It's an owercome sooth for age an' youth,
And it brooks wi' nae denial,

That the dearest friends are the auldest friends
And the young are just on trial.

Poems: In Scots.

R. L. STEVENSON.

For friendship, of itself a holy tie, Is made more sacred by adversity. The Hind and the Panther.

J. DRYDEN.

O Friendship, flavor of flowers! O lively sprite of life!
O sacred bond of blissful peace, the stalwart staunch of

strife.

Of Friendship.

N. GRIMOALD.

FRIGHT.

I feel my sinews slacken with the fright,

And a cold sweat thrills down o'er all my limbs,
As if I were dissolving into water.

The Tempest.

J. DRYDEN.

But that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison-house,

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word

Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,

Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,

And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon must not be

To ears of flesh and blood.

Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 5.

SHAKESPEARE.

Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.

The Death of Wallenstein.

S. T. COLERIDGE.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet, fooled with hope, men favor the deceit ;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay:
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse; and, while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.

Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain.
Aureng-Zebe; or, The Great Mogul, Act iv. Sc. 1.

As though there were a tie,

And obligation to posterity.

J. DRYDEN.

We get them, bear them breed and nurse.
What has posterity done for us,

That we, lest they their rights should lose,
Should trust our necks to gripe of noose?
McFingal, Canto II.

J. TRUMBULL.

The best of prophets of the Future is the Past. Letter, Jan. 28, 1821.

GENTLEMAN.

LORD BYRON.

He is gentil that doth gentil dedis.

Canterbury Tales: The Wyf of Bathes Tale. CHAUCER.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne;

For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed

As by his manners,

Faerie Queene, Bk. VI. Canto IV.

E. SPENSER.

Tho' modest, on his unembarrassed brow
Nature had written-" Gentleman."

Don Juan, Canto IX.

LORD BYRON.

I freely told you, all the wealth I had
Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman.

Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

"I am a gentleman." I'll be sworn thou art; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon.

Twelfth Night, Act.i. Sc. 5.

SHAKESPEARE.

Nothing to blush for and nothing to hide,
Trust in his character felt far and wide;
Be he a noble, or be he in trade,

This is the gentleman Nature has made.
What is a Gentleman ?

N. L. O'DONOGHUE.

And thus he bore without abuse
The grand old name of gentleman,
Defamed by every charlatan,
And soiled with all ignoble use.

In Memoriam, CX.

A. TENNYSON.

His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. Absalom and Achitophel.

J. DRYDEN.

Graceful, tossing plume of glowing gold, Waving lonely on the rocky ledge; Leaning seaward, lovely to behold, Clinging to the high cliff's ragged edge. Seaside Goldenrod.

The aster greets us as we pass
With her faint smile.

A Day of Indian Summer.

Along the river's summer walk,
The withered tufts of asters nod;
And trembles on its arid stalk

The hoar plume of the golden-rod.

And on a ground of sombre fir,

And azure-studded juniper,

C. THAXTER.

S. H. P. WHITMAN.

The silver birch its buds of purple shows,

And scarlet berries tell where bloomed the sweet wild

rose!

Last Walk in Autumn.

J. G. WHITTIER.

FOOL.

The right to be a cussed fool

Is safe from all devices human,

It's common (ez a gin'l rule)

To every critter born of woman.

The Biglow Papers, Second Series, No. 7. J. R. LOWELL.

No creature smarts so little as a fool.

Prologue to Satires.

A. POPE..

The fool hath planted in his memory
An army of good words; and I do know
A many fools, that stand in better place,
Garnished like him, that for a tricksy word
Defy the matter.

Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 5.

SHAKESPEARE.

A limbo large and broad, since called The Paradise of fools, to few unknown. Paradise Lost, Bk. III.

Who are a little wise the best fools be. The Triple Fool.

MILTON.

J. DONNE.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Essay on Criticism, Pt. III.

In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.

The Birth of Flattery.

A. POPE.

G. CRABBE.

This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit. Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. 1.

SHAKESPEARE.

Some positive, persisting fools we know,
Who, if once wrong, will need be always so;
But you with pleasure own your errors past,
And make each day a critique on the last.
Essay on Criticism, Pt. III.

A. POPE.

R. BROWNING.

We bury love,

Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

A Boy's Poem.

Go, forget me-why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me--and to-morrow

Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
Smile-though I shall not be near thee;
Sing-though I shall never hear thee.

Song: Go, Forget Me!

Forgotten? No, we never do forget:

A. SMITH.

C. WOLFE.

We let the years go; wash them clean with tears.
Leave them to bleach out in the open day

Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,—
But we forget not, never can forget.

A Flower of a Day.

FORGIVE.

D. M. MULOCK CRAIK.

Good nature and good sense must ever join;
To err is human, to forgive divine.

Essay on Criticism, Pt. I.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong;

A. POPE.

But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. Conquest of Granada, Pt. II. Act i. Sc. 2.

Thou whom avenging powers obey,
Cancel my debt (too great to pay)
Before the sad accounting day.

On the Day of Judgment.

J. DRYDEN.

W. DILLON.