Chapter 25

Under the cooling shadow of a stately elm, Close sat I by a goodly river's side. Where gliding streams the rocks did overwhelm; A lonely place, with pleasures dignified. I, that once loved the shady woods so well. Now thought the rivers did the trees excel, And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell. _Contemplations_. ANNE BRADSTREET.

Two ways the rivers Leap down to different seas, and as they roll Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence Becomes a benefaction to the towns They visit, wandering silently among them, Like patriarchs old among their shining tents. _Christus: The Golden Legend, Pt. V_ H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide The glaring bale-fires blaze no more; No longer steel-clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willowed shore. _Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto IV_. SIR W. SCOTT.

Is it not better, then, to be alone. And love Earth only for its earthly sake? By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake...? _Childe Harold, Canto III_. LORD BYRON.

WATERS--WEALTH.

You leave us; you will see the Rhine, And those fair hills I sailed below, When I was there with him; and go By summer belts of wheat and vine. _In Memoriam, XCVII_. A. TENNYSON.

There is a hill beside the silver Thames, Shady with birch and beech and odorous pine; And brilliant underfoot with thousand gems, Steeply the thickets to his floods decline. _There is a Hill beside the Silver Thames_. R.S. BRIDGES.

The torrent roared; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. _Julius Cæsar, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

That was the River. It looked cool and deep, And as I watched, I felt it slipping past As if it smoothly swept along in sleep, Gleaning and gliding fast. _A London Idyl_. R. BUCHANAN.

It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream. _The Nile_. L. HUNT.

WEALTH.

Here Wisdom calls, "Seek virtue first, be bold; As gold to silver, virtue is to gold." There London's voice, "Get money, money still, And then let Virtue follow if she will." _Imitations of Horace, Epistle I. Bk. I_. A. POPE.

The devil was piqued such saintship to behold, And longed to tempt him, like good Job of old; For Satan now is wiser than of yore, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. _Moral Essays, Epistle III_. A. POPE.

Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven; for even in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than ought divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific. _Paradise Lost, Bk. I_. MILTON.

Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth; His word would pass for more than he was worth. One solid dish his week-day meal affords, An added pudding solemnized the Lord's. Constant at church and change, his gains were sure, His giving Rare, save farthings to the poor. _Moral Essays, Epistle III_. A. POPE.

Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create. _Anacreontics: Gold_. A. COWLEY.

Trade it may help, society extend, But lures the Pirate, and corrupts the friend: It raises armies in a nation's aid, But bribes a senate, and the land's betrayed. _Moral Essays, Epistle II_. A. POPE

The lust of gold succeeds the rage of conquest; The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! The last corruption of degenerate man. _Irene, Act i. Sc. I_. DR. S. JOHNSON.

But in the temple of their hireling hearts Gold is a living god, and rules in scorn All earthly things but virtue. _Queen Mab, Pt. V_. P.B. SHELLEY.

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammered and rolled; Heavy to get, and light to hold; Hoarded, bartered, bought, and sold. Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled: Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mold; Price of many a crime untold: Gold! gold! gold! gold! Good or bad a thousand-fold! How widely its agencies vary,-- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,-- As even its minted coins express. Now stamped with the image of good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary. _Miss Kilmansegg_. T. HOOD.

But all thing, which that shineth as the gold, Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told. _Canterbury Tales. Chanones Yemannes Tale_. CHAUCER.

Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman run away. _Imitations of Horace, Bk. I_. A. COWLEY.

You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it, that do buy it with much care. _Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

WIFE.

The world well tried--the sweetest thing in life Is the unclouded welcome of a wife. _Lady Jane, Canto II_. N.P. WILLIS.

Look through mine eyes with thine. True wife, Round my true heart thine arms entwine; My other dearer life in life, Look through my very soul with thine! _The Miller's Daughter_. A. TENNYSON.

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears, A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love, and thought, and joy. _The Sparrow's Nest_. W. WORDSWORTH.

My latest found, Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight. _Paradise Lost, Bk. V_. MILTON.

She is mine own! And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. _Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

A wife, domestic, good, and pure, Like snail, should keep within her door; But not, like snail, with silver track, Place all her wealth upon her back. _Good Wives_. W.W. HOW.

How much the wife is dearer than the bride. _An Irregular Ode_. LORD LYTTELTON.

But earthlier happy is the rose distilled, Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. _Midsummer Night's Dream, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

To cheer thy sickness, watch thy health, Partake, but never waste thy wealth, Or stand with smile unmurmuring by, And lighten half thy poverty. _Bride of Abydos, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

This flour of wifely patience. _The Clerkes Tale, Pt. V_. CHAUCER.

And mistress of herself, though china fall. _Moral Essays, Epistle II_. A. POPE.

Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. _The Happy Marriage_. E. MOORE.

Of earthly goods, the best is a good wife; A bad, the bitterest curse of human life. SIMONIDES.

WIND.

Yet true it is, as cow chews cud, And trees, at spring, do yield forth bud, Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good. _The Properties of Winds_. T. TUSSER.

Ill blows the wind that profits nobody. _King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act ii. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

Pure was the temperate air, an even calm Perpetual reigned, save what the zephyrs bland Breathed o'er the blue expanse. _Seasons: Spring_. J. THOMSON.

Under the yaller-pines I house, When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented, An' hear among their furry boughs The baskin' west-wind purr contented. _Biglow Papers, Second Series, No. X_. J.R. LOWELL.

A breeze came wandering from the sky, Light as the whispers of a dream; He put the o'erhanging grasses by, And softly stooped to kiss the stream, The pretty stream, the flattered stream, The shy, yet unreluctant stream. _The Wind and the Stream_. W.C. BRYANT.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene. _Childe Harold, Canto II_. LORD BYRON.

The moaning winds of autumn sang their song. _A Sicilian Story_. B.W. PROCTER _(Barry Cornwall)_.

Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy mountains, Draughts of life to me. _The North Wind_. D.M. MULOCK CRAIK.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument. _A Day of Sunshine_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

In winter when the dismal rain Came down in slanting lines, And wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines. _A Life Drama_. A. SMITH.

'T was when the sea was roaring With hollow blasts of wind. _The What d' ye Call 't_. J. GAY.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! _King Lear, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

The Lord descended from above And bowed the heavens high; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky.

On cherubs and on cherubims Full royally he rode; And on the wings of all the winds Came flying all abroad. _Hymns: Psalm CIV_. T. STERNHOLD.

WINE.

Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine. _Comus_. MILTON.

In courts and palaces he also reigns, And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot ascends above their loftiest towers, And injury, and outrage: and when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. _Paradise Lost, Bk. I_. MILTON.

From wine what sudden friendship springs! _The Squire and his Cur_. J. GAY.

And wine can of their wits the wise beguile. Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. _Odyssey, Bk. XIV_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.

O, when we swallow down Intoxicating wine, we drink damnation; Naked we stand, the sport of mocking fiends. Who grin to see our nobler nature vanquished, Subdued to beasts. _Wife's Reick_. C. JOHNSON.

WISDOM.

By wisdom wealth is won; But riches purchased wisdom yet for none. _The Wisdom of Ali_. B. TAYLOR.

On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows. _Love of Fame: Satire I_. DR. E. YOUNG.

In idle wishes fools supinely stay; Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way. _The Birth of Flattery_. G. CRABBE.

Wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought. _Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impaired. _Comus_. MILTON.

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys, Superior wisdom is superior bliss. _Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise! _Vanity of Human Wishes_. DR. S. JOHNSON.

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Than when we soar. _The Excursion, Bk. III_. W. WORDSWORTH.

To know That which before us lies in daily life Is the prime wisdom. _Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII_. MILTON.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven. _Moral Essays, Epistle IV_. A. POPE.

WOMAN.

What a strange thing is man! and what a stranger Is woman! What a whirlwind is her head, And what a whirlpool full of depth and danger Is all the rest about her. _Don Juan, Canto IX_. LORD BYRON.

O woman! lovely woman! nature made thee To temper man; we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you: There is in you all that we believe of heaven; Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love. _Venice Preserved, Act i. Sc. 1_. T. OTWAY.

Without the smile from partial beauty won, O, what were man?--a world without a sun. _Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II_. T. CAMPBELL.

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears. _The Beggar's Opera, Act ii. Sc. 1_. J. GAY.

In her first passion, woman loves her lover: In all the others, all she loves is love. _Don Juan, Canto III_. LORD BYRON.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 'T is woman's whole existence. Man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart, Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange: Men have all these resources, we but one,-- To love again, and be again undone. _Don Juan, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won. _King Henry VI., Part I. Act v. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Alas, the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing; For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, And if 't is lost, life hath no more to bring To them but mockeries of the past atone, And their revenge is as the tiger's spring, Deadly and quick and crushing; yet as real Torture is theirs--what they inflict they feel. _Don Juan, Canto II_. LORD BYRON.

We call it only pretty Fanny's way. _An Elegy to an Old Beauty_. T. PARNELL.

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. _As You Like It, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair. _The Princess: Prologue_. A. TENNYSON.

If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it. _As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7_. SHAKESPEARE.

Ladies like variegated tulips show, 'T is to their changes half their charms we owe. Fine by defect, and delicately weak, Their happy spots the nice admirer take. _Moral Essays, Pt. II_ A. POPE.

