Chapter 12

A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs; The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays. _Epigraph to friendship_. R.W. EMERSON.

Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweet'ner of life! and solder of society! _The Grave_. R. BLAIR.

Friendship is the cement of two minds, As of one man the soul and body is; Of which one cannot sever but the other Suffers a needful separation. _Revenge_. G. CHAPMAN.

A friendship that like love is warm, A love like friendship steady. _How Shall I Woo_? T. MOORE.

Friendship's the image of Eternity, in which there's nothing Movable, nothing mischievous. _Endymion_. J. LILLY.

Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree; O the Joys, that came down shower-like, Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty, Ere I was old! _Youth and Age_. S.T. COLERIDGE.

'T is sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store. _Burial of the Dead_. J. KEBLE.

I praise the Frenchman,[A] his remark was shrewd, How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet. _Retirement_. W. COWPER.

[Footnote A: La Bruyère, says _Bartlett_.]

Friendship's an abstract of love's noble flame, 'Tis love refined, and purged from all its dross, 'Tis next to angel's love, if not the same. _Friendship: A Poem_. CATH. PHILLIPS.

Heaven gives us friends to bless the present scene; Resumes them, to prepare us for the next. _Night Thoughts_. DR. E. YOUNG.

A day for toil, an hour for sport, But for a friend is life too short. _Considerations by the Way_. R.W. EMERSON.

But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend; Sweet always, sweetest heard in loudest storm. Some I remember, and will ne'er forget. _Course of Time, Bk, V_. R. POLLOK.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows; One should our interests and our passions be, My friend must hate the man that injures me. _Iliad, Bk. IX_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.

Nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. _Night Thoughts. Night II_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Friendship, peculiar boon of Heaven, The noble mind's delight and pride, To men and angels only given, To all the lower world denied. _Friendship: An Ode_. DR. S. JOHNSON.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar: The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel. _Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Turn him, and see his threads: look if he be Friend to himself, that would be friend to thee: For that is first required, a man be his own; But he that's too much that is friend to none. _Underwood_. B. JONSON.

Lay this into your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best. _Duchess of Malfy_. J. WEBSTER.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. _Evangeline_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

True happiness Consists not in the multitude of friends, But in the worth and choice. _Cynthia's Revels_. B. JONSON.

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts. _Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Friendship above all ties does bind the heart; And faith in friendship is the noblest part. _King Henry V_. EARL OF ORRERY.

Be kind to my remains; and O, defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! _Epistle to Congreve_. J. DRYDEN.

O summer friendship, Whose flattering leaves, that shadowed us in Our prosperity, with the least gust drop off In the autumn of adversity. _The Maid of Honor_. P. MASSINGER.

Such is the use and noble end of friendship, To bear a part in every storm of fate. _Generous Conqueror_. B. HIGGONS.

Friendship, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame.

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'T is thus in friendships: who depend On many, rarely find a friend. _Fables: The Hare and many Friends_. J. GAY.

Like summer friends, Flies of estate and sunneshine. _The Answer_. G. HERBERT.

What the declined is He shall as soon read in the eyes of others As feel in his own fall; for men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer. _Troilus and Cressida, Act iii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves, by thumping on your back, His sense of your great merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed To pardon, or to bear it. _On Friendship_. W. COWPER.

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet,--perhaps may turn his blow; But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh! save me from the _Candid Friend_! _New Morality_. G. CANNING.

Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love. _Much Ado about Nothing, Act ii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

If I speak to thee in Friendship's name, Thou think'st I speak too coldly; If I mention Love's devoted flame, Thou say'st I speak too boldly. _How Shall I Woo_? T. MOORE.

Of all our good, of all our bad, This one thing only is of worth, We held the league of heart to heart The only purpose of the earth. _More Songs from Vagabondia: Envoy_. R. HOVEY.

It's an owercome sooth for age an' youth, And it brooks wi' nae denial, That the dearest friends are the auldest friends And the young are just on trial. _Poems: In Scots_. R.L. STEVENSON.

For friendship, of itself a holy tie, Is made more sacred by adversity. _The Hind and the Panther_. J. DRYDEN.

O Friendship, flavor of flowers! O lively sprite of life! O sacred bond of blissful peace, the stalwart staunch of strife. _Of Friendship_. N. GRIMOALD.

FRIGHT.

I feel my sinews slacken with the fright, And a cold sweat thrills down o'er all my limbs, As if I were dissolving into water. _The Tempest_. J. DRYDEN.

But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. _Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle From her propriety. _Othello, Act ii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

FUTURE.

Often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events, And in to-day already walks to-morrow. _The Death of Wallenstein_. S.T. COLERIDGE.

When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet, fooled with hope, men favor the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay: To-morrow's falser than the former day; Lies worse; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage! none would live past years again. Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain. _Aureng-Zebe; or, The Great Mogul, Act iv. Sc. 1_. J. DRYDEN.

