COWARDICE - FEAR. There's nothing like manoeuvering in season, To think in maidenhood their lives will doze off, That Cash's eldest son will make advances. When happy lovers meet DAWES' Geraldine. In some lone spot, where not a sound is heard Save their own sighs, or the unequal beat Of their young hearts to tender wishes stirr'd, As hand seeks hand, and meeting glances tell The unutter'd tale of love too sweetly well. MRS. A. B. WELBY 159 COWARDICE - FEAR. His hand did quake, And tremble like a leaf of aspen green, SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. Thereat he smitten was, with great affright, SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. Cowards die many times before their death; And extreme fear can neither fight nor fly, SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 160 COWARDICE - FEAR. And, though he posted e'er so fast, 'Think not, coward, wit can hide the shame Of hearts, which, while they dare not strike for fear, Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full, LORD BROOKE. THOMSON'S Seasons. Grac'd with a sword, but worthier of a fan. Cowper. My blood ran back, My shaking knees against each other knock'd On the cold pavement down I fell entranc'd, Dryden. The wretch that fears to drown, will break thro' flames; Imagination frames events unknown, CIBBER HANNAH MORE. CREDULITY - DOUBT. As mongrels bay the lion in a cage. Must I consume my life-this little life, DR. JOHNSON. BYRON'S Sardanapalus. It has a strange, quick jar upon the ear, This cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off or so. BYRON'S Don Juan. And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour before, 161 BYRON'S Childe Harold. Go-let thy less than woman's hand BYRON's Bride of Abydos. Hope, fear, and love, Joy, doubt, and hate, may other spirits move, CRABBE. CREDULITY-DOUBT. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win SHAKSPEARE. Oh, how this tyrant, doubt, torments my breast! OTWAY. A daring infidel, (and such there are, Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. Your noblest natures are most credulous. Security's blind nurse, the dream of fools, CHAPMAN. And shall we own such judgment? No; as soon Seek roses in December, ice in June, Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff, Believe a woman, or an epitaph. MASON. BYRON'S English Bards, &c. CRITICISM-STYLE-TASTE. Who shall dispute what the Reviewers say! CHURCHILL. CRITICISM-STYLE-TASTE. Critics to plays for the same end resort On me, when dunces are satiric, Be that my motto, and my fate. CONGREVE DEAN SWIFT. Hot, noisy, envious, proud, the scribbling fry Let such teach others, who themselves excel, 163 YOUNG. POPE'S Essay on Criticism. Some have at first for wits, then poets pass'd; Turn'd critics next, and prov'd plain fools at last. Some neither can for wits nor critics pass, As heavy mules are neither horse nor ass. POPE'S Essay on Criticism. A perfect judge will read each work of wit POPE'S Essay on Criticism. Neglect the rule each verbal critic lays, POPE'S Essay on Criticism. Some to conceit alone their taste confine, POPE'S Essay on Criticism. |