Sweet are the uses of adversity,

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;

And this our life, exempt from public haunt,

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

49

Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. L

Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels,
Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends,
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away

Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye.

50

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc.1.

Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope- to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost;
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a ripening, - nips his root,
And then he falls as I do.

51

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;
And, from that full meridian of my glory,

I haste now to my setting. I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.

52

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I am not now in fortune's power:

He that is down, can fall no lower. 53

Butler: Hudibras. Part I. Canto iii. Line 877.

I have not quailed to danger's brow
When high and happy - need I now?
54
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast,
Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so,"
Utter'd by friends, those prophets of the past,
Who, 'stead of saying what you now should do,
Own they foresaw that you would fall at last,
And solace your slight lapse 'gainst "bonos mores,”
With a long memorandum of old stories.

Byron: Giaour. Line 1035

55

Byron: Don Juan. Canto xiv. St. 50.

The good are better made by ill,

As odors crush'd are better still.

56

Rogers: Jacqueline. St. 3.

And fellow-countrymen have stood aloof

In aught that tries the heart, how few withstand the proof!' Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto ii. S. 66.

57

ADVICE.

Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues.

58

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Give thy thoughts no tongue,

Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel:
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.

59

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3

I shall the effect of this good lesson keep
As watchman to my heart.

60

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

61

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

Love all, trust a few,

Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech.

62

Shaks.: All's Well. Act i. Sc. 1.

A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity,
We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry;

But were we burthen'd with like weight of pain,

As much, or more, we should ourselves complain. 63

Shaks.: Com. of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1

I pray thee, cease thy counsel

Which falls into mine ears as profitless

As water in a sieve.

64

Know when to speak

Shaks.: Much Ado. Act v. Sc. 1. for many times it brings Danger, to give the best advice to kings. 65

Herrick: Aph. Caution in Council.

The worst men often give the best advice.

66

Bailey: Festus. Sc. A Village Feast.

1 Alluding to the wreckers of Cornwall,

AFFECTATION.

Maids, in modesty, say "No" to that

Which they would have the profferer construe, “ Ay.”
Fie, fie; how wayward is this foolish love,

That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod !

67

Shaks.: Two Gent. of V. Act i. Sc. 2.

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,
Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show.
68

Pope: R. of the Lock. Canto iv. Line 31.

In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation; 'tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

69

Cowper: Task. Bk. ii. Line 415.

AFFECTION -see Friendship, Love.
Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.

70

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Affection is a coal that must be cool'd, Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire. 71

Shaks.: Venus and A. Line 387.

Excellent wretch! perdition catch my soul
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not
Chaos is come again.

72

Shaks.: Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3

Some feelings are to mortals given,
With less of earth in them than heaven;
And if there be a human tear

From passion's dross refined and clear,

A tear so limpid and so meek,

It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head.

73

Scott: Lady of the Lake. Canto ii. St. 22.

Years have not seen - time shall not see The hour that tears my soul from thee. 74

Byron Bride of Ab. Canto i. St. 11

AFFLICTION -see Adversity.

Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.

75

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

We bleed, we tremble, we forget, we smile The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry. 76

Young: Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 511.

Affliction is the good man's shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;

As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
77

Young: Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 406.

He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:

A sadder and a wiser man

He rose the morrow morn.

78

AFFRONTS.

Coleridge: Ancient Mariner. Pt. vii. Last St

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.

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
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee

Settling on the sick flowers, and then again
Instantly on the wing.

81

Bryant: Summer Wind

Shaks.: Much Ado. Act iii. Sc. 5

Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine,
Nor age so eat up my invention,

Nor fortune made such havoc of my means,
Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
But they shall find, awaked in such a kind,
Both strength of limb, and policy of mind,
Ability of means, and choice of friends,
To quit me of them thoroughly.
83

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, — his judgment rul'd our hands.

84

Shaks Jul. Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Manhood, when verging into age, grows thoughtful.
Capel Loft's Aphorisms. Published in 1812

85

Full of wise saws and modern instances.

Shak.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

86 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

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

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
Where most she satisfies.

90

Shaks Ant. and Cleo. Act ii. Sc. z You are old;

Nature in you stands on the very verge

Of her confine.

91

Shaks.: King Lear. Act. Sc. 4.

An old man, broken with the storms of State,

Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!

92

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Of no distemper, of no blast he died,

Dryden Edipus. Act iv. Sc. I

But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long,
Even wondered at because he dropt no sooner;
Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years;
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more,
Till, like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
93
Shall our pale, wither'd hands, be still stretch'd out;
Trembling, at once, with eagerness and age?
With av'rice and convulsions, grasping hard?
Grasping at air; for what hath earth beside?
Man wants but little; nor that little long;
How soon must he resign his very dust,
Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!

94

Young: Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line li