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I wish'd myself a man,

Or that we women had men's privilege
Of speaking first.

TROIL. AND CRESS. iii. 2.

FRAID! why should I be afraid? John! My own John! Mamma, he is my own.' And she put out her arms to him, as though calling him to come to her. Things were now very bad with John Eames,-so bad that he would have given a considerable lump out of Lord de Guest's legacy to be able to escape at once into the street. The power of a woman, when she chooses to use it recklessly, is for the moment almost unbounded.

ANTHONY TROLLOPE.

RUN when you will, the story shall be changed;
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed,
When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM ii. I.

MARCH

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion.

TROIL. AND CRESS. iii. 3.

SOLOMON

saith there is no New Thing upon the Earth. So that as Plato had an Imagination; that all Knowledge was but Remembrance; so Solomon giveth his Sentence; That all Novelty is but Oblivion. Whereby you may see, that the River of Lethe runneth as well above Ground, as below.

BACON.

TRUTH fails not; but her outward forms that bear
The longest date do melt like frosty rime,
That in the morning whitened hill and plain
And is no more; drop like the tower sublime
Of yesterday, which royally did wear

His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain
Some casual shout that broke the silent air,
Or the unimaginable touch of Time.

WORDSWORTH.

Who were below him

He used as creatures of another place;

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,

Making them proud of his humility.

ALL'S WELL i. 2.

T is almost a definition of a gentleman to say

IT

that he is one who never inflicts pain. He has his eyes on all his company; he is tender towards the bashful, gentle towards the distant, and merciful towards the absurd. He can recollect to whom he is speaking; he guards against unseasonable allusions, or topics which may irritate; he is seldom prominent in conversation, and never wearisome. . . . He is never mean or little in his disputes, never takes unfair advantage, never mistakes personalities or sharp sayings for arguments, or insinuates evil which he dare not say out.

CARDINAL NEWMAN.

Look who that is most virtuous alway,
Prive and apert, and most entendeth aye
To do the gentle dedës that he can,
And take him for the greatest gentleman.

CHAUCER.

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

THE

ROMEO AND JULIET iv. 4.

HE beauteous virgin! how ignorantly did she charm, how carelessly excel! O Death! thou hast right to the bold, to the ambitious, to the high, and to the haughty; but why this cruelty to the humble, to the meek, to the undiscerning, to the thoughtless? Nor age, nor business, nor distress, can erase the dear image from my imagination. In the same week, I saw her dressed for a ball, and in a shroud. How ill did the habit of death become the pretty trifler! I still behold the smiling earth

STEELE.

LOVE, what ailed thee to leave life that was made lovely, we thought, with love?

What sweet visions of sleep lured thee away, down from the light above?

What strange faces of dreams, voices that called, hands that were raised to wave,

Lured or led thee, alas! out of the sun, down to the sunless grave?

SWINBURNE.