Adversity.

Crabbe.

IN this wild world the fondest and the best
Are the most tried, most troubled, and distress'd.
Adversity. Thomson.

YE good distress'd!
Ye noble few! who here unbending stand
Beneath Life's pressure, yet bear up awhile,
And what your bounded view, which only saw
A little part, deem'd evil, is no more;
The storms of wintry Time will quickly pass,
And one unbounded Spring encircle all.

Adversity. — Byron.

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THOUSAND years scarce serve to form a State;
An hour may lay it in the dust; and when
Can Man its shatter'd splendour renovate,

Recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?

Adversity. Lord Greville.

ASK the Man of Adversity, how other men act towards him: ask those others, how he acts towards them. Adversity is the true touchstone of Merit in both; happy if it does not produce the dishonesty of Meanness in one, and that of Insolence and Pride in the other.

Adversity. — Shakspeare.

SWEET are the uses of Adversity;

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.

Adversity. — Addison.

THE Gods in bount work up Storms about us,
That give Manki occasion to exert

Their hidden Strength, and throw out into practice.
Virtues that shun the day, and lie conceal'd
In the smooth seasons and the calms of Life.

Adversity. Young.

AFFLICTION is the good Man's shining scene:
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;

As Night to Stars, Woe lustre gives to Man.
Advice. - Von Knebel.

HE who can take Advice, is sometimes superior to him who can give it.

Affability. From the French.
AFFABILITY in a Prince is the magnet of Truth.

Afectation. — Cowper.

IN Man or Woman, but far most in Man,
And most of all in Man that ministers
And serves the Altar, in my Soul I loathe
All Affectation. 'Tis my perfect Scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.

Affectation. — From the French.

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E are never rendered so ridiculous by Qualities which we possess, as by those which we aim at, or affect to have.

Affectation. — Saville.

I WILL not call Vanity and Affectation twins, because, more properly, Vanity is the Mother, and Affectation is the darling Daughter; Vanity is the Sin, and Affectation is the Punishment; the first may be called the Root of Self-love, the other the Fruit. Vanity is never at its full growth, till it spreadeth into Affectation; and then it is complete.

Affectation. St. Evremond.

AFFECTATION is a greater enemy to the Face than the smallAffectation. — Goldsmith.

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THE unaffected of every Country nearly resemble each other, and a page of our Confucius and your Tillotson have scarce any material difference. Paltry Affectation, strained Allusions, and disgusting Finery, are easily attained by those who choose to wear them; they are but too frequently the badges of Ignorance, or of Stupidity, whenever it would endeavour to please.

Affection.-Shakspeare.

UNREASONABLE Creatures feed their young:

And though Man's face be fearful to their eyes,
Yet, in Protection of their tender ones,
Who hath not seen them (even with those wings
Which sometimes they have used with fearful flight)
Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
Offering their own lives in their young's defence?

Affection. — Rogers.
GENEROUS as brave,

Affection, Kindness, the sweet offices

Of Love and Duty, were to him as needful
As his daily bread.

Affection. Shakspeare.

I HAVE given suck: and know
How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me.
Affection. — Anon.

IN the Intercourse of social Life, it is by little acts of watchful Kindness, recurring daily and hourly, and opportunities of doing Kindnesses, if sought for, are for ever starting up,—it is by Words, by Tones, by Gestures, by Looks, that Affection is won and preserved. He who neglects these trifles, yet boasts that, whenever a great sacrifice is called for, he shall be ready to make it, will rarely be loved. The likelihood is, he will not make it: and if he does, it will be much rather for his own sake, than for his Neighbour's.

Affection. Shakspeare.
THE poor Wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the Owl.

Affection. — Shakspeare.

A GRANDAM's name is little less in Love
Than is the doting title of a Mother.
They are as Children, but one step below.
Age. - Shakspeare.

O, SIR, you are old;
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine; you should be ruled and led
By some discretion, that discerns your state
Better than you yourself.

Age. — Shakspeare.
THE aim of all is but to nurse the Life

With Honour, Wealth and Ease, in waning Age:
And in this aim there is such thwarting strife,
That one for all, or all for one we gage:
As Life for Honour in fell Battles rage,
Honour for Wealth, and oft that Wealth doth cost
The death of all, and altogether lost.

So that in vent'ring all, we leave to be

The things we are for that which we expect:
And this ambitious foul Infirmity,
In having much, torments us with defect
Of that we have: so then we do neglect
The thing we have, and all for want of Wit,
Make something nothing by augmenting it.

Ambition. — Shakspeare.
I HAVE ventur'd,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a Sea of Glory:
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown Pride
At length broke under me; and now has left me,
Weary, and old with service, to the mercy

Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.

Ambition. Byron.
BUT quiet to quick bosoms is a Hell,

And there hath been thy bane; there is a Fire
And motion of the Soul which will not dwell
In its own narrow Being, but aspire
Beyond the fitting medium of Desire;
And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore,
Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire
Of aught but rest; a Fever at the core,
Fatal to him. who bears, to all who ever bore.
This makes the Madmen who have made men måd
By their contagion; Conquerors and Kings,
Founders of Sects and Systems, to whom add
Sophists, Bards, Statesmen, all unquiet Things
Which stir too strongly the Soul's secret Springs,
And are themselves the Fools to those they fool;
Envied, yet how unenviable! what stings
Are theirs! One breast laid open were a School
Which would unteach Mankind the Lust to shine or rule.

Ambition. — Shakspeare.

DREAMS, indeed, are Ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a Dream. And I hold Ambition of so airy and light a quality, that it is but a shadow's shadow.

Ambition. — La Bruyere.

A SLAVE has but one Master, the ambitious Man has as many Masters as there are persons whose aid may contribute to the advancement of his Fortune.

Amusements. — Burton.

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ET the World have their May-games, Wakes, Whitsunales; their Dancings and Concerts; their Puppet-shows, Hobbyhorses, Tabors, Bagpipes, Balls, Barley-breaks, and whatever sports and recreations please them best, provided they be followed with discretion.

Anathema.

Shakspeare.

IF she must teem,
Create her child of Spleen, that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her!
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of Youth;
With cadent tears fret channels in her Cheeks;
Turn all her Mother's pains, and benefits,
To laughter and contempt; that she may feel,
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child!

Anathema. — Shakspeare.

O VILLAINS, Vipers, damn'd without redemption;
Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man;

Snakes in my heart-blood warm'd, that sting my heart;
Three Judasses, each one thrice worse than Judas!

Anatomy. Melancthon.

IT is shameful for Man to rest in ignorance of the structure of his own Body, especially when the knowledge of it mainly conduces to his welfare, and directs his application of his own Powers.

Ancestry. — Colton.

IT is with Antiquity as with Ancestry, Nations are proud of the one, and Individuals of the other; but if they are nothing in themselves, that which is their pride ought to be their humiliation.

Ancestry.

Who finds within me a nobility,
That spurns the idle pratings of the great,
And their mean boast of what their fathers were,
While they themselves are fools effeminate,
The scorn of all who know the worth of mind
And virtue.

Percival.

I AM one,

Ancestry. - Daniel Webster.

THERE may be, and there often is, indeed a regard for ancestry, which nourishes only a weak pride; as there is also a care for posterity, which only disguises an habitual avarice, or hides the workings of a low and grovelling vanity. But there is also a moral and philosophical respect for our ancestors, which ele vates the character and improves the heart.

Anger. — Shakspeare.

MUST I give way and room to your rash Choler?
Shall I be frighted, when a Madman stares?