COQUETTE-continued.

COQUETTE.

See how the world its veterans rewards!
A youth of frolics, an old age of cards;
Fair to no purpose, artful to no end;
Young without lovers, old without a friend;
A fop their passion, but their prize a sot;
Alive, ridiculous; and dead, forgot!

With every pleasing, every prudent part,
Say, "What can Chloe wan P"-she wants a heart.
She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought;
But never, never reach'd one generous thought.

There affectation, with a sickly mien,

Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen;
Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside;
Faints into airs, and languishes with pride;
On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe,

Ibid.

Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show. Pope, Ra. of L
Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike,
And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.

Pope, Ra. of L.

Nymph of the mincing mouth, and languid eye,
And lisping tongue so soft, and head awry,

And flutt'ring heart, of leaves of aspen made. Peter Pindar.
Now Laura moves along the joyous crowd,
Smiles in her eyes, and simpers in her lips;
To some she whispers, others speaks aloud;
To some she curtsies, and to some she dips.

Byron, Beppo.

Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No,"

And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and offing

On a lee shore, till it begins to blow;

Then sees your heart wreck'd with an inward scoffing:

This works a world of sentimental woe,

Byron.

And sends new Werters yearly to their coffin. Ib. D. J. x11. 63.

Still panting o'er a crowd to reign,

More joy it gives to woman's breast,

To make ten frigid coxcombs vain,

Than one true manly lover blest.

Thomas Moore.

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COQUETTE-CORRUPTION.

COQUETTE-continued.

Can I again that look recall,

That once could make me die for thee ?-
No, no!-the eye that beams on all,
Shall never more be priz'd by me.

She, who only finds her self-esteem
In others' admiration, begs an alms;
Depends on others for her daily food,
And is the very servant of her slaves.
CORRUPTION-see Bribes.

Thomas Moore.

Joanna Baillie.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an unmeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence
Hath infected some stools of authority.

Beaumont and Fletcher, Honest Men's Fortune.

He who tempts, though in vain, at least asperses
The tempted with dishonour foul, suppos'd
Not incorruptible of faith, not proof
Against temptation.

The veriest hermit in the nation

Milton, P. L. ix. 296.

May yield, God knows, to strong temptation.
At length corruption, like a general flood,
So long by watchful ministers withstood,
Shall deluge all; and avarice creeping on,
Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.
Those, who would gain the votes of British tribes,
Must add to force of merit, force of bribes.
Here let those reign, whom pensions can incite,
To vote a patriot black, a courtier white,

Pope.

Pope.

Churchill, Ros.

Explain their country's dear-bought rights away,

And plead for pirates in the face of day. Dr. Johnson, London. This mournful truth is every where confess'd,

Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd:

But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold,

Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold. Ib. London.

Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats,

And ask no questions but the price of votes.

Dr. Johnson, Vanity of Human Wishes, Tis hence you lord it o'er your servile senates; How low the slaves will stoop to gorge their lusts, When aptly baited: ev'n the tongues of patriots, Those sons of clamour, oft relax the nerve

Within the warmth of favour. H. Brooke, Gustavus Vasa.

CORRUPTION-COUNSEL.

CORRUPTION-continued.

Thieves at home must hang; but he that puts Into his over-gorged and bloated purse

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The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes. Cowper, Task, 1.736. Whoso seeks an audit here

Propitious, pays his tribute, game or fishes,

Wild-fowl or venison, and his errand speeds. Cowper, T.1v.609. A close state-leech, who, sticking to the nation,

As adders deaf to honour's execration,

Sucks from its throat the blood by night, by day,
Nor till the state expires, will drop away.

Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow creatures,
And all are to be sold, if you consider

Peter Pindar.

Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features
Are bought up, others by a warlike leader;

Some by a place, as tend their years or natures;

The most by ready cash-but all have prices,

From crowns to kicks, according to their vices. Byron, D.J.v.27.
And conscience, truth, and honesty are made
To rise and fall, like other wares of trade.

Thomas Moore.