And when a lady's in the case, You know all other things give place. _The Hare and Many Friends_ J. GAY.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. _Taming of the Shrew, Act v. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

For several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil. _Tempest, Act iii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

IAGO.--Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors, Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens, Saints in your injuries, devils being offended.

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For I am nothing if not critical. _Othello, Act ii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it. _Othello, Act v. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Lightly thou say'st that woman's love is false, The thought is falser far. _Bertram_. C.R. MATURIN.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is. _Basil, Act v. Sc. 3_. JOANNA BAILLIE.

When greater perils men environ, Then women show a front of iron; And, gentle in their manner, they Do bold things in a quiet way. _Betty Zane_. T.D. ENGLISH.

First, then, a woman will, or won't, depend on 't; If she will do 't, she will, and there's an end on 't. But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice. _Epilogue to Zara_. A. HILL.

I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so because I think him so. _Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence. Sex to the last. _Cymon and Iphigenia_. J. DRYDEN.

Woman may err, woman may give her mind To evil thoughts, and lose her pure estate; But, for one woman who affronts her kind By wicked passions and remorseless hate, A thousand make amends in age and youth, By heavenly pity, by sweet sympathy, By patient kindness, by enduring truth, By love, supremest in adversity. _Praise of Women_. C. MACKAY.

Not she with traitorous kiss her Saviour stung, Not she denied him with unholy tongue; She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, Last at his cross and earliest at his grave. _Woman, her Character and Influence_. E.S. BARRETT.

Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected. _Irenè_. J.R. LOWELL.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made. _To a Young Lady_. W. WORDSWORTH.

Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low.--an excellent thing in woman. _King Lear, Act v. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. _Romeo and Juliet, Act iv. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

And yet believe me, good as well as ill, Woman 's at best a contradiction still. _Moral Essays, Epistle II_. A. POPE.

For woman is not undeveloped man But diverse; could we make her as the man Sweet love were slain; his dearest bond is this: Not like to like but like in difference. _The Princess, XII_. A. TENNYSON.

Through all the drama--whether damned or not-- Love gilds the scene, and women guide the plot. _The Rivals: Epilogue_. R.B. SHERIDAN.

YOUTH.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very Heaven! _The Prelude, Bk. XI_. W. WORDSWORTH.

O Life! how pleasant in thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning! Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like school-boys at th' expected warning, To joy and play. _Epistle to James Smith_. R. BURNS.

O, would I were a boy again, When life seemed formed of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain Was wept away in transient tears! _O, would I were a boy again_. M. LEMON.

This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. _Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Long as the year's dull circle seems to run When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one. _Imitations of Horace, Epistle I. Bk, I_. A. POPE.

A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded, A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. _Don Juan, Canto XV_. LORD BYRON.

"Young, gay, and fortunate!" Each yields a theme. And, first, thy youth: what says it to gray hairs? Narcissa, I'm become thy pupil now;-- Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven. _Night Thoughts, Night V_. DR. E. YOUNG.

This bud of lovely Summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. _Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

The nimble-footed mad-cap Prince of Wales, And his comrades, that daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. _King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act iv. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Is in the very May-morn of his youth, Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises. _King Henry V., Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow; Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so. _Essay on Criticism_. A. POPE.

My salad days; When I was green in judgment. _Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

The spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. _Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Returning, he proclaims by many a grace, By shrugs and strange contortions of his face, How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, Excels a dunce that has been kept at home. _The Progress of Error_. W. COWPER.

Young fellows will be young fellows. _Love in a Village, Act ii. Sc. 2_. I. BICKERSTAFF.

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; Old age is slow in both. _Canto, Act ii_. J. ADDISON.

Ah who, when fading of itself away, Would cloud the sunshine of his little day! Now is the May of life. Careering round, Joy wings his feet, joy lifts him from the ground! _Human Life_. S. ROGERS.

Our youth we can have but to-day: We may always find time to grow old. _Can Love be Controlled by Advice_? BISHOP G. BERKELEY.

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! Ere I was old! Ah woful Ere. Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! _Youth and Age_. S.T. COLERIDGE.

ZEAL.

Zeal and duty are not slow; But on occasion's forelock watchful wait. _Paradise Regained, Bk. III_. MILTON.

For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. _Satires of Horace, Sat. I Bk. II_. A. POPE.

No seared conscience is so fell As that, which has been burned with zeal; For Christian charity's as well A great impediment to zeal, As zeal's a pestilent disease To Christian charity and peace. _Miscellaneous Thoughts_. S. BUTLER.

Easy still it proves, in factious times, With public zeal to cancel private crimes. _Absalom and Achitophel_. J. DRYDEN.

Awake, my soul; stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on: A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. _Zeal and Vigor in the Christian Race_. PH. DODDRIDGE.

THE END.