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To paint a fading face,
Upon the brittle glass.
Which makes the lines appear;
play, To blast the writer's hand, and shake his soul with fear;
HE that's liberal
Beaumont and Fletcher.
Such moderation with thy bounty join,
LIBERTINE. 1.-FIE on thee-I can tell what thou would’st do. 2.-What, for a counter, would I do but good?
1.-Most mischievous foul sin in chiding sin:
This is true liberty, when free-born men, Having to advise the public, may speak out; Which' he who can and will, deserves high praise; Who neither can nor will, may hold his peace. What can be juster in a state than this?
Euripides. Nations will decline so low From virtue, which is reason, that no wrong But justice and some fatal cause annexed, Deprives them of their outward liberty. Milton.
Oh, give me liberty!
Corper. Mild, like all strength, sits crowned Liberty,
Wearing the aspect of a youthful queen; And far outstretched along the unmeasured sea
Rests the vast shadow of her throne serene. From the dumb icebergs to the fiery zone, Rests the vast shadow of that guardian throne.
Bulwer. Let me not see the patriot's high bequest,
Great liberty! how great in plain attire! With the base purple of a court oppress'd,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire. Keats.
Shakspere. The Tiber, whose licentious waves So often overflowed the neighbouring fields, Now runs a smooth and inoffensive course.
Upon a thankless errand;
For truth shall be thy warrant;
And give the world the lie. Raleigh.
The day will come when thou must give account
Dryden. Love, Hope, and Joy, fair Pleasure's smiling train, Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of Pain; These, mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd, Make and maintain the balance of the mind: The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife Gives all the strength and colour of our life.—Pope.
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
When saddest, but a passing sigh;
A sigh of roses floating by.
Life is like yon fisher's boat
Gay she quits the friendly shore
W. H. Leatham.
LIGHT. Let there be light! God said, and forthwith light Ethereal, first of things, quintessence pure, Sprung from the deep; and, from her native east, To journey through the airy gloom began, Sphered in a radiant cloud.
Milton. Nature and nature's laws lay hid in night; God said, let Newton be! and all was light.-Pope. All the world's bravery, that delights our eyes,
Is but thy several liveries;
Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. A crimson garment in the rose thou wear’st;
A crown of studded gold thou bear’st;
The virgin-lilies, in their white, Are clad but with the lawn of almost naked light.
Involves the dusky globe:
Dark, dark, yea, irrecoverably dark,
A. H. Hallam. From the quickened womb of the primal gloom
The sun rolled black and bare,
Of the threads of my golden hair;
Arose on its airy spars,
And spangled it o'er with stars. W. P. Palmer.