The true ambition there alone resides,

Where justice vindicates, and wisdom guides;

Where inward dignity joins outward state,

Our purpose good, as our achievement great;

Where public blessings, public praise attend,

Where glory is our motive, not our end:

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view,

Brave men would act, though scandal would ensue.

Young: Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 175

125

Fame is the shade of immortality,

And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught.
Contemn'd, it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.

126

Young: Night Thoughts. Night vii. Line 355
Dream after dream ensues,

And still they dream that they shall still succeed,

And still are disappointed.

127

Cowper: Task. Bk. iii. Line 127.

On the summit, see,

At his heels,

The seals of office glitter in his eyes;

He climbs, he pants, he grasps them.

Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends,

And with a dextrous jerk soon twists him down,

And wins them, but to lose them in his turn.

128

Cowper: Task. Bk. iv. Line 58

Beattie Minstrel. Bk. i. St. 1.

Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb

The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar.

129

He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find

The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;

He who surpasses or subdues mankind,

Must look down on the hate of those below.

130

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 45.

To th' expanded and aspiring soul,

To be but still the thing it long has been,
Is misery, e'en though enthron'd it were
Under the cope of high imperial state.

131

AMERICA.

Joanna Baillie: Ethwald. Act v. Sc. 5.

Poor lost America, high honors missing,

Knows nought of Smile and Nod, and sweet Hand-kissing ;

Knows nought of golden promises of kings;

Knows nought of coronets, and stars, and strings.

132

Peter Pindar: The Rights of Kings. Ode ix

America! half brother of the world!

With something good and bad of every land;

Greater than thee have lost their seat

Greater scarce none can stand.

133

Bailey: Festus. Sc. The Surface.

ANCESTRY-- ANGER.

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ANCESTRY -see Pedigree.

The sap which at the root is bred

In trees, through all the boughs is spread;
But virtues which in parents shine
Make not like progress through the line.
134

Waller: To Zelinda

Nobler is a limited command

Given by the love of all your native land,
Than a successive title, long and dark,

Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.

135 Dryden: Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. i. Line 299 Nor does it follow, 'cause a herald

Can make a gentleman scarce a year old,

To be descended of a race

Of ancient kings in a small space,
That we should all opinions hold
Authentic, that we can make old.

136
Butler: Hudibras. Pt. ii. Canto iii. Line 669
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
137
Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 215
He stands for fame on his forefathers' feet,
By heraldry, proved valiant or discreet!

138 ANGELS.

Young: Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 123
Heaven bless thee!

Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on;
Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel.

139

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

140 Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. iii. Line 66. The angels come and go, the messengers of God. Nor, though they fade from us, do they depart It is the childly heart:

We walk as heretofore,

Adown their shining ranks, but see them nevermore
Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears,
Groping our way along the downward slope of Years.
R. H. Stoddard: Hymn to the Beautiful

141

Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,

But leave, oh! leave the light of hope behind!
What though my winged hours of bliss have been,
Like angel-visits, few and far between.

142

Campbell: Pl. of Hope. Pt. ii. Line 375

ANGER - see Passion, Rage, Temper.
Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.

143

Shaks.: Coriolanus. Act iv Sc 2

Anger is like

A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him.

144

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act i. Sc
What sudden anger's this? How have I reap'd it?
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
Leap'd from his eyes: So looks the chafèd lion
Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him;
Then makes him nothing.

145

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2

Never anger made good guard for itself. 146

Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act iv. Sc. 1

Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.
147

Shaks: Rom. and Jul. Act ini. Sc. J.

What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

148 O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world. 149

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Shaks.: King John.' Act iii. Sc. 4.

You are yoked with a lamb,

That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

150

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: we may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it?

151

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1.
And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye;
The wind was down but still the sea ran high.
152

Byron: Don Juan. Canto vi. St. 110.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.

153

ANGLING.

Shaks.: Tam. of the S. Act v. Sc. 2.

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait.

154

Shaks.: Much Ado. Act iii. Sc. 1

i

F

ANGLING - ANTIQUITY.

Our plenteous streams a various race supply,
The bright-eyed perch, with fius of Tyrian dye;
The silver ecl, in shining volumes roll'd;
The yellow carp, in scales bedropt with gold;
Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains,
And pikes, the tyrants of the watery plains.

155

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Pope: Windsor Forest. Line 141.

Give me mine angle; we'll to the river there,
My music playing far off, I will betray
Tawny-finned fishes; my bended hooks shall pierce
Their slimy jaws.

156

ANTECEDENT.

Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Men so noble,

However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been; 'tis a cruelty
To load a falling man.

157

ANTICIPATION.

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2.

Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite

To cast the fashion of uncertain evils;

For, grant they be so, while they rest unknowî,
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
158

Milton: Comus. Line 359.

To swallow gudgeons ere they're catched,
And count their chickens ere they're hatched.

Butler: Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig;
Some, that are mad if they behold a cat.
For affection,

Master of passion, sways it to the mood
Of what it likes or loathes.

160 ANTIQUITY.

Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act iv. Sc. L

O good old man! how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat, but for promotion.
161
How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!

Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin,

That touch'd the ruff, that touch'd Queen Bess' chin.

162

Young: Love of Fame. Satire iv. Line 119

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.

163

APATHY.

Thos. Gray: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College

A man, whose blood

Is very snow broth; one who never feels

The wanton stings and motions of the sense:
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
With profits of the mind, study and fast.

164

APOLOGY.

Shaks.: M. for M. Act i. Sc. 5.

Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,

I tender it here; I do as truly suffer
As e'er I did commit.

165 APPAREL

see Dress.

Shaks.: Two Gent. of V. Act v. Sc. 4.

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
166

Shaks.: King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor,
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.

167

Shaks.: Tam. of the S. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

168

APPEAL.

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

I have done the state some service, and they know it,
No more of that; I pray you in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am, nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice.
169

APPEARANCES.

Shaks.: Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.

All that glisters is not gold,
Gilded tombs do worms infold.

170

Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7

There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
171

Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act i. Sc. 2