Young. 3 2 3 AMBITION. Ambition, in the truly noble mind, With sister... Virtue, is for ever joined. In meaner minds, Ambition works alone, st But, with sly art, | puts Virtue's aspect on. No mask, in basest mind, Ambition wears, But, in full light, | pricks up her ass's ears. AMBITION DISSATISFIED.— Young. Consult the ambitious,-'tis ambition's cure: 5 f.st 3 2 e 4 3 ་་ "And is this all?" cried Cæsar, [in his height, AMBITION REPENTED.— Brooke. Oh! that some villager, [whose early toil e Had claimed my birth! ambition had not then Thus stept 'twixt me and heaven. 4 ch He climbs, he pants, he grasps them. At his heels, And with a dextrous jerk | soon twists him down, ex And wins them,... but to lose them in his turn. 3 ANCESTRY.- - Alex. Bell. If we must look to ancestry for fame, Let us at least deal justly with mankind. Why should we rake the ashes of the dead For honours only? why conceal their crimes? We snatch our fathers' glories from the dust, 4 e And wear them [as our own: | Why should we seek To cover with oblivion their shames? st The frailties of our sires, [set full in view | Might teach their children modesty. 4v : 1 4 e ANGER.- -Baillie. 3 e Out upon thee, fool! Go, speak thy... comforts To spirits tame and abject as thyself; 2v They make me... mad. 4 3 m [4 st 3 pr pl Wealth in the gross is death, but life diffused; [As poison heals, in just proportion used : In heaps, like ambergris, | a stink it lies, But, well dispersed, is incense to the skies. BEAUTY.—Baillie. To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, Subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul; Yea, put a bridle in the lion's mouth, And lead him forth as a domestic cur. These are the triumphs of all powerful beauty! Oh! dark, dark, dark, [amid the blaze of noon, | Irrevocably dark-total eclipse— mon 28 Without all hope of day! | O, first created beam, and thou, great Word, st.or ir pl "Let there be light," and light was [over all; ↓ Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? 3 Shall die forgotten all: the poor, the prisoner, Who daily own the bounty of thy hand, | exp Shall cry to Heaven, and pull a blessing on thee. CHILDHOOD. 3 4 e The world of a child's imagination is the creation of a far holier spell than hath been ever wrought [by the pride of learning, or the inspiration of poetic fancy. Innocence that thinketh no evil; ignorance that apprehendeth none; hope that hath experienced no blight: love that suspecteth no guile: these are its ministering angels! these wield a wand of power, making this 2 s earth a paradise!—Time, [hard, rigid teacher! | Reality, [rough, stern reality! | World, [cold, heartless world! that ever your > 3 a tr ex j sad experience, your sombre truths, your killing cold, your withering success, could scare those gentle spirits from their holy q exp 3 2 temple! And wherewith do ye replace them? With caution, | that repulses confidence, | with doubt, [that repelleth love; | e with reason that dispelleth delusion; with fear, [that poisoneth enjoyment; in a word, with knowledge.—that fatal fruit, the pl tasting whereof, [at the first onset, | cost us paradise. 4 e Commentators each dark passage shun. And hold their... farthing candle to the sun Patience! Hence,-that word was made For brutes of burthen, not for birds of prey;- Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine, His. ... milk-white hand the palm is hardly clean. But here and there, an ugly smutch appears. 1 Exp 4 qe Foh! 'twas a bribe that left it. Corruption. 2 st He has touched The intent and not the deed | 3 Is in our power; and therefore, who dares greatly, Does greatly. CONFLICTING PASSIONS. Shakespeare. I pr'ythee, daughter, do not make me mad! I will not trouble thee! my child, farewell! We'll no more meet, no more see one another! 2 Exp <. > But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter, 4qe Hv Or, rather, a disease that's in my flesh- A plague-sore-an embossed carbuncle, 3f s In my corrupted blood... But I'll notchide thee : Or tr Let shame come when it will. I do not call it. I do not bid the thunder-bearer strike, Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove : 4f Ex Mend, when thou canst; be better—at thy leisure! 2 Torture thou mayst, but... thou shalt ne'er despise me. The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear; And sighs and cries [by nature grow on pain: 4e< 5 v not mine The groans that issue, or the tears that fall; pr They disobey me! [On the rack | I scorn thee. 4 Use every man according to his desert, and who shall escape 3 st 4 whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity: the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. 3 sad 2 q within me,— The fountain of my heart dried up With nought that lov'd me, and with nought to love, mon I stood upon the desert earth... alone; 8. tr And in that deep and utter agony, | [Though then, [than ever | most unfit to die, | Ꭶ I fell upon my knees, and prayed for death. As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, |