AUTHORITY. AUTHORITY. AUTHORITY bears off a credent bulk, 69 69 That no particular scandal once can touch, Shakspere. Authority, though it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the voice o' the top. Shakspere. Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven Shakspere. My soul aches To know, when two authorities are up, Neither supreme, how soon confusion May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take The one by the other. Shakspere. Thieves for their robbery have authority, When judges steal themselves. Shakspere. Dost thou expect the authority of their voices, A man in authority is but as A candle in the wind, sooner wasted Ben Jonson. Beaumont and Fletcher. Deaf to complaints, they wait upon the ill, Authority intoxicates, And makes mere sots of magistrates; Dryden. 70 AUTHORITY. AUTUMN. By this the fool commands the wise, And cowards make the brave submit. Butler. Authority is a disease and cure, Which men can neither want nor will endure. Butler. Not from grey hairs authority doth flow, Authority kept up, old age secures, "Thus far and no farther," when addressed Denham. That never ought to be, the lot of man. Cowper. To AUTUMN. THEN came the Autumne, all in yellow clad, reape the ripened fruit the which the earth had yold. Not spring or summer's beauty hath such grace Spenser. Mark how the summer kindly takes her leave, Donne. And see! how fast advancing o'er the plain Autumn departs.-From Gala's fields no more Come rural sounds, our kindred banks to cheer; Blest with the stream, and gale that wafts it o'er, No more the distant reaper's mirth we hear; The last blithe shout hath died upon our ear; And harvest-home hath hush'd the clanging wain; Save where, sad laggard of the autumnal train, Some age-struck wanderer gleans few ears of scattered grain. Deem'st thou, these sadden'd scenes have pleasure still? Lov'st thou through autumn's fading realms to stray, To see the heath-flower wither'd on the hill, To note the red leaf shivering on the spray, O! if such scenes thou lov'st, scorn not the minstrel's strain. Season of mists, and mellow fruitfulness! Conspiring with him how to load and bless Scott. With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Keats. 72 AUTUMN. AVARICE. But see the fading many-coloured woods, To sooty dark. These now the lonesome muse Thomson. Cold grew the foggy morn, the day was brief, All green was vanished, save of pine and yew, And the green moss that o'er the gravel spread. Crabbe. AVARICE. AND greedy Avarice by him did ride With precious metall full as they might hold, And right and wrong ylike in equall balance waide. His life was nigh unto death's dore yplaste; And threadbare cote and cobbled shoes he ware, He scarce good morsell all his life did taste, But both from backe and belly still did spare, To fill his bags, and richesse to compare; Yet child, ne kinsman, living had he none To leave them to; but thorough daily care To get, and nightly fear to lose his owne. He led a wretched life unto himselfe unknowne. Most wretched wight whom nothing might suffice, Whose greedy lust did lack in greatest store, Whose need had end, but no end covetise, Whose wealth was want, whose plenty made him poor, Who had enough, yet wished evermore. There grows In my most ill-composed affection, such Spenser. I should cut off the nobles for their lands.-Shakspere. This avarice of praise in times to come, Dryden. Unnumbered maladies man's joints invade, He turns with anxious heart and crippled hands Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes, Of age's avarice I cannot see What colour, ground, or reason there can be; Pale avarice in vulgar minds Both make that costly sacrifice Both start alike, to gain a good Denham. C. C. Colton. |