Take back the sigh thy lips of art Take back the vows that, night and day, Moore. Moore. I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness, Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption Inhabits our frail blood. She hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here. Shaks. King Lear. If she must teem, Shaks. Twelfth Night. Create her child of spleen, that it may live, Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand Shaks. Lear. This was the most unkindest cut of all: And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Pr'ythee, lead me in: There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 't is the king's; my robe, I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Shaks. As you like it. I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Is the world's soul; and just of the same piece Shaks. Timon of Athens. I am rapt, and cannot I served thee fifteen hard campaigns, And pitch'd thy standards in these foreign fields; Dryden's Don Sebastian. If there be a crime They that do pull down churches, and deface He will examine if those accidents Of deeper dye than all the guilty train Will ye not take the blessings given, The cup of joy, the mine of wealth- Walk from the cradle to the grave, Enjoying, boasting, and forget To thank the gracious God who gave ? Eliza Cook's Poems. INJURIES. If light wrongs touch me not, No more shall great; if not a few, not many: Not fortune's self, When she encounters virtue, but comes off sounds As is the lic, or common words of spite, If undeservedly, and he not guilty? The purpose of an injury;-'t is to vex Jonson's New Inn. Wilkins's Miseries of Enforced Marriage. I have learn'd to endure, I have hugg'd my des pair, I scourge back the madness that else would On my brain falls the drop after drop, yet I bear To take exception at these things. He laugh'd With aspen boughs, and flowers, and fennel gay; at me! He broke a jest! a third took place of me! With broken tea-cups, wisely kept for show, And news much older than their ale went round. Souls of poets dead and gone, What elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? INNOCENCE. What I did I did in honour, O innocence, the sacred amulet 'Gainst all the poisons of infirmity, Of all misfortunes, injury and death! That makes a man in tune still in himself; Led by the impartial conduct of my soul; Shaks. Henry VIII. I humbly thank your highness: And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most thoroughly to be winnow'd where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder: for I know, There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, Than I myself, poor man. I have mark'd No strife, nor no sedition in his powers; No motion in his will against his reason; No thought 'gainst thought— But all parts in him friendly and secure. Chapman's Byron's Conspiracy. Part I I hope no other hope; who bears a spotless breast, Doth want no comfort else, howe'er distrest. Dauborne's Poor Man's Comfort. How the innocent, ` As in a gentle slumber, pass away! All your attempts Massinger. Shall fall on me, like brittle shafts on armour, That break themselves; or like waves against a rock, Shaks. Henry VIII. That leave no sign of their ridiculous fury A thousand blushing apparitions start Shaks. Much ado about Nothing. Shaks. Winter's Tale. Innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience. A just man cannot fear; Misfortune may benight the wicked; she 'Tis modesty in sin to practise ev'ry Shaks. Winter's Tale. But creatures free from guilt affect the sun, Not, though the malice of traducing tongues, cence. Sir W. Davenant's Cruel Brother Since still my duty did my actions steer, I'll not disguise my innocence by fear; Lest I the saving of my life repent: I'll rather bear, than merit punishment. Earl of Orrery's Mustapha I'll rather to a punishment submit, Than to the guilt of what may merit it. Earl of Orrery's Tryphon. Heaven may awhile correct the virtuous, Yet it will wipe their eyes again, and make Their faces whiter with their tears. Innocence Conceal'd is the stol'n pleasure of the gods, Which never ends in shame, as that of men Doth oftentimes do; but like the sun breaks forth, When it hath gratified another world; And to our unexpecting eyes appears More glorious through its late obscurity. John Fountain's Rewards of Virtue. So pray'd they innocent, and to their thoughts Firm peace recover'd soon and wonted calm. Milton's Paradise Lost. Only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith, 'Midst summer's plenty, thinks of winter's want, By constant journeys careful to prepare Her stores; and bring home the corny ear; By what instruction does she bite the grain, Lest hid in earth, and taking root again, Milton's Paradise Lost. It might elude the foresight of her care? Distinct in either insects' deed appear The marks of thought, contrivance, hope, and fear. Prior's Soloman. There is no courage but in innocence; Southern's Fate of Capua. I am arm'd with innocence, Less penetrable than the steel-ribb'd coats That harness round thy warriors. Madden's Themistocles. Against the head which innocence secures, Insidious malice aims her darts in vain; Turn'd backwards by the pow'rful breath of heav'n. Dr. Johnson's Irene. Her manners by the world refined, Left all the taint of modish vice behind, And made each charm of polish'd courts agree With candid truth's simplicity, And uncorrupted innocence. Evil like us they shun, and covet good; Pope. Mrs. Hale's Constantia |