When rogues like these, the patriot (sparrow) cries,
To honours and employments rise,
I court no favour, ask no place;

From such preferment is disgrace.

COTTAGE HOMES.

Beneath our humble cottage let us haste,
And there, unenvied, rural dainties taste.

The cottage homes of England!

By thousands on her plains,

They are

And round the hamlet fanes;

smiling o'er the silvery brooks,

Through glowing orchards forth they peep,
Each from its nook of leaves;

And fearless there the lowly sleep,

As birds beneath the eaves.

COTTLE.

0 Amos Cottle! Phœbus! what a name!

COUNSEL

Gay, pt. 2, Fab. 2.

Pope.

Mrs. Hemans.

Byron, Engl. Bards and Scotch Rev. 1. 399.

-see Advice.

Which falls into mine ears as profitless
I pray thee, cease thy counsel,
As water in a sieve.

Bosom up my counsel,
You'll find it wholesome.

Sh. M. Ado, v. 1.

Sh. Hen. VIII. 1. 1.

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COUNSEL-COUNTRY LIFE.

COUNSEL-continued.

He cast

O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heav'nly hue
Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they pass'd. Byron, C. H.

COUNTENANCE-see Face.

A countenance more

Sh. Ham. 1. 2.

In sorrow than in anger.

COUNTRY- -see Home.

A wilderness of sweets; for Nature here

Wanton'd as in her prime, and play'd at will
Her virgin fancies, pouring forth more sweet,

Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss. Milton, P. L. v. 294.
God made the country, and man made the town;
What wonder then, that health and virtue, gifts,
That can alone make sweet the bitter draught
That life holds out to all, should most abound,
And least be threatened in the fields and groves ?

Cowper, Task, 1. 749.

Scenes must be beautiful which daily view'd
Please daily, and whose novelty survives

Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years. Cowper, Task, 1. 177.

He who loves not his country can love nothing.

COUNTRY LIFE-see Retirement.

His corn and cattle were his only care,

And his supreme delight, a country fair.

Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,

And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene,

Byron.

Dryden.

No splendid poverty, no smiling care,

No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur there. Young, L. of F.
Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts,
By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell;
Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants,
And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.

Smollet, Ode to Independence.

How various his employments, whom the world
Calls idle, and who justly in return
Esteems that busy world an idler too!
Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen,
Delightful industry enjoyed at home,

And Nature in her cultivated trim,

Dressed to his taste, inviting him abroad. Cowper, T. III. 352.

COUNTRY LIFE-COURAGE.

COUNTRY LIFE-continued.

They love the country, and none else, who seek
For their own sake its silence and its shade;

Delights which who would leave, that has a heart
Susceptible of pity, or a mind

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Cultured and capable of sober thought? Cowper, Task, III. 320.

Your love in a cottage is hungry,

Your vine is a nest for flies

Your milkmaid shocks the graces,

And simplicity talks of pies!

You lie down to your shady slumber,
And wake with a bug in your ear;

Is shod like a mountaineer.

And your damsel that walks in the morning

COURAGE-see Activity, Daring, Fortitude, Valour.
Screw your courage to the sticking-place,

And we'll not fail.

By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavour for defence;

For courage

mounteth with occasion.

What man dare, I dare.

Willis.

Sh. Macb. 1. 7.

Sh. K. John, II. 1.

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian tiger,

Take

Shall never tremble.

any shape but that, and my firm nerves

You must not think,

Sh. Macb. III. 4.

That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,
That we can let our beard be shook with danger,
And think it pastime.

I dare do all that may become a man:
Who dares do more is none.

I do know him valiant,

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,

And

That

quickly will return an injury.

It is held

Valour is the chiefest virtue, and

Most dignifies the haver: if it be,

The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpois'd.

He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer

Sh. Ham. IV. 7.

Sh. Macb. 1. 7.

Sh. Hen. V. IV. 7.

Sh. Coriol. II. 2.

The worst that man can breathe; and make his wrongs
His outsides; to wear them like his raiment, carelessly;
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,

To bring it into danger.

Sh. Timon, III. 5.