GRATITUDE-INGRATITUDE.

1. I hate ingratitude more in a man

Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

SHAKSPEARE.

2. The private wound is deepest. O time most curst! 'Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst!

3. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is, To have a thankless child!

SHAKSPEARE.

4.

A grateful mind

SHAKSPEARE.

By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
Indebted and discharg'd.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

5. What can I pay thee for this noble usage,
But grateful praise? so heaven itself is paid!

6. To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's eyes.

ROWE.

GRAY'S Elegy.

7. He that has nature in him must be grateful;
"T is the Creator's primary great law,
That links the chain of beings to each other.

To the generous mind

MADDEN.

8.

The heaviest debt is that of gratitude,
When 't is not in our power to repay

it.

FRANKLIN.

9.

If there be a crime

Of deeper die than all the guilty train
Of human vices, 't is ingratitude.

BROOKE.

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10. All should unite to punish the ungrateful;

Ingratitude is treason to mankind.

11. Pride may cool what passion heated,
Time will tame the wayward will;
But the heart in friendship cheated
Throbs with woe's more maddening thrill.

12. O, colder than the wind that freezes

Founts, that but now in sunshine play'd,
Is that congealing pang which seizes
The trusting bosom when betray'd.

THOMSON.

BYRON.

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

13. And you, my dearest friend! how shall I thank you? What shall I do, to show my grateful heart?

1. Let Hercules himself do what he
The cat will mew, the dog will have his day.

may:

SHAKSPEARE.

2. What great ones do, the less will prattle of.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Small curs are not regarded when they grin; But great men tremble, when the lion roars.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword.

5. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye!

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

6. Authority intoxicates

And makes mere sots of magistrates;
The fumes of it invade the brain,
And make them giddy, proud, and vain;
By this the fool commands the wise;
The noble with the base complies;
The sot assumes the rule of wit;
And cowards make the brave submit.

7. This leader was of knowledge great
Either for charge or for retreat;
He knew when to fall on, pell mell,
To fall back and retreat as well.

BUTLER.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

POPE.

8. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

9. A knight of high renown: Not Quixote bold,
Nor Amadis of Gaul, nor Hudibras,
Mirror of knighthood, e'er could vie with thee.

10. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form,

SOMERVILE.

Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm;
Tho' round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

11. He left a name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral or adorn a tale.

12. A despot, big with power obtain'd by wealth, And that obtain❜d by rapine and by stealth.

13.

What is station high?

"T is a proud mendicant: it boasts and begs;
It begs an alms of homage from the throng,
And oft the throng denies its charity.

GOLDSMITH.

DR. JOHNSON.

CowPER.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

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GREATNESS - POWER.

14. Earth's highest station ends in "here he lies," And "dust to dust" concludes her noblest song. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

15. O greatness! thou art but a flattering dream, A watery bubble, lighter than the air.

16. Power! 't is the favourite attribute of gods, Who look with smiles on men who can aspire To copy them.

17. To reign is pleasant, tho' it be in hell;

Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.

TRACY.

MARTYN.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

18. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind;
Or, ravish'd with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell damn'd to everlasting fame.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

19. He, who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find

20.

Their loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;

He, who surpasses or subdues mankind,

Must look down on the hate of those below.

Tho' far above the sun of glory glow,

And far beneath the earth and ocean spread,
Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow
Contending tempests on his naked head.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

-Leonidas, and Washington,

Whose every battle-field is holy ground,

Which breathes of nations sav'd, not worlds undone ;
How sweetly on the ear such echoes sound!

While the mere victors may appal or stun
The servile and the vain, such names will be
A watchword, till the Future shall be free.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

21.

The greatest chief,
That ever peopled hell with heroes slain,
Or plung❜d a province or a realm in grief.

22. Where may the wearied eye repose,
When gazing on the great,
Where neither guilty glory glows,
Nor despicable state?

BYRON'S Don Juan.

Yes-one-the first,-the last, the best,-
The Cincinnatus of the West,

Whom envy dar'd not hate

Bequeath'd the name of Washington,
To make men blush there was but one.

BYRON.

23. Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones, Whose table, earth-whose dice were human bones. BYRON'S Age of Bronze.

24. While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven,
Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven;
Or drawing from the no less kindled earth
Freedom and peace to that which boasts his birth;
While Washington's a watchword, such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.

BYRON'S Age of Bronze. 25. And that odd impulse, which, in wars or creeds, Makes men, like cattle, follow him who leads.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

26. For the life of a Fox, of a Chatham the death,

What censure, what danger, what woe would I brave! Their lives did not end when they yielded their breath, Their glory illumines the gloom of the grave.

27. They speak in characters that never die, The human greatness of an age gone by.

BYRON.

W. C. LODGE.