142 6. 7. CONTEMPT-SCORN. It is fine To stand upon some lofty mountain thought, Within the deep, Still chambers of the heart, a spectre dim, BAILEY'S Festus. Whose tones are like the wizard voice of Time, And holy visions that have past away, And left no shadow of their loveliness On the dead waste of life. GEORGE D. PRENTICE. CONTEMPT - SCORN. 1. Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her eyes. 2. 3. Infamous wretch ! So much below my scorn, I dare not kill thee! He hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal, universal hiss, the sound 4. Derision shall strike thee forlorn, SHAKSPEARE. DRYDEN. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. A mock'ry that never shall die; 5. Thou may'st from law, but not from scorn escape; BYRON. CHARLES SPRAGUE. 6. 7. Pardon is for men, And not for reptiles-we have none for Steno, Of life. The man, who dies by the adder's pang, BYRON'S Marino Faliero. And would'st thou turn, Like one contemn'd, to seek for more contempt! RUFUS DAWES. CONTENTMENT-DISCONTENT. 1. O! who can lead, then, a more happy life, 2. The remnant of his days he safely past, Nor found they lagg'd too slow, nor flew too fast; 3. Still falling out with this and this, And finding something still amiss; SPENSER. PRIOR. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 4. Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite MILTON'S Comus. 144 CONTENTMENT – DISCONTENT. 5. For who did ever yet, by honour, wealth, Or pleasure of the sense, Contentment find? 6. The lion crav'd the fox's art; The fox the lion's force and heart; 7. Sour discontent, that quarrels with our fate, GAY'S Fables. SIR R. BLACKMORE. 8. He, fairly looking into life's account, 9. With careless eyes he views the proud, CRABBE. Gentleman's Magazine. 10. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, BURNS. 11. And passing rich, with forty pounds a year. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 12. A country-lad is my degree, And few there are that ken me, O; I'm welcome to my Nannie, O. BURNS. 13. We heeded not the cold blast, nor the winter's icy air, For we found our climate in the heart, and it was summer there. 14. The feeling of sadness and longing, As the mist resembles rain. J. R. DRAKE. H. W. LONGFELLOW. 15. O! dear is my cottage, unclouded by sorrow, 16. "Tis said that frail, inconstant man, Is ne'er content with what he is : S. RICHARDS. J. T. WATSON. SHAKSPEARE. CONVERSATION-LOQUACITY, &c. 1. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath? 2. O, he's as tedious As a tir'd horse, a railing wife; SHAKSPEARE. 146 3. CONVERSATION - LOQUACITY, Since brevity's the soul of wit, &c. And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes- SHAKSPEARE. 4. A flourish! trumpets!-strike alarums-drums! Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail 5. Few words shall fit the trespass best, SHAKSPEARE. When no excuse can give the fault amending. SHAKSPEARE. 6. Their copious stories, oftentimes begun, End without audience and are never done. SHAKSPEARE. 7. As 't is a greater mystery, in the art 8. For brevity is very good, When we are, or are not, understood. 9. But still his tongue ran on, the less 10. I never, with important air, In conversation overbear; BUTLER. BUTLER'S Hudibras. BUTLER'S Hudibras. My tongue within my lips I rein, 11. But fools, to talking ever prone, Are sure to make their follies known. GAY'S Fables. GAY'S Fables. |