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A thousand cares his labouring breast revolves,
Pope, from Homer.
Otway, from Horace.
That spoils the dance of youthful blood, Strikes out the dimple from the cheek of mirth, And every smirking feature from the face; Branding our laughter with the name of madness.
Blair. But can the noble mind for ever brood, The willing victim of a weary mood, On heartless cares that squander life away, And cloud young Genius bright’ning into day?
Campbell The Being that is in the clouds and air,
That is in the green leaves among the groves,
Such, a scent I draw Of carnage, prey innumerable! and taste The savour of death from all things there that live.
Milton. His ample maw, with human carnage filled, A milky deluge next the giant.swilled. Pope. Nations with nations mixt confus’dly die, And lost in one promiscuous carnage lie. Addison.
CAUSE. This is a cause which our ambition fills; A cause, in which our strength we should not waste In vain, like giants, who did heave at hills; 'Tis too unwieldy for the force of haste.
Sir W. Davenant. Justness of cause is nothing, When things are risen to the point they are: 'Tis either not examin'd or believ'd Among the warlike.
Suckling. Circumstance must make it probable Whether the cause's justness may command Th' attendance of success: for an attempt That's warranted by justice, cannot, want A prosperous end.
Nabb. O madness of discourse! That cause sets up with and against thyself Bifold authority!
There is chain of causes
There was on both sides much to say:
How shall our thoughts avoid the various snare?
Who 'scapes the snare Once, has a certain caution to beware.
Man's caution often into danger turns,
CENSURE. GIVE every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Shakspere. We must not stint Our necessary actions, in the fear To cope malicious censurers.
Let such teach others, who themselves excel,
Enough for half the greatest of these days,
But censure's to be understood
The authentic mark of the elect; The public stamp heaven sets on all that's good and great.
CEREMONY. CEREMONY was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds-hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry e'er 't is shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Shakspere. And what art thou, thou idol, ceremony? What kind of god art thou? that sufferest more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers. What are thy rents? What are thy comings in? O ceremony, show me but thy worth: What is thy toll, O adoration? Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men? Wherein thou art less happy, being fear'd, Than they in fearing. What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poison'd flattery? O be sick, great greatness, And bid thy ceremony give thee cure. Shakspere.
Disrobe the images, If you find them decked with ceremony.--Shakspere.
The sauce to meat is ceremony,
Where pomp and ceremonies entered not;
Cowper. It was withal a highly-polished age, And scrupulous in ceremonious rite; When stranger stranger met upon the way, First each to other bowed respectfully, And large professions made of humble service.
However I with thee have fixed my lot,
Uncertainty! Fell demon of our fears! the human soul, That can support despair, supports not thee.-- Mallet.