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HEROIC virtue did his actions guide,
And he the substance, not the appearance chose.

Or grant her passion be sincere,
How shall his innocence appear?
Appearances were all so strong,
The world must think him in the wrong. Swift.

Appearances to save, his only care;
So things seem right no matter what they are.

Appearances deceive,
And this one maxim is a standing rule-
Men are not what they seem.


APPETITE. READ over this, and after this—and then To breakfast with what appetite you have.Shakspere.

Why should she hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.


Each tree
Loaden with fairest fruit, that hung to the eye
Tempting, stirred on the sudden appetite
To pluck and eat.

How few, alas! in nature's wide domains
The sacred charm of sympathy restrains!
Unchecked desires from appetite commence,
And pure reflection yields to selfish sense.Darwin.
Alas! our carnal appetites are still
The ministers to our unruly will;
Unchecked, unbridled unto them we give
The reins, and do like brutes that perish live,
In sensual joys and pleasures take delight,
And are the very slaves of appetite. II. G. A.






I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.

He said, and as the sound of waters deep
Hoarse murmur, echoed to his words applause
Through the infinite host.


Sylla wept, And chid her barking waves into attention; And fell Charybdis murmured soft applause.Milton. Kings fight for empire, madmen for applause.

He spoke and bowed, with muttering jaws,
The wondering circle grinned applause.

I have no taste
For popular applause; the noisy praise
Of giddy crowds as changeable as winds;
Still vehement, and still without a cause,
Servants to chance, and blowing in the tide
Of swoln success; but veering with the ebb,
It leaves the channel dry.

Oh, popular applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet seducing charmsi-Couper.
In murmured pity or loud-roared applause. Byron.

Waits on success; the fickle multitude,
Like the light straw that floats along the stream,
Glide with the current still and follow fortune.


In vain the Tyrian queen resigns her life
For the chaste glory of a virtuous wife,
If lying bards may false amours rehearse,
And blast her name with arbitrary verse.
The regal tyrants shall with blushes hide
Their little lusts of arbitrary pride,
Nor bear to see their vassals tied.







ARBITRATION-ARBITRATOR. This might have been prevented, and made whole, With very easy arguments of love, Which now the manage of two kingdoms met With fearful bloody issue arbitrate.

Shakspere. But now the arbitrator of despair, Just death, kind umpire of men’s miseries, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence.

Shakspere. The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, time, Will one day end it.

Yet when an equal prize of hope and fear
Does arbitrate the event, my nature is
That I incline to hope, rather than fear. Milton,

Though heaven be shut,
And heaven's high arbitrator sit secure
In his own strength, this place may be exposed.

LET us divide our labours; thou, where choice
Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind
The woodbine round this arbour, or direct
The clasping ivy where to climb.

Milton. For noonday's heat are closer arbours made, And for fresh evening air the opener glade.-Dryden.


THE nations of the field and wood Build on the wave, or arch beneath the sand.-Pope. Load some vain church with old theatric state, Turn arcs of triumph to a garden gate; Reverse your ornaments, and hang them all On some patched dog-hole eked with ends of wall.


Or call the winds through long arcades to roar,
Proud to catch hold of a Venetian door. Pope.





Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch
Of the raised empire fall! here is my space,

Hath nature given them eyes
To see this vaulted arch, and the rich cope
Of sea and land.


Gates of monarchs Are arched so high, that giants may get through.




His form had yet not lost
All its original brightness, nor appeared
Less than archangel ruined, and the excess
Of glory obscured.
'Tis sure the archangel's trump I hear-
Nature's great passing-bell, the only call
Of God, that will be heard by all.



THE hasty multitude
Admiring entered, and the work some praise,
And some the architect: his hand was known
In heaven, by many a towering structure high,
Where sceptred angels held their residence,
And sat as princes.

Our fathers next in architecture skill'd,
Cities for use, and forts for safety build:
Their palaces, and lofty domes arose,
These for devotion, and for pleasure those.

Blackmore. Westward a pompous frontispiece appeared, On Doric pillars of white marble reared, Crowned with an architrave of antique mould, And sculpture rising on the roughened gold. Pope.




ARGOSY. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There where your argosies with portly sail, Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood, Or as it were the pageants of the sea, Do overpeer the petty traffickers. Shakspere. Look, where yon argosy, which late did set

Forth in the sunshine, with a favouring breeze, Now, in the darkness, by rude rocks beset,

Drives here and there upon the roaring seas: Thus are man's ventures; ever thus shall be, Full often wrecked his hopes, like stately argosy!

H. G. A.


Our idle words, servants to shallow fools;

Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators! Busy yourselves in skill-contending schools;

Debate, where leisure serves, with dull debaters,

To trembling clients be your mediators: For me I fear not arguments a straw, Since that my case is past the help of law.--Shakspere. But all's not true that supposition saith, Nor have the mightiest arguments most faith.

To the height of this great argument
I nay assert eternal providence,
And justify the ways of God to man.

Sad task! yet argument
Not less, but more heroic than the wrath
Of stern Achilles.


For arguments, like children, should be like
The subject that bagets them.

Afflicted sense thou kindly dost set free;
Oppressed with argumental tyranny,
And routed reason finds a safe retreat in thee.--Pope.

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