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7. But she led him to the palace gate,

And call'd the sylphs who hover'd there,
And bade them fly and bring him straight
Of clouds condens'd a sable car.

8. As ever ye saw a bubble rise,

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

And shine with a thousand changing dyes,
Till, lessening far, through ether driven,
It mingles with the hues of heaven:
As, at the glimpse of morning pale,
The lance-fly spreads his silken sail,
And gleams with blendings soft and bright,
Till lost in the shade of fading night :—
So rose from the earth the lovely Fay,-
So vanish'd far in heaven away!

9. He put his acorn-helmet on;

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

It was plum'd of the silk of the thistle-down;
The corselet plate, that guarded his breast,

Was once the wild bees' golden vest;

His cloak, of a thousand mingled dyes,
Was form'd of the wings of butterflies;

His shield was the shell of a lady-bug queen,

Studs of gold on a ground of green;

And the quivering lance which he brandish'd bright,
Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight.

10. Swift he bestrode his fiery steed;

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

He bared his blade of the bent grass blue;
He drove his spurs of the cockle-seed,

And away, like a glance of thought, he flew,
To skim the heavens, and follow far

The fiery tail of the rocket-star.

DRAKE'S Culprit Fay.

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1. True faith and reason are the soul's two eyes;
Faith evermore looks upwards and descries
Objects remote; but reason can discover
Things only near-sees nothing that's above her:
They are not matches—often disagree,

And sometimes both are clos'd, and neither see.

2. Faith lights us through the dark to deity;

QUARLES.

Whilst, without sight, we witness that she shows

More God than in his works our eyes can see,

Though none, but by those works, the Godhead knows.

SIR W. DAVENANT.

3. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; He can't be wrong, whose life is in the right.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

4. Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, To break the shock blind Nature cannot shun, And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

5. Death's terror is the mountain faith removes, That mountain-barrier between man and peace: "T is faith disarms destruction, and absolves From every clamorous charge the guiltless tomb.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

6. Fond as we are, and justly fond of faith,

Reason, we grant, demands our first regard;
The mother honour'd, as the daughter dear—
Reason's the root, fair faith is but the flower.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

7. But faith, fanatic faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

8. Vital principle, which keeps my heart

Firm, 'mid the pressure of a thousand ills,
Thou my life's solace and supporter art,

Mingling with bliss the bitter cup it fills.
Far in the future hath thy watcher's glance
Discover'd peace, and many a blissful spot;
While present griefs seem shadows that enhance
The opening glories of thy future lot.

MRS. S. MOWBRAY.

FALSEHOOD-TRUTH - SINCERITY

1. He is a freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside.

2. I cannot hide what I am: I must be

Cowper.

Sad when I have a cause, and smile at no man's
Jests; eat when I have stomach, and wait for
No man's leisure; sleep when I am drowsy,
And tend on no man's business; laugh when I
Am merry, and claw no man in his humour.

3. This, above all, to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

4. In many looks the false heart's history

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

Is writ, in moods, and frowns, and wrinkles strange.
SHAKSPEARE.

5. Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem,
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose is fair, but fairer we it deem,
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

SHAKSPEARE.

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FALSEHOOD-TRUTH, &c.

6. I think good thoughts, while others write good words,
And, like unletter'd clerks, still cry amen
To every hymn that abler spirit affords,
In polish'd form of well refined words.

7. The man of pure and simple heart
Through life disdains a double part;
He never needs the screen of lies,
His inward bosom to disguise.

8.

What he says

SHAKSPEARE.

GAY'S Fubles.

You may believe, and pawn your soul upon it.

SHIRLEY.

9. "Twixt truth and error there's this diff'rence known, Error is fruitful, truth is only one.

HERRICK.

10. Dishonour waits on perfidy. The villain
Should blush to think a falsehood; 't is the crime
Of cowards.

C. JOHNSON.

11. Let falsehood be a stranger to thy lips.

Shame on the policy that first began

To tamper with the heart, to hide its thoughts!
And doubly shame on that inglorious tongue,
That sold its honesty, and told a lie!

12. When fiction rises, pleasing to the eye,

Men will believe, because they love the lie;
But truth herself, if clouded with a frown,
Must have some solemn proof, to pass her down.

13. The sages say, dame Truth delights to dwell,—
Strange mansion!-in the bottom of a well.
Questions are, then, the windlass and the rope,
That pull the grave old gentlewoman up.

HAVARD.

CHURCHILL.

DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar.

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Of Painting or of Sculpture to express
Aught so divine as the fair form of Truth!
The creatures of their art may catch the eye,
But her sweet nature captivates the soul.

CUMBERLAND'S Philemon.

Beyond all contradiction,

The most sincere that ever dealt in fiction.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

16. My smiles must be sincere, or not at all.

17. "T is strange, but true; for truth is always strange,
Stranger than fiction. If it could be told,

How much would novels gain by the exchange!
How differently the world would men behold!

BYRON'S Don Juan.

18. I know the action was extremely wrong; I own it, I deplore it, I condemn it;

But I detest all fiction, even in song,

And so must tell the truth, howe'er you blame it.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

19. I mean to show things as they really are,

Not as they ought to be; for I avow

That till we see what's what in fact, we're far
From much improvement.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

20. First, I would have thee cherish truth,

As leading-star in virtue's train;

Folly may pass, nor tarnish youth,

But falsehood leaves a poison-stain.

MISS ELIZA COOK.

21. Truth, crush'd to earth, shall rise again,-
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.

W. C. BRYANT.

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