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Addison. Thrice happy he, who with a good address, Knows how, and when, and where, his suit to press Unto attainment of assured success! But Oh! unhappy he, who not possessing The gift of fluently his thoughts expressing, Addresses him in vain to his addressing.-H. G. A.
ADIEU. THEN came the parting hour, and what arise When lovers part-expressive looks, and eyes Tender and tearful-many a fond adieu, And many a call the sorrow to renew. Crabbe. While now I take my last adieu,
Heave thou no sigh, nor shed a tear; Lest yet my half-closed eye may view On earth an object worth its care.
Prior. I never looked a last adieu
To things familiar, but my heart
Caroline Bowles. Vanish’d, like dew-drops from the spray,
Are moments which in beauty flew;
W. G. Clark.
WHAT could I more?
He of their wicked ways Shall them admonish, and before them set The paths of righteousness.
ADORATION. O ceremony! show me all thy worth! What is thy toll, O adoration! Art thou nought else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men? Wherein thou art less happy, being feared, Than they in fearing. What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poison'd flattery.
I care not to be like the Horeb calf,
Old Play, 1601.
ADORATION. ADORN. ADULATION.
Happy is he who lives to understand
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Her polish'd limbs Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.—Thomson.
ADULATION. O BE sick, great Greatness! And bid thy ceremony give thee cure. Thinkest thou the fiery fever will go out, With titles blown from adulation? Shakspere. Towards great persons use respective boldness,
That temper gives them theirs, and yet doth take Nothing from thine. In service care or coldness
Doth rateably thy fortunes mar or make. Feed no man in his sins; for adulation Doth make the parcel devil in damnation.—Herbert.
ADVERSITY. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like a toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.—Shakspere.
A wretched soul, bruis’d with adversity,
What, if he hath decreed that I shall first
Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
The bad affright, afflict the best!
Thy form benign, Oh, Goddess! wear,
Ihy milder influence impart; Thy philosophic train be there,
To soften, not to wound, my heart, The generous spark extinct revive; Teach me to love and to forgive;
Exact my own defects to scan,
LET me entreat
Mishaps are mastered by advice discreet,
Spenser. Know when to speak-for many times it brings Danger, to give the best advice to kings.
Herrick. If things go wrong, each fool presumes t'advise, And if most happy, thinks himself most wise; All wretchedly deplore the present state; And that advice seems best which comes too late.
Take sound advice, proceeding from a heart
Prior. No part of conduct asks for skill more nice, Though none more common, than to give advice; Misers themselves in this will not be saving, Unless their knowledge makes it worth the having; And where's the wonder when we will obtrude A useless gift, it meets ingratitude.