7. I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose, They have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart. 8. Why should I blush to own I love ?— 'Tis love that rules the realms above; Why should I blush to say to all, That virtue holds my heart in thrall? PRIOR. HENRY KIRK WHITE. DEFIANCE. 1. I do defy him, and spit at him; Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain. SHAKSPEARE. 2. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? SHAKSPEARE. 3. Torture thou may'st, but thou shalt ne'er despise me; 4. He halts, and turns with clenched hand, 5. Come one, come all-this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I. YOUNG. SCOTT's Marmion. SCOTT's Marmion. 186 DELAY-PROCRASTINATION. DELAY - PROCRASTINATION. 1. O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late : That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; 2. Your gift is princely, but it comes too late, And falls like sunbeams on a blasted blossom. 3. Shun delays, they breed remorse ; Take thy time, while time is lent thee; Fly their fault, lest thou repent thee. 4. Be wise to-day: 't is madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on till wisdom is push'd out of life. SHAKSPEARE. SUCKLING. SOUTHWELL. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 5. Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 6. Think not to-morrow still shall be your care; GIFFORD'S Perseus. 7. Oh! how many deeds Of deathless virtue, and immortal crime, LORD JOHN RUSSELL. That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, SHAKSPEARE. 2. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled. 3. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. May the snowy wings Of innocence and love protect thee! 4. Ah! little will the lip reveal AKENSIDE. Of all the burning heart may feel. MISS L. E. LANDON. 5. Her eye may grow dim, and her cheek may grow pale, But tell they not both the same fond tale?— 6. Love's lights have fled from her eye and her cheek, She bore herself So gently, that the lily on its stalk MISS L. E. LANDON. 7. Sweet beauty sleeps upon thy brow, As meek and pure as doves art thou, J. G. PERCIVAL. ROBERT MORRIS. 188 DESIGN-INTENTION - DESPAIR. 8. I dare not think, thou lovely maid, MRS. CHILD DESIGN-INTENTION. 1. I do believe you think what now you speak, Which now, like fruits unripe, sticks on the tree, 2. He that intends well, yet deprives himself SHAKSPEARE. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 3. When any great designs thou dost intend, Think on the means, the manner, and the end. DENHAM. 4. When men's intents are wicked, their guilt haunts them, But when they're just, they 're arm'd, and nothing daunts 5. 1. them. Honest designs Justly resemble our devotions, Which we must pay, and wait for the reward. DESPAIR. MIDDLETON. SIR R. HOWARD. It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. SHAKSPEARE. 2. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Gives courage to the weak. Resolv'd to die, And deals his deaths around. SHAKSPEARE. SOMERVILE'S Chase. 4. Lean abstinence, pale grief, and haggard care, The dire attendants of forlorn despair. 5. So farewell, hope, and with hope farewell fear; PATTISON. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 6. My loss is such as cannot be repair'd, 7. Talk not of comfort-'t is for lighter ills; I will indulge my sorrow, and give way To all the pangs and fury of despair. DRYDEN. ADDISON'S Cato. 8. But desperate is their doom whom doubt has driven BEATTIE'S Minstrel. 9. Mine after-life! what is mine after-life? A hopeless darkness settles o'er my fate! JOANNA BAILLIE. |