Dear creature! you'd swear,

When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round,

Danced on the joyous hours;

And fairest bosoms

Heav'd happily beneath the winter roses' blossoms:

And it is well;

Youth hath its time,

Merry hearts will merrily chime.

C. P. Cranch

There when the sound of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall,

Of hands across and down the middle. Hers was the subtlest spell by far

Of all that sets young hearts romancing; She was our queen, our rose, our star;

And when she danced-oh, heaven, her dancing! Praed.

He danced without theatrical pretence,
Not like a ballet-master in the van

Of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman.

Byron. Chaste were his steps, each kept within due bound, And elegance was sprinkled o'er his figure; Like swift Camilla, he scarce skimm'd the ground, And rather held in than put forth his vigour. And then he had an ear for music's sound, Which might defy a crotchet critic's rigour. Such classic pas· sans flaws-set off our hero, He glanced like a personified Bolero.

DANDY.

Ev'ry morning does

Willis.

This fellow put himself upon the rack,
With putting on 's apparel, and manfully
Endures his taylor, when he screws and wrests
His body into the fashion of
His doublet.

Shirley's Bird in a Cage. The boot pinched hard - the suffering dandy

sighed!

Mrs. Osgood.

Oh! save me, ye powers, from these pinks of the

nation,

These tea-table heroes! these lords of creation. Salmagundi

DANGER.

The absent danger greater still appears;
Less fears he, who is near the thing he fears.
Daniel's Cleopatra.
Speak, speak, let terror strike slaves mute,
Much danger makes great hearts most resolute.
Marston's Sophonisba.
What is danger

More than the weakness of our apprehensions?
A poor cold part o' th' blood; who takes it hold of?
Cowards and wicked livers: valiant minds
Were made the masters of it.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Chances.

Our dangers and delights are near allies;
From the same stem the rose and prickle rise.
Alyen's Poictiers.
Danger knows full well,

That Cæsar is more dangerous than he:
We are two lions litter'd in one day,
And I the elder and more terrible.

Shaks. Julius Cæsar.

Now I will unclasp a secret book,
And to your quick-conceiving discontents
I'll read you matter deep and dangerous;
As full of peril, and advent'rous spirit,
As to o'erwalk a current, roaring loud,
On the unsteadfast footing of a spear!

Shaks. Henry IV. Part I.

He that stands upon a slippery place,
Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
Shaks. King John.
Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of burning;
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd.
Shaks. Two Gentlemen of Verona.

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it,
She 'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.

DEATH.

Willis.

O. W. Holmes.

And after all came life, and lastly death;
Death with most grim and griesley visage seeno,
Yet he is nought but parting of the breath,
Ne ought to see, but like a shake to weene,
Unbodied, unsoul'd, unheard, unseene.

Spenser's Fairy Queen. Come then, come soon; come, sweetest death to me And take away this long lent loathed light. Sharpe be thy wounds, but sweete the medicines be That long captived soules from weary thraldome Spenser's Fairy Queen

free.

Our lives, cut off In our young prime of years, are like green herbs, With which we strew the hearses of our friends: For as their virtue gather'd, when they're green, Before they wither, or corrupt, is best; So we in virtue are the best for death, While yet we have not liv'd to such an age, That the increasing canker of our sins Hath spread too far upon us.

Tourneur's Atheist's Tragedy.
He could no longer death's expectance bear,
For death is less than death's continual fear.
Aleyn's Henry VII.
O death! why art thou fear'd? why do we think
'Tis such a horrid terror not to be?
Why, not to be, is not to be a wretch,
Why, not to be, is to be like the heav'ns,
Not to be subject to the pow'r of fate:
O there's no happiness but not to be.
Gomersall's Lodovick Sforza.

I buried sorrow for his death,
In the grave with him. I did never think
He was immortal, though, I vow, I grieve,
And see no reason why the vicious,
Virtuous, valiant, and unworthy men
Should die alike.

Massinger and Field's Fatal Dowry.
Fond, foolish man! with fear of death surpris'd,
Which either should be wish'd for, or despis'd:
This, if our souls with bodies death destroy;
That, if our souls a second life enjoy :
What else is to be fear'd? when we shall gain
Eternal life, or have no sense of pain.

The bad man's death is horror; but the just
Keeps something of his glory in his dust.
Habbington's Castare

The wisest men are glad to die; no fear
Of death can touch a true philosopher.
Death sets the soul at liberty to fly,
Which, whilst imprison'd in the body here,
She cannot learn: a true philosopher
Makes death his common practice, while he lives,
And every day, by contemplation, strives
To separate the soul, far as he can,
From off the body.

May's Continuation of Lucan 'Tis mere fondness in our nature,

A certain clownish cowardice, that still
Would stay at home, and dares not venture
Into foreign countries, though better than
Its own-ha-what countries? for we receive
Descriptions of the other world from our divines,
As blind men take relation of this from us.
Suckling's Brennorath

Death is honourable, advantageous,
And necessary: honourable in
Old men to make room for younger;
Advantageous to those that get legacies
By it; and necessary for married
People, that have no other gaol-delivery.
Fane's Love in the Dark.
Oh death! death! death! thou art not half so cruel
In thy destructions of the prosperous
As in not killing wretches that would die.
Fountain's Rewards of Virtue.
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dics.

Shaks. Mea. for Mea.

That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear.

Shaks. Mea. for Mea.
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
Of those, that lawless and uncertain thoughts
Imagine howling!-'t is too horrible!

Shaks. Mea. for Mea. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, imprisonment, Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.

Shaks. Mea. for Mea.

If I must die,

I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms.

Denham.

Shaks. Mca. for Mea