610 STUDY. STURDY. STYLE. STUDY. STUDY is like the heaven's glorious sun, That will not be deep search'd with saucy looks; Small have continual plodders ever won, Save base authority from others' books: These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not that they are. Too much to know, is to know nought but fame; And every godfather can give a name. If not to some peculiar end assigned A chase for sport alone, and not for game. STURDY. Shakspere. Young. AWED by that house, accustomed to command, Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! Gray. STYLE. BE sure, avoid set phrases when you write, Others for language all their care express, Ovid. Pope. SUBMISSION. SUCCESS. 611 SUBMISSION. CEASE then, nor order imperfection name: Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear. It grieves me to the soul To see how man submits to man's control; Pope. Crabbe. SUCCESS. IN tracing human story, we shall find Sir W. Davenant. Had I miscarried, I had been a villain; For men judge actions always by events: Success is prudence, and possession right. Higgons. What though I am a villain, who so bold "Tis not in mortals to command success; Havard. But we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deserve it. Unhappy they! And falsely gay! Who bask for ever in success; A constant feast Addison. Quite palls the taste, And long enjoyment is distress. Young. 612 SUFFER. SUICIDE. SUFFER-SUFFERANCE. THE poor beetle that we tread upon, I will bear it With all the tender sufferance of a friend, Shakspere. Otway. The brave unfortunates are our best acquaintance; SUICIDE. AGAINST self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, Shakspere. 'Tis not courage when the darts of chance What more speaks Greatness of man than valiant patience, Jonson. That shrinks not under his fate's strongest stroke? Opening the veins, with poison quenching thirst, Was dead-eyed cowardice and white-cheeked fear: To death for dread of death. That soul's most stout, Beaumont and Fletcher. THEN came the jolly summer, being dight And now would bathe his limbs, with labour heated sore. Spenser. From bright'ning fields of ether, fair disclos'd, Thomson. The Spring's gay promise melted into thee, In the blue sky thy voice is rich and clear; Thou wilt not frown, tho' I have pluck'd unseen One little blossom from thy golden hair.-H. G. Bell. Thou art bearing hence thy roses, Glad Summer, fare thee well! Brightly, sweet Summer, brightly, To the joyous birds of the woodland boughs, To the rangers of the sky. Mrs. Hemans. As half in shade and half in sun Howell, from Horace. When the crab's fierce constellation The sun makes music as of old H. Vaughan. With thunder speed: the angels even Draw strength from gazing on its glance, Though none its meaning fathom may:The world's unwither'd countenance Is bright as at creation's day. Goethe, (translated by Shelley.) Yet once again I greet thee, thou fair sun! Partake thy essence, and inhale thy beams! To me this earthly strife is as the night And death the morn from which, as from the grave, The sun of immortality shall rise. Thou art no lingerer in monarch's hall, Körner. Sunbeam! what gift hath the world like thee? The faith touching all things with hues of Heaven. Mrs. Hemans. |