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Of her old captive parents the fole joy:
And that a hapless Celtiberian prince,
Her lover and belov’d, forgot his chains,
His loft dominions, and for her alone
Wept out his tender soul; sudden the heart
Of this young, conquering, loving, god-like Roman
Felt all the great divinity of virtue.
His wishing youth stood check’d, his tempting power
Restrain’d by kind humanity.

At once He for her parents and her lover call’d. The various scene imagine ; how his troops Look'd dubious on, and wonder'd what he meant : While stretch'd below the trembling suppliants lay, Rack'd by a thousand mingling pallions, fear, Hope, jealousy, disdain, submission, grief, Anxiety and love in every shape. To these so different sentiments succeed As mixt emotions, when the man divine Thus the dread filence to the lover broke. • We both are young; both charm’d. The right of war 6 Has put thy beauteous mistress in my power ; 6. With whom I could, in the most sacred ties, “ Live out a happy life : but know, that Romans 66 Their hearts, as well as enemies, can conquer. " Then take her to thy soul; and with her take 6. Thy liberty and kingdom. In return " I ask but this : when you behold these eyes, These charms, with transport; be a friend to Rome.”

-Thomfor. COURAGE.

TRUE courage but from opposition grows;
And what are fifty, what a thousand Naves
Match'd to the finew of a single arm
That strikes for liberty !-Brooke.

This is true courage, not the brutal force
Of vulgar heroes, but the firm resolve
Of virtue and of reason. He who thinks
Without their aid to shine in deeds of arms,
Builds on a fandy basis his renown;
A dream, a vapour, or an ague fit
May make a coward of him. Whitehead.

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Would you be happy, leave this fatal place ;
Fly from the court's pernicious neighbourhood,
Where innocence is thunn'd, and bluling modesty
Is made the scorner's jest; where hate, deceit,
And deadly ruin, wear the mask of beauty,
And draw deluded fools with shews of pleasure.--- Rowe.

-THE noblelt proof of love
That Athelwold can give, is still to guard
Your tender beauties from the blasting taint
Of courtly gales. The delicate soft rints
Of snowy innocence, the crimson glow
Of bluihing modesty, there all fly off,
And leave the faded face no nobler boast
Then well-rang'd, lifeless features. Ah, Elfrida;
Should you be doom'd, which happier fate forbid !
To drag your hours thro' all that nauseous scene
Of pageantry and vice ; your purer breaft,
True to its yirtuous relish, foon would heave
A fervent ligh for innocence and Harewood.-Major.

LET us compare what the historians of all ages have said concerning the courts of monarchs ; let us recollect the conversation and sentiments of people of all countries, in respect to the wretched character of courtiers; and we shall find, that these are not mere airy speculations, but things confirmed by a fad and melancholy experience.

Ambition joined to idleness, and business to pride; a desire of obtaining riches without labor, and an aversion to truth; flattery, treachery, perfidy, violation of engagements, contempt of civil duties, fear of the prince's virtues, hope from his weak. ness; but, above all, a perpetual ridicule cast upon virtue, are, I think, the characteristics by which most courtiers, in all ages and countries, have been constantly dillinguished.-Montesquieu.

ALL the prostitutes who set themselves to fale, all the locusts who devour the land, with crowds of spies, parasites, and sycophants, and whole swarms of little, noisome, nameless insects, will hum and buz in every corner of the courta sort of men too low to be much regarded, and too high to be quite neglected, the lumber of every administration, the furniture of every court.

These gilt carved things are seldom answerable for more than the men on a chess-board, who are moved about at will, and on whom the conduct of the game

is not to be charged. Some of these every prince must have about him. The pageantry of a court requires that he should. -Bolingbroke.

I HAVE known courts these thirty-fix years, and know they differ ; but in some things they are extremely constant. First, in the trite old maxim of a minister's never forgiving those he hath injured. Secondly, in the insincerity of thofe who would be thought the best friends. Thirdly, in the love of fawning, cringing, and tale bearing. Fourthly, in facrificing those, whom we really wish well, to a point of interest or intrigue. Fifthly, in keeping every thing worth taking, for those who can do service or dif-service.-Swift.

