CONTENTMENT-continued. Let's live with that small pittance which we have; Who covets more, is evermore a slave. Herrick, Aph. 122. Who with a little cannot be content, Endures an everlasting punishment. Herrick, Aph. 112. I rise in the morning early, study moderately, Since every man who lives is born to die, Otway. Dryden, Palamon and Arcite, 3. Since all great souls still make their own content, Dryden. They cannot want who wish not to have more: Dryden. Content is wealth, the riches of the mind; And happy he who can that treasure find. Dryden. Content thyself to be obscurely good : Addison, Cato, IV. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, Nor found they lagg'd too slow, nor flew too fast; Some place the bliss on action, some on ease; Prior. Pope. Collins. John Phillips, Splendid Shilling. Man's rich with little, were his judgment true; Nature is frugal, and her wants are few: Those few wants answer'd, bring sincere delights; Young. Happy the life, that in a peaceful stream, Obscure, unnoticed through the vale has flow'd; The heart that ne'er was charm'd by fortune's gleam This is the charm, by sages often told, Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed, He, fairly looking into life's account, Saw frowns and favours were of like amount; Than he who, in his cot at rest, Finds heavenly peace a willing guest, And bears the promise in his breast Of treasure in the skies? Percival. Kirke White. Crabbe. Mrs. Sigourney. What tho' we quit all glitt'ring pomp and greatness, We shall enjoy content: in that alone Is greatness, power, wealth, honour, all summ'd up. CONTROVERSY. Soon their crude notions with each other fought; As if divinity had catch'd The itch on purpose to be scratch'd. Prior. Denham. Butler, Hud. 1, 1. 163. CONTROVERSY-CONVERSATION. CONTROVERSY—continued. When civil dudgeon first grew high, And made them fight, like mad or drunk, 93 Butler, Hud. 1, 1. 1. Dryden. Wild controversy then, which long had slept, Into the press from ruined cloisters leapt. The good old man, too eager in dispute, Damn'd all for heretics who durst oppose. Dryden, Re. 237. Destroy his fib, or sophistry, in vain; Great contest follows, and much learned dust CONVERSATION. Pope. Cowper, Task, III. 161. Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe. Pope, E. M. xv. 379. A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows or makes you both polite and wise. Young, L. F. 5. But conversation, choose what theme we may, And chiefly when religion leads the way, Should flow, like waters after summer show'rs, Not as if raised by mere mechanic powers. Cowper, Conv. 703. Discourse may want an animated no, To brush the surface, and to make it flow; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease. Cowper, Con. 101. His talk is like a stream which runs Praed, The Vicar. 94 CONVERTS. CONVERTS-COQUETTE. More proselytes and converts use t' accrue To false persuasions than the right and true; For error and mistakes are infinite, While truth has but one way to be i' the right. Butler, M. T. COOKS. Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses, Milton. L'Alleg. 85. Heaven sends us good meat; but the devil sends cooks. Garrick, Epigr. on Goldsmith's Retal. COPYING-COPYIST. To copy beauties forfeits all pretence To fame; to copy faults is want of sense. Churchill, Ros. 457. A barren-spirited fellow: one that feeds On objects, arts, and imitations; Which, out of use, and staled by other men, COQUETTE. The maid, whom now you court in vain, Sh. Jul. C. Iv. 1. Horace (Francis). Herrick. Gay, Fables. Gay, Dione. The vain coquette each suit disdains, 4 Gay, Fables. COQUETTE-continued. COQUETTE. See how the world its veterans rewards! 95 Pope, M. E. 2. With every pleasing, every prudent part, There affectation, with a sickly mien, Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen; Ibid. Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show. Pope, Ra. of L Pope, Ra. of L. Nymph of the mincing mouth, and languid eye, And flutt'ring heart, of leaves of aspen made. Peter Pindar. To some she whispers, others speaks aloud; To some she curtsies, and to some she dips. Byron, Beppo. Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and offing On a lee shore, till it begins to blow; Then sees your heart wreck'd with an inward scoffing: This works a world of sentimental woe, Byron. And sends new Werters yearly to their coffin. Ib. D. J. XII. 63. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives to woman's breast, Than one true manly lover blest. Thomas Moore. |