As though there were a tie, And obligation to posterity. We get them, bear them breed and nurse. What has posterity done for us, That we, lest they their rights should lose, Should trust our necks to gripe of noose? _McFingal, Canto II_. J. TRUMBULL.

The best of prophets of the Future is the Past. _Letter, Jan. 28, 1821_. LORD BYRON.

GENTLEMAN.

He is gentil that doth gentil dedis. _Canterbury Tales: The Wyf of Bathes Tale_. CHAUCER.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne; For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed As by his manners. _Faërie Queene, Bk. VI. Canto IV_. E. SPENSER.

Tho' modest, on his unembarrassed brow Nature had written--"Gentleman." _Don Juan, Canto IX_. LORD BYRON.

I freely told you, all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman. _Merchant of Venice, Act iii, Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

"I am a gentleman." I'll be sworn thou art; Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit, Do give thee five-fold blazon. _Twelfth Night, Act i. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

Nothing to blush for and nothing to hide, Trust in his character felt far and wide; Be he a noble, or be he in trade, This is the gentleman Nature has made. _What is a Gentleman_? N.L. O'DONOGHUE.

And thus he bore without abuse The grand old name of gentleman, Defamed by every charlatan, And soiled with all ignoble use. _In Memoriam, CX_. A. TENNYSON.

His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. _Absalom and Achitophel_. J. DRYDEN.

GHOST.

What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps and points to yonder glade? _To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady_. A. POPE.

What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew? _Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet_. B. JONSON.

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. _King Richard III., Act v. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day; and at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine. _Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

MACBETH. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.

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LADY MACBETH. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan. MACBETH. Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?

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The times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.

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Avaunt! and quit my sight. Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes, Which thou dost glare with!

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Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! _Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

GLORY.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. _Henry VI., Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near have neither heat nor light. _The White Devil, Act v. Sc. 1_. J. WEBSTER.

We rise in glory, as we sink in pride: Where boasting ends, there dignity begins. _Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past. _On the Death of Sir Walter Scott_. SIR S. BRYDGES.

GOD.

What is this mighty Breath, ye sages, say, That, in powerful language, felt, not heard, Instructs the fowls of heaven; and through their breast These arts of love diffuses? What, but God? Inspiring God! who, boundless Spirit all, And unremitting Energy, pervades. Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole. _The Seasons: Spring_. J. THOMSON.

The Somewhat which we name but cannot know, Ev'n as we name a star and only see Its quenchless flashings forth, which ever show And ever hide him, and which are not he. _Wordsworth's Grave, I_. W. WATSON.

A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires. _Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Thou, my all! My theme! my inspiration! and my crown! My strength in age! my rise in low estate! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth!--my world! My light in darkness! and my life in death! My boast through time! bliss through eternity! Eternity, too short to speak thy praise! Or fathom thy profound of love to man! _Night Thoughts, Night IV_. DR. E. YOUNG. Happy the man who sees a God employed In all the good and ill that checker life. _The Task, Bk. II_. W. COWPER.

O thou, whose certain eye foresees The fixed event of fate's remote decrees. _Odyssey, Bk. IV_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.

From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,-- Path, motive, guide, original, and end. _The Rambler, No. 7_. DR. S. JOHNSON.

Whatever is, is in its causes just. _Oedipus, Act. iii. Sc. 1_. J. DRYDEN.

He that doth the ravens feed Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! _As You Like It, Act. ii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perished, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world. _Essay on Man, Epistle I_. A. POPE.

Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfied, and Thee appease. _Paradise Lost, Bk. X_. MILTON.

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love. _Of Immortality_. M.F. TUPPER.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, And, hooting at the glorious Sun in Heaven, Cries out, "Where is it?" _Fears in Solitude_. S.T. COLERIDGE.

God sendeth and giveth, both mouth and the meat. _Points of Good Husbandry_. T. TUSSER.

'T is Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours. _A Fable_. W. COWPER.

Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away. _The Task: Winter Morning Walk_. W. COWPER.

That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves. _In Memoriam; Conclusion_. A. TENNYSON.

GODS, THE.

Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear. _The Iliad, Bk. I_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ BRYANT.

Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. _The Iliad, Bk. I_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.

High in the home of the summers, the seats of the happy immortals, Shrouded in knee-deep blaze, unapproachable; there ever youthful Hebè, Harmoniè, and the daughter of Jove, Aphroditè Whirled in the white-linked dance, with the gold-crowned Hours and Graces. _Andromeda_. CH. KINGSLEY.

Or else flushed Ganymede, his rosy thigh Half buried in the eagle's down. Sole as a flying star, shot thro' the sky, Above the pillared town. _Palace of Art_. A. TENNYSON.

