CUSTOM-HABIT. May screaming night-fiends, hot in recreant gore, ROBERT TREAT PAINE But curses are like arrows shot upright, 169 CUSTOM-HABIT. All habits gather by unseen degrees, Custom's the world's great idol we adore, DRYDEN'S Ovid. And, knowing this, we seek to know no more. Our ripen'd eye confirms us to believe. POMFRET. A custom More honour'd in the breach than the observance. SHAKSPEARE. How use doth breed a habit in a man! SHAKSPEARE. Custom does often reason overrule, And only serves for reason to the fool. ROCHESTER. Custom forms us all; Our thoughts, our morals, our most fix'd belief. AARON HILL Custom, 't is true, a venerable tyrant, O'er servile man extends her blind dominion. THOMSON The absent danger greater still appears ; And less he fears, who's near the thing he fears. From a safe port, 't is easy to give counsel. DANIEL. SHAKSPEARE. We've scotch'd the snake, not k ll'd it, She'll close, and be herself; while our poor malice For he that stands upon a slippery place, Let terror strike slaves mute; SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Much danger makes great hearts most resolute. What is danger MARSTON More than the weakness of our apprehension ? Were made the masters of it. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. That they will seek for peril as a pleasure. BYRON. DAY-MORNING- NIGHT, &c. Dark night that from the eye its function takes, It pays the hearing double recompense. SHAKSPEARE. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. SHAKSPEARE. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day SHAKSPEARE. But look! the moon, in russet mantle clad, Oft till the star, that rose at evening bright, SHAKSPEARE. Towards heaven's descent had sloped his westerning wheel Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beasts and birds, MILTON. They to their grassy couch, these to their nests MILTON'S Paradise Lost Twilight, short arbiter 'twixt day and night. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 172 DAY-MORNING- NIGHT, &c. Sweet is the breath of morn; her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. The sun had long since, in the lap BUTLER'S Hudibras. The morning lark, the messenger of day, And soon the sun arose with beams so bright, That all th' horizon laugh'd, to see the joyous sight. DRYDEN. See! the night wears away, and cheerful morn, ROWE. This dead of night, this silent hour of darkness, ROWE. O, treach'rous night! Thou lend'st thy ready veil to every treason, And teeming mischiefs thrive beneath thy shade! The waking dawn, AARON HILL. When night-fallen dews, by day's warm courtship won, Nature, new-blossom'd, shed her colours round; The dew-bent primrose kiss'd the breeze-swept ground. -The approach of night, AARON HIL. The skies yet blushing with departing light, POPE Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, 173 COWPER'S Task. Night, sable goddess, from her ebon throne, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. Now the sun, so faintly glancing Day glimmer'd in the east, and the white moon Совв. ROGERS's Italy. The quiet night, now dappling, 'gan to wane, The morn is up again, the dewy morn, BYRON'S Island. With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain❜d no tomb- BYRON'S Childe Harold. Night wanes-the vapours, round the mountains curl'd, BYRON'S Lara. Al was so still, so soft, in earth and air, BYRON'S Lara, |