Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill, Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage: 96 Young: Night Thoughts. Night v Line 661 We see time's furrows on another's brow. How few themselves in that just mirror see! 97 Young: Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 627. O, sir! I must not tell my age. 98 An age that melts with unperceived decay, Dr. Johnson: Vanity of H. W. Line 293. What is the worst of woes that wait on age? 101 AGGRESSION. Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto ii. St. 98. You take my house, when you do take the prop Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. - see Promptitude. A willing heart adds feather to the heel, 103 ALARM. Joanna Baillie: De Monfort. Act iii. Sc. 2. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley, 104 Shaks.: Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3. ALEXANDRINE. A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. Pope: E. on Criticism. Part ii. Line 156 105 AMAZEMENT —see Astonishment, Surprise. In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. They spake not a word; AMBER. Shaks.: Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7. Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! But wonder how the devil they got there. 109 AMBITION Pope: Epis. to Arbuthnot. Line 169. see Fame, Glory, Pride. Fain would I climb, but that I fear to fall. 110 Sir Walter Raleigh: Written in a Window. By that sin fell the angels: how can man then, 111 Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2 I have ventur'd Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, But far beyond my depth; my high-blown pride Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. 112 Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. 113 Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only 114 Shaks.: Macbeth. Acti. Sc. 7. Lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber upward turns his face; 115 Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Shaks.: Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3. They that stand high, have many blasts to shake them; 117 Jean Ingelow: A Snow Mountain Ambition has but one reward for all: William Winter: Queen's Domain Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. i. Line 262. But what will not Ambition and Revenge To basest things. Revenge, at first though sweet, Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. ix. Line 168. 120 Gay: Pt. ii. Fable 15. Ambition is an idol, on whose wings Southerne: Loyal Brothers. The fiery soul abhorr'd in Catiline, Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. ii. Line 199 124 Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 74 The true ambition there alone resides, Where justice vindicates, and wisdom guides; Where inward dignity joins outward state, Our purpose good, as our achievement great; Where public blessings, public praise attend, Where glory is our motive, not our end: Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, 126 Young: Night Thoughts. Night vii. Line 355. The seals of office glitter in his eyes; He climbs, he pants, he grasps them. Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends, And with a dext'rous jerk soon twists him down, He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 45. To th' expanded and aspiring soul, To be but still the thing it long has been, 131 Joanna Baillie: Ethwald. Act v. Sc. 5. Poor lost America, high honors missing, Knows nought of Smile and Nod, and sweet Hand-kissing; ANCESTRY - see Pedigree. The sap which at the root is bred In trees, through all the boughs is spread; Waller: To Zelinda. Nobler is a limited command Given by the love of all your native land, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark. 135 Dryden: Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. i. Line 299. Nor does it follow, 'cause a herald Can make a gentleman scarce a year old, To be descended of a race Of ancient kings in a small space, 136 138 ANGELS. Young: Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 123 Heaven bless thee! Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on; 139 Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. 140 Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. iii. Line 66. We walk as heretofore, Adown their shining ranks, but see them nevermore. 141 Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh! leave the light of hope behind! 142 Campbell: Pl. of Hope. Pt. ii. Line 375. ANGER-see Passion, Rage, Temper. 143 Shaks.: Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 2 |