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KINGS-Five Special Cares of.
A king must have a special care of five things, if he would not have his crown to be but to him "unhappy felicity:"-1. That "pretended holiness" be not in the church, for that is twofold iniquity; 2. That "useless equity" sit not in the chancery, for that is "foolish pity;" 3. That "useless iniquity" keep not the exchequer, for that is a cruel robbery; 4. That "faithful rashness" be not his general, for that will bring, but too late, repentance; 5. That "faithless prudence" be not his secretary, for that is a snake beneath the green grass. Bacon.
It is the misfortune of kings, that they scarcely ever do that good that they have a mind to do; and through surprise, and the insinuations of flatterers, they often do that mischief they never intended. Telemachus.
O diadem, thou centre of ambition,
What's all the gaudy glitter of a crown?
O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
The gods have for themselves alone reserved A quiet state: kings are their stewards here, Intrusted with the conquest of the world; And, like good, careful servants, must submit Their single profit to the general welfare.
A king that would not feel his crown too heavy for him, must wear it every day; but if he think it too light, he knoweth not of
what metal it is made.
A sovereign's great example forms a people;
The faults kings do Shine like the fiery beacons on a hill, For all to see, and seeing tremble at. It's not a single ill which you commit; What in the subject is a petty fault, Monsters your actions, and's a foul offence: You give your subjects license to offend When you do teach them how.
The vulgar call us gods, and fondly think That kings are cast in more than mortal moulds :
Alas! they little know that when the mind
A viper's tooth. O blissful poverty!
Wherefore pay you This adoration to a sinful creature? I'm flesh and blood, as you are; sensible Of heat and cold; as much a slave unto The tyranny of my passions, as the meanest Of my poor subjects. The proud attributes By oil'd-tongue flattery imposed upon us, As sacred, glorious, high, invincible, The deputy of Heaven, and in that Omnipotent with all false titles else, Coin'd to abuse our frailty, though compounded,
And by the breath of sycophants applied,
Cure not the least fit of an ague in us.
As are beneath us; and with this puff'd-up
But pageant properties, derides our weakness: The greatest blessing Heaven bestows on
Them inconstant: if bewray secrets, who
Nay, sometimes weak ones too.
Who kneel before the image, not the god,
And seldom found amongst these wilds of
A good, a worthy king! Hear me, my Tancred,
He loved his people, deem'd them all his
The good exalted, and depress'd the bad;
Their smooth advice, that only means them-
Their schemes to aggrandize him into baseness;
Princes have but their titles for their glories,
They often feel a world of restless cares:
Misery of princes,
That must of force be censured by their slaves!
When those whom Heaven distinguishes o'er millions,
Profusely gives them honours, riches, power, Whate'er the expanded heart can wish; when they,
Accepting the reward, neglect the duty,
Kings, like Heaven's eye, should spread their Who strikes at sov'reign power, had need strike
Pleased to be seen while glory's race they run;
KINGS-Best Praise of.
If I boast of aught,
Some are born kings,
Made up of three parts fire; so full of heaven,
Show wond'ring nations what a monarch
Kings' titles generally begin by force,
The thoughts of princes dwell in sacred privacy,
Sweet were his kisses on my balmy lips,
I whispered to Fritz (a touring companion) how I had always understood it was the proper thing in this country (Iceland) for ladies who had been good enough to entertain travellers departing on a journey to kiss the them, little imagining he would take me at my word. Guess my horror when I saw him, with an intrepidity I envied, but dared not imitate, first embrace the mamma by way of prelude, and then proceed, in the most natural way possible, to make the same tender advances to the daughter. I was dumb with consternation; the room swam before me; I expected we should next minute be packed, neck and crop,
into the street, and that the young lady would have gone off into hysterics. It turned out, however, that such was the very last thing she was thinking of doing. With a simple frankness that became her more than all the boarding-school graces in the world, her eyes dancing with mischief and good humour, she met bim half way, and pouting out two rosy lips, gave him as hearty a kiss as ever it might be the good fortune of one of us hecreatures to receive. From that moment I determined to conform to the customs of the inhabitants. Lord Dufferin.
