17. "Your ancient house?" No more: I cannot see The wondrous merits of a pedigree: -Nor of a proud display Of smoky ancestors in wax and clay. GIFFORD'S Juvenal. 18. What boots it on the lineal tree to trace, Through many a branch, the founders of our race- A loose to vice, and like low villains live? GIFFORD'S Juvenal. 19. Fond man! though all the honours of your line GIFFORD'S Juvenal. 20. How shall we call those noble, who disgrace 21. Whence his name GIFFORD'S Juvenal. And lineage long, it suits me not to say; BYRON'S Childe Harold. ANGER-TEMPER-RAGE. 1. Full many mischiefs follow cruel wrath, SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 38 ANGER-TEMPER-RAGE. 2. Madness and anger differ but in this : This is short madness, that long anger is. 3. My rage is not malicious; like a spark Of fire by steel enforc'd out of a flint, It is no sooner kindled, but extinct. 4. O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world. ALEYN. GoFFE. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Anger is like A full hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. SHAKSPEARE. 6. Come not between the dragon and his wrath. SHAKSPEARE. 7. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd. 8. Those hearts that start at once into a blaze, And open all their rage, like summer storms At once discharg'd, grow cool again and calm. CONGREVE. C. JOHNSON. 9. When anger rushes unrestrain❜d to action, SAVAGE. 10. Then flash'd the living lightning from her eyes, POPE. 11. From loveless youth to unrespected age, No passion gratified, except her rage. POPE. 12. And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain. 13. Of all bad things by which mankind are curs'd, Their own bad tempers surely are the worst. COLERIDGE. CUMBERLAND'S Menander. 14. And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye; The wind was down, but still the sea ran high. BYRON'S Don Juan. 15. Patience !-Hence-that word was made 16. All furious as a favour'd child Balk'd of its wish; or, fiercer still, BYRON'S Manfred. A woman piqued, who has her will. BYRON'S Mazeppa. 17. For his was not that blind, capricious rage, BYRON'S Lara. 18. His brow was like the deep when tempest-tost. BYRON'S Vision of Judgment. 19. Foil'd, bleeding, breathless, furious to the last. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 20. The ocean lash'd to fury loud, To anger's dark and troubled sea. 21. At this she bristled up with ire— J. W. EASTBURNE. Her bosom heav'd-her eye glanc'd fire; 40 ANIMAL-BEAST - BRUTE. Those eyes, that late were bright with joy, J. T. WATSON. ANIMAL-BEAST-BRUTE. 1. But they do want the quick discerning power, And birds, of grapes the cunning shadow peck'd. 2. The subtle dog scours, with sagacious nose, Along the field, and snuffs each breeze that blows; GAY'S Rural Sports. 3. A colt, whose eyeballs flamed with ire, Elate with strength and youthful fire. 4. The lion is, beyond dispute, Allow'd the most majestic brute; 5. Had fate a kinder lot assign'd, GAY's Fables. GAY's Fables. 6. 7. 8. 9. And, like a gentleman caress'd, Had been the lady's favourite guest. The wily fox remain'd, A subtle, pilfering foe, prowling around GAY's Fables. SOMERVILE'S Chase. Of all the brutes by nature form'd, SOMERVILE'S Chase. Let cavillers deny That brutes have reason; sure 't is something more, SOMERVILE'S Chase. The snappish cur POPE. 10. The hare, timorous of heart, and hard beset THOMSON'S Seasons. 11. And, scorning all the taming arts of man, The keen hyena, fellest of the fell. THOMSON'S Seasons. 12. The lively, shining leopard, speckled o'er With many a spot, the beauty of the waste. 13. THOMSON'S Seasons. He stands at bay, And puts his last faint refuge in despair; The big round tears run down his dappled face; He groans in anguish. THOMSON'S Seasons. |