GOD help the man, condemn'd by cruel fate
To court the seeming, or the real great.
Much sorrow shall he feel, and fuffer more
Than any

save that labours at the oar.
By slavish methods must he learn to please,
By smooth-tongu'd flattery, that curst court diseafen
Supple to every wayward mood, strike fail,
And shift with thifting humour's peevish gale.
To nature dead, he must adopt vile art,
And wear a smile with anguish in his heart.
A sense of honour would destroy his schemes,
And conscience ne'er must speak, unless in dreams.-Churchill.



times before their death :
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange, that man should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come. --Shakespeare.

COWARDS have courage when they see not death;
And fearful hares that skulk in forms all day,
Yet fight their feeble quarrels by the moon-light;

But valiant men
Still love the fun should witness what they do.--Dryden.

AS cheats to play with those still aim,
That do not understand the game ;
So cowards never use their might,
But against such as will not fight.- Hudibras.




* * * SURE I am, 'tis madness,
Inhuman madness, thus, from half the world
To drain its blood and treasure, to neglect
Each art of peace, each care of government ;
And all for what? By spreading desolation,
Rapine and slaughter o'er the other half,
To gain a conquest we can never hold.
I venerate this land. Those facred hills,
Those vales, those cities, trod by faints and prophets,
By God himself, the scenes of heav'nly wonders,
Inspire me with a certain awful joy.
But the fame God, my friend, pervades, fustains,
Surrounds and fills this universal frame ;
And every land, where spreads his vital presence,
His all-enliv’ning breath, to me is holy.
Excuse me, Theald, if I go too far:
I meant alone to say, I think these wars
A kind of persecution. And whene'er
That most absurd and cruel of all vices,
Is once begun, where shall it find an end ?
Each in his turn, or has, or claims a right
To wield its dagger, to return its furies ;
And first or last they fall upon ourselves.Thomfon.

O polish'd perturbation ! golden care!
That keep'it the ports of flumber open wide,
To many a watchful night: sleep with it now:
But not so found, and half so deeply sweet,
As he whose brow, with homely biggen bound,
Snores out the watch of night. O majesty!
When thou doft pinch thy bearer, thou dost fit
Like a rich armour, worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety.--Shakespeare.

THE credulous man is ready to receive every thing for
truth, that has but the shadow of evidence. Every new book
that he reads, and every ingenious man with whom he con-
verses, has power enough to draw him into the sentiments of
the speaker or writer. He has so much complaisance in him,
or weakness of foul, that he is ready to regn his own opinion


to the first objection which he hears, and to receive any

fentiments of another that are asserted with a positive air and much assurance. Thus he is under a kind of necessity, through the indulgence of this credulous humour, either to be often changing his opinions, or to believe inconfiftencies.

The man of contradiction stands ready to oppose every thing that is said.

He gives but a flight attention to the reasons of other men, from an inward scornful presumption, that they have po strength in them. When he reads or hears a discourse different from his own fentiments; he does not give himself Jeave to consider, whether that discourse may be true ; but employs all his powers immediately to confute it. Your great disputers, and your men of controversy, are in continual danger of this sort of prejudice. They contend often for victory, and will maintain whatfoever they have asserted, while truth is lost in the noise and tumult of reciprocal contradictions and it frequently happens, that a debate about opinions is turned into mutual reproach of persons.--Waits.

THE prejudice of credulity may in some measure be cured, by learning to set a high value upon truth, and by taking more pains to attain it; remembering that truth often lies dark and deep, and requires us to dig for it as hidden treasure ; and that falsehood often assumes a fair disguise, and therefore we should not yield up our judgment to every plausible appear

It is no part of civility or good breeding to part with truth, but to maintain it with decency and candor.

A spirit of contradiction is so pedantic and hateful, that a man should take much pains with himself to watch against every instance of it: he should learn so much good-humour, at least, as never to oppose any thing without just and solid reason for it: he should abate some degrees of pride and moroseness, which are never failing ingredients in this fort of temper, and should seek after so much honesty and conscience, as never to contend for conquest or triumph ; but to review his own reasons, and to read the arguments of his opponents, if possible, with an equal indifferency, be glad to spy a truth, and to fubmit to it, though it appear on the opposite side.- Ideig.

OF all kinds of credulity, the most obstinate and wonderful is that of political zealots; of men who being numbered, they know not how, or why, in any of the parties that divide a state, resign the use of their own eyes and ears, and resolve to believe nothing that does not favour those whom they profess to follow.Idler.


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