort. Act iii. Sc. 2. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley, 104 speak! Shaks.: Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3. ALEXANDRINE. A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. Pope: E. on Criticism. Part ii. Line 156 105 AMAZEMENT- -see Astonishment, Surprise. In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. They spake not a word; AMBER. Shaks.: Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7. Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! But wonder how the devil they got there. 109 Pope: Epis. to Arbuthnot. Line 169. AMBITION - see Fame, Glory, Pride. 110 Sir Walter Raleigh: Written in a Window By that sin fell the angels: how can man then, The image of his 111 Maker, hope to win by it? Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2 I have ventur'd Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, But far beyond my depth; my high-blown pride Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2 112 Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. 113 Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2 I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only 114 Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7 Lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber upward turns his face; 115 Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Shaks.: Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3. They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them; 117 Jean Ingelow: A Snow Mountain Ambition has but one reward for all: 119 William Winter: Queen's Domain Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. i. Line 262 But what will not Ambition and Revenge To basest things. Revenge, at first though sweet, Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. ix. Line 168. 120 121 Gay: Pt. ii. Fable 15. Ambition is an idol, on whose wings Southerne: Loyal Brothers. The fiery soul abhorr'd in Catiline, Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. ii. Line 199 Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise, 124 Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 74 |