AGE. Thus aged men, full loth and slow, And count their youthful follies o'er, SIR W. SCOTT. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE. But grant, the virtues of a temp'rate prime DR. S. JOHNSON. Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; And life's latest sands are its sands of gold! To the "Bouquet Club." J. C. R. DORR. The spring, like youth, fresh blossoms doth produce, So Age a mature mellowness doth set SIR J. DENHAM. My May of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; I must not look to have; but, in their stead, What is the worst of woes that wait on age? Childe Harold, Canto II. His silver hairs Will purchase us a good opinion, LORD BYRON, And buy men's voices to commend our deeds; Julius Cæsar, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. As you are old and reverend, you should be wise. King Lear, Act i. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE. So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Gathered, not harshly plucked for death mature. MILTON. AIR. DUNCAN. This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. BANQUO. The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate. Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 6. SHAKESPEARE. Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs Whispered it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub. Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII. MILTON. HAMLET. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. HORATIO. It is a nipping and an eager air. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE. The parching air Burns frore, and cold performs the effect of fire. Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON. Drew audience and attention still as night Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON. As one who long in populous city pent, Paradise Lost, Bk. IX. MILTON. Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air. Gotham, Bk. II. C. CHURCHILL. AMBITION. Ambition is our idol, on whose wings The Loyal Brother, Act i. Sc. 1. T. SOUTHERNE. To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. Paradise Lost, Bk. I. MILTON. Rather than be less Cared not to be at all. Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON. Lowliness is young ambition's ladder, SHAKESPEARE. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent; but only Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE. But wild ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land. Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. I. J. DRYDEN. Ambition's monstrous stomach does increase SIR W. DAVENANT. But see how oft ambition's aims are crossed, And chiefs contend 'til all the prize is lost! Rape of the Lock, Canto V. A. POPE. O, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise, Essay on Man, Epistle IV. A. POPE. The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. Hamlet, Act ii. S. 2. SHAKESPEARE. Why then doth flesh, a bubble-glass of breath, Ruins of Time. E. SPENSER. Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise A. POPE. ANGEL. In this dim world of clouding cares, Ballad of Babe Christabel. Around our pillows golden ladders rise, And up and down the skies, With winged sandals shod, G. MASSEY. The angels come, and go, the Messengers of God! We walk as heretofore, Adown their shining ranks, but see them nevermore. Hymn to the Beautiful. R. H. STODDARD. For God will deign To visit oft the dwellings of just men Paradise Lost, Bk. VII. But sad as angels for the good man's sin, The Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II. MILTON. T. CAMPBELL. What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between. The Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II. T. CAMPBELL. ANGER. Anger is like A full-hot horse; who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him. King Henry VIII., Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. Being once chafed, he cannot Be reined again to temperance; then he speaks Coriolanus, Act iii. Sc. 3. I am very sorry, good Horatio, That to Laertes I forgot myself, SHAKESPEARE. But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion. Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. Senseless, and deformed, The Seasons: Spring. Be advised; J. THOMSON. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot King Henry VIII., Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. Never anger made good guard for itself. Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. Sc. 1. ANGLING. All 's fish they get That cometh to net. SHAKESPEARE. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. T. TUSSER. In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade, Now is the time, A. POPE. While yet the dark-brown water aids the guile, J. THOMSON. Just in the dubious point, where with the pool. There throw, nice judging, the delusive fly; J. THOMSON. |