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AMBITION. Alas! ambition makes my little less ; Embitt'ring the possess'd: Why wish for more . Wishing, of all employments, is the worst ; Philosophy's reverse, and health's decay !
Young's Night Thoughts, n. 4.
Thy bosom burns for pow'r;
Ibid, n. 6.
Ibid, n. 7. Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd, it shrinks to nothing in the grasp. Consult th' ambitious, 'tis ambition's cure. And is This all I cry'd Cæsar, at his height, Disgusted.
Ibid. So strong the zeal t’immortalize himself . Beats in the breast of man, that ev'n a few Few transient years won from the abyss abhorr'd Of blank oblivion seem a glorious prize, And even to a clown.
Cowper's Task, b. 1.
Dream after dream ensues, And still they dream that they shall still succeed, And still are disappointed. Cowper's Task, b. 3.
On the summit, see, The seals of office glitter in his eyes ; He climbs, he pants, he grasps them. At his heels, Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends, And with a dextrous jerk soon twists him down, And wins them, but to lose them in his turn.
Ibid, b. 4. ANGELS. Thus they in Heaven, above the starry sphere, Their happy hours in joy and hymning spent.
Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 3. Whose easier business were to serve their Lord High up in Heav'n, with songs to hymn his throne, And practis'd distances to cringe, not fight.
Ibid, b. 4. Angels, contented with their fame in Heaven, Seek not the praise of men.
Ibid, b. 6.
The elephant is never won with anger;
Dryden's Duke of Guise.
Rowe's Jane Shore, a. 4, s. 1.
Those hearts that start at once into a blaze,
C. Johnson's Medwa.
Young's Busiris, a. l. When anger rushes, unrestrain'd to action, Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way. The man of thought strikes deepest, and strikes safely.
Savage's Sir Thomas Overbury. My indignation like th' imprisoned fire, Pent in the troubled breast of glowing Ætna, Burnt deep and silent. Thomson's Coriolanus. Out upon thee, fool! Go speak thy comforts To spirits tame and abject as thyself: . They make me mad. Baillie's Ethwald, a. 4, s. 7.
Patience ! Hence-that word was made
Byron's Manfred, a. 2, s. 1.
Byron's Doge of Venice, a. 1, s. 2. Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his face, Thrice chang'd with pale ire, envy, and despair ; Which marr’d his borrow'd visage, and betray'd Him counterfeit. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 4.
Senseless, and deformed, Convulsive anger storms at large; or pale And silent, settles into fell revenge.
Thomson's Seasons-Spring. For pale and trembling anger rushes in, With fault'ring speech, and eyes that wildly stare; Fierce as the tiger, madder than the seas, Desperate, and arm'd with more than human strength. Armstrong's Art of Preserving Health, b. 4.
Let cavillers deny That brutes have reason ; sure 'tis something more, 'Tis Heaven directs, and stratagems inspire, Beyond the short extent of human thought.
Somervile's Chase, b. 2. The heart is hard in nature, and unfit For human fellowship, as being void Of sympathy, and therefore dead alike To love and friendship both, that is not pleased With sight of animals enjoying life, Nor feels their happiness augment his own.
Cowper's Task, b. 6 APPEARANCES.
He has I know not what, Of greatness in his looks, and of high fate That almost awes me. Dryden's Marriage a la Mode. That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, Contains the shining treasure of a soul Resolv'd and brave. Dryden's Don Sebastian. Why should the sacred character of virtue Shine on a villain's countenance. Ye powers! . Why fix'd you not a brand on treason's front, That we might knowť avoid perfidious mortals.
Thy plain and open nature sees mankind
Appearances deceive, And this one maxim is a standing rule, Men are not what they seem. Havard's Scanderbeg.
City, country, all, Is in a gay triumphant tempest toss'd, I scarce could press along. The trumpet's voice Is lost in loud repeated shouts, that raise Your name to Heaven. Thomson's Agamemnon. Then give a general shout, and send scared echo, Even to the frighted ears of tyranny.
Sir A. Hunt's Julian. At which the universal host up sent A shout, that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
Milton's Paradise Lost, b. I
The hollow abyss
Ibid, b. 2.
Ibid. b. 3, He said, and as the sound of waters deep Hoarse Murmur echo'd to his words applause Through the infinite host.
Ibid, b. 5.