By nature great, are conscious of their greatness, 9. My soul is open to the charms of praise: ROWE. WHITEHEAD'S Roman Father. 10. In praising Chloris, moon, and stars, and skies, Are quickly made to match her face and eyes; And gold and rubies, with as little care, To fit the colour of her lips and hair; And mixing suns, and flowers, and pearls and stones, 11. For praise, that 's due, does give no more To worth than what it had before; But, to commend without desert, Requires a mastery of art, That sets a glass on what's amiss, BUTLER. And says what should be, not what is. BUTLER. 12. The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, YOUNG'S Love of Fame. 13. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation. 14. A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation. 276 FLATTERY-SYCOPHANT - PRAISE. GAY'S Trivia. 15. To hear his soothing tales, she feigns delays; What woman can resist the force of praise? 20. Praise of the wise and good !—it is a meed POPE. SIR E. BRYDGES. 21. Oh! it is worse than mockery to list the flatt'rer's tone, To lend a ready ear to thoughts the cheek must blush to own, To hear the red lip whisper'd of, and the flowing curl, and eye, Made constant theme of eulogy extravagant and high- not To the perfect charm of virtue, and the majesty of thought. 22. Oh! when the breath of flattery is warm upon thine ear, And manly brows are bending in humble suppliance near, May no dream of tenderness arise, which earth may not fulfil, And no fountain open in thy heart, which Time hath power to chill! FLOWERS-FRUITS. J. G. WHITTIER. 1. Sweet garland wreaths Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils. MILTON'S Comus. 2. Where peaches glow with sunny dyes, GAY'S Fables. 3. Here, scatter'd wild, the lily of the vale 4. Where opening roses breathing sweets diffuse, 5. She looks as clear As morning roses, newly wash'd in dew. THOMSON. POPE. SHAKSPEARE. SOMERVILE'S Chase. 6. The fragrant orange, with bright golden rind. Which bears at once the cup, and milk, and fruit. 9. The little flow'rets raise their heads, And bloom as gaily on the grave, 11. Half hidden from the eye, Fair as a star, when only one BYRON'S Island. Richmond Republican. Like sweet thoughts that come 12. In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, WORDSWORTH. BARRY CORNWALL. And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; J. G. PERCIVAL. 13. The evergreen stern Winter's power derides, Like hope, that in misfortune's storm abides. 14. Yes, lovely flower, I find in thee Wild sweetness which no words express, That dwell not in the pride of dress. LANGHORNE. A daintiness about these early flowers, N. P. WILLIS. 16. Oh! the flowers look upward in every place, Through this beautiful world of ours, And, dear as a smile on an old friend's face, 1. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit. SHAKSPEARE. 2. He who digs hills because they do aspire, Throws down one mountain, to cast up a higher. Dress'd in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glossy essence-like an angry ape— Plays such fantastic tricks, before high heaven, SHAKSPEARE. 5. Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. MILTON. |