As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. _Love's Labor's Lost, Act iv. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Who knows not Circè, The daughter of the Sun, whose charmèd cup Whoever tasted lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a grovelling swine? _Comus_. MILTON.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. _Midsummer Night's Dream, Act iii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid: Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans. _Love's Labor's Lost, Act iii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

No wonder Cupid is a murderous boy: A fiery archer making pain his joy. His dam, while fond of Mars, is Vulcan's wife, And thus 'twixt fire and sword divides her life. _Greek Anthology_. MELEAGER.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. _King Lear, Act v. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Draw near them then in being merciful; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. _Titus Andronicus, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

GOOD.

What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well. _The Light of Asia_. SIR E. ARNOLD.

There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound. _Abt Vogler, IX_. R. BROWNING.

Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood, He tried the luxury of doing good. _Tales of the Hall, Bk. III_. G. CRABBE.

'T is well said again; And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. _King Henry VIII., Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue! _Juvenal, Satire X_. J. DRYDEN.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good! _Paradise Lost, Bk. V_. MILTON.

GRATITUDE.

The still small voice of gratitude. _For Music_. T. GRAY.

A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharged. _Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning. _Simon Lee_. W. WORDSWORTH.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. _Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

GRAVE, THE.

There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. _The Grave_. J. MONTGOMERY.

Ah, the grave's a quiet bed: She shall sleep a pleasant sleep, And the tears that you may shed Will not wake her--therefore weep! _The Last Scene_. W. WINTER.

O, snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year, And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: _O, Snatched Away_! LORD BYRON.

Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be dressed. And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast; There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow. _Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady_. A. POPE.

And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land. _In Memoriam, XVIII_. A. TENNYSON.

Sweets to the sweet: farewell, I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife: I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not t' have strewed thy grave. _Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be! _Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady_. A. POPE.

Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! _Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Brave Percy, fare thee well! Ill-weaned ambition, how much art thou shrunk: When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough. _King Henry VI., Pt. I. Act v. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone, Sad luxury! to vulgar minds unknown, Along the walls where speaking marbles show What worthies form the hallowed mould below; Proud names, who once the reins of empire held, In arms who triumphed, or in arts excelled; Chiefs, graced with scars, and prodigal of blood; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints, who taught and led the way to heaven. _On the Death of Mr. Addison_. T. TICKELL.

The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Blended in dust together; where the slave Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud Resigns his powers; the miser drops his hoard: Where human folly sleeps. _Ruins of Rome_. J. DYER.

Then to the grave I turned me to see what therein lay; 'T was the garment of the Christian, worn out and thrown away. _Death and the Christian_. F.A. KRUMMACHER.

GREATNESS.

That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor pelf: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself. _A Great Man_. LORD LYTTON (_Owen Meredith_).

He fought a thousand glorious wars, And more than half the world was his, And somewhere, now, in yonder stars, Can tell, mayhap, what greatness is. _The Chronicle of the Drum_. W.M. THACKERAY.

Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness,-- To which I leave him. _The False One, Act ii. Sc. 1_. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

Greatness on goodness loves to slide, not stand, And leaves, for fortune's ice, vertue's firm land. _Turkish History. Under a portrait of Mustapha I_. R. KNOLLES.

Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. _Philip Van Artevelde, Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 7_. SIR H. TAYLOR.

GRIEF.

Every one can master grief, but he that has it. _Much Ado about Nothing, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. _Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe. _The Corsair, Canto III_. LORD BYRON.

No greater grief than to remember days Of joy when misery is at hand. _Inferno, Canto V_. DANTE.

I am not mad;--I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself; O, if I could, what grief I should forget! _King John, Act iii. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Not to the grave, not to the grave, my soul, Follow thy friend beloved! But in the lonely hour, But in the evening walk, Think that he accompanies thy solitude; Think that he holds with thee Mysterious intercourse: And though remembrance wake a tear, There will be joy in grief. _The Dead Friend_. R. SOUTHEY. HABIT.

Habit with him was all the test of truth; "It must be right: I've done it from my youth." _The Borough, Letter III_. G. CRABBE.

How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled town. _Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act v. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Hackneyed in business, wearied at that oar, Which thousands, once fast chained to, quit no more. _Retirement_. W. COWPER.

Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the dignity of crimes. _Florio, Pt. I_. HANNAH MORE.

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. _Metamorphoses, Bk. XV_. OVID. _Trans. of_ DRYDEN.

HAIR.

Those curious locks so aptly twined, Whose every hair a soul doth bind. _To A.L. Persuasions to Love_. T. CAREW.

Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again. _Faust: Sc. Walpurgis Night_. GOETHE. _Trans. of_ SHELLEY.

Her glossy hair was clustered o'er a brow Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth. _Don Juan, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette, It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet; 'Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist, 'Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed-- 'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet. _Janette's Hair_. C.G. HALPINE (_Miles O'Reilly_).

As she fled fast through sun and shade, The happy winds upon her played, Blowing the ringlets from the braid. _Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere_. A. TENNYSON.

Come let me pluck that silver hair Which 'mid thy clustering curls I see; The withering type of time or care Has nothing, sure, to do with thee. _The Grey Hair_. A.A. WATTS.

HAND.