A kiss fairly electrifies you; it warms your blood, and sets your heart a-beating like a brass drum, and makes your eyes twinkle like stars in a frosty night. It ain't a thing ever to be forgot. No language can express it, no letters will give the sound. Then, what in natur' is equal to the flavour of it? What an aroma it has! How spiritual it is! It ain't gross, for you can't feed on it; it don't cloy, for the palate ain't required to test its taste. It is neither visible, nor tangible, nor portable, nor transferable. It is not a substance, nor a liquid, nor a vapour. It has neither colour nor form; imagination can't conceive it. It can't be imitated or forged. It is confined to no clime or country, but is ubiquitous. It is dis
embodied when completed, but is instantly reproduced, and so is immortal. It is as old as the creation, and yet is as young and fresh as ever. It pre-existed, still exists, and always will exist. It pervades all nature. The breeze, as it passes, kisses the rose, and the pendant vine stoops down and hides with its tendrils its blushes, as it kisses the limpid stream that waits in an eddy to meet it, and raises its tiny waves, like anxious lips, to receive it. Depend upon it Eve learned it in Paradise, and was taught its beauties, virtues, and varieties by an angel, there is something so transcendent in it. How it is adapted to all circumstances! There is the kiss of welcome and of parting; the long, lingering, loving, present one; the stolen, or the mutual one; the kiss of love, of joy, and of sorrow; the seal of promise, and the receipt of fulfilment. Is it strange, therefore, that a woman is invincible, whose armoury consists of kisses, smiles, sighs, and tears?
I swear, I love you with my first virgin fondness;
Whene'er you touch me with your melting hand;
Tenderest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snowdrop, virgin bliss.
Speaking silence, dumb confession,
Passion's birth, and infants' play,
When lingering lips no more must join:
KISSING & Mysterious Virtue.
What's in a kiss? Really, when people come to reflect upon the matter calmly, what ean they see in a kiss? The lips pout slightly and touch the cheek softly, and then they just part, and the job is complete. There is a kiss in the abstract! View it in the abstract! -take it as it stands !-look at it philosophically! What is there in it? Millions upon millions of souls have been made happy, while millions upon millions have been plunged into misery and despair by this kissing; and yet, when you look at the character of the thing, it is simply a pouting and parting of the lips. In every grade of society there is kissing. Go where you will, to what country you will, you are perfectly sure to find kissing! There is, however, some mysterious virtue in a kiss, after all. Cockton.
His heart and hand both open, and both free; For what he has, he gives; what thinks, he shows;
Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty,
Nor dignifies an impure thought in breath:
KNOWLEDGE-Reasons for Acquiring. Men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight; sometimes for ornament and reputation, and sometimes to enable them to obtain the victory of wit and contradiction, and sometimes for lucre and possession; but seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason for the benefit and use of man, as if there were sought in knowledge a couch whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit, or a terrace for a wandering and variable mind, to walk up and down with a fair prospect, or a tower of state for a proud mind to raise itself upon, or a fort on commanding ground for strife or contention, or a shop for profit and sale, and not a rich storehouse for the glory of the Creator, and the relief of man's estate. Bacon.
Knowledge will not be acquired without pains and application. It is troublesome and deep digging for pure waters; but, when once you come to the spring, they rise up and meet Felton.
The first step to knowledge is to know that Cecil. we are ignorant.
KNOWLEDGE-derived from Antiquity.
Every generation enjoys the use of a vast hoard bequeathed to it by antiquity, and transmits that hoard, augmented by fresh acquisitions, to future ages. Macaulay.
Look, the world tempts our eye,
We map the starry sky,
We measure the sea-tides, we number the seasands:
We scrutinize the dates
We search out dead men's words, and works of dead men's hands.
He that would make a real progress in knowledge must dedicate his age as well as youth-the latter-growth as well as the firstfruits-at the altar of truth. Bishop Berkeley.