244 EXCELLENCE - MERIT-WORTH. Angels attend thee! May their wings Should wait on one so good as thou. But there are deeds which should not pass away, Aud names that must not wither. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Of many charms, to her as natural As sweetness to the flower, or salt to ocean. I think of thee, sweet lady, as of one Kindred with those around, yet brighter far. MRS. A. B. WELBY. The noble mind, unconscious of a fault, EXCESS-EXECUTION. All oeaming with light as those young features are, One in whose love, I felt, were given And all the senses burn for here! the 45 MOORE MOORE's Loves of the Angels. The fame that a man wins himself, is best; That he may call his own. Honours put on him EXCESS. (See DRINKING.) MIDDLETON EXECUTION. "Tis now past midnight, and, by eight to-morrow, Thou must be made immortal. If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. See they suffer death; But in their deaths remember they are men ; Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous. 21* ADDISON'S Cato. Slave! do thine office! Strike as I struck the foe! strike as I would Have struck those tyrants! strike deep as my curse! Strike-and but once! BYRON'S Marino Faliero These the last accents Hugo spoke, BYRON'S Parisina. EXERCISE. Nobody's healthful without exercise; He does allot for every exercise A several hour; for sloth, the nurse of vices, Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth ALEYN. MASSINGER. SIIAKSPEARE. Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, EXILE EXPECTATION. Rise early, and take exercise in plenty, 247 But be not long, for in the tedious minutes, Uncertainty ! Fell demon of our fears! the human soul, "Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir, And sighs for sables which he must not wear. FROWDE MALLET. BYRON'S Lara Oh! how impatience gains upon the soul What spectres rise of inconsistent fear! MRS. TIGHE'S Psyche. To the fond doubting heart, its hopes appear All seem but day dreams of delight too dear! While the scarce-trusted bliss seems but to cheat the eyes MRS. TIGHE'S Psyche 248 EXPERIENCE. EXPERIENCE. To wilful men, The injuries that they themselves procure, He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. -Experience, SHAKSPEARE If wisdom's friend, her best; if not, worst foe. SHAKSPEARE. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. Experience join'd to common sense, To mortals is a providence. GREEN. Some positive, persisting fools we know, POPE'S Essay on Criticism. Experience, wounded, is the school O, teach him, while your lessons last, LORD BROOK. SCOTT's Rokeby. For most men, till by losing render'd sager, Her hopes ne'er drew BYRON'S Bempo. Aught from experience, that chill touchstone whose BYRON'S Islana. |