Greatness. — Seneca.

THERE is as much Greatness of Mind in the owning of a good turn as in the doing of it; and we must no more force a Requital out of season, than be wanting in it.

Greatness. — Byron.

UNEQUAL fortune

Made him my debtor for some courtesies,
Which bind the good more firmly.

Greatness. — La Rochefoucauld.

THERE is a kind of Elevation which does not depend on fortune. It is a certain air which distinguishes us, and seems to destine us for great things; it is a Price which we imperceptibly set on ourselves. By this quality we usurp the Deference of other men; and it puts us, in general, more above them than Birth, Dignity, or even Merit itself.

Greatness. Shakspeare.

BE great in act, as you have been in thought;
Be stirring as the time; be Fire with fire;
Threaten the Threat'ner, and outface the brow
Of bragging Horror: so shall inferior eyes,
That borrow their behaviours from the great,
Grow great by your Example, and put on
The dauntless spirit of Resolution.

Greatness. — Addison.

TRUE Fortitude is seen in great exploits
That Justice warrants, and that Wisdom guides:
All else is tow'ring Phrensy and Distraction.

Greatness. Thomson.

BUT to the generous still improving Mind,
That gives the hopeless heart to sing for joy,
Diffusing kind Beneficence around,

Boastless, as now descends the silent dew;
To him the long review of order'd life
Is inward rapture, only to be felt.

Greatness. — Shakspeare.

I LOVE the People,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes:
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud Applause, and aves vehement:
Nor do I think the man of safe Discretion,
That does affect it.

Greatness. — Shakspeare.

SOME are born Great, some achieve Greatness,
And some have Greatness thrust upon them.
Greatness. Shakspeare.
LET me not live,

After my Flame lacks oil, to be the snuff
Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses
All but new things disdain; whose Judgments are
Mere fathers of their Garments; whose constancies
Expire before their Fashions.

Greatness.-Shakspeare.

'TIS certain, Greatness, once fallen out with Fortune,
Must fall out with men too: what the declined is,
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others,
As feel in his own fall; for men, like Butterflies,
Show not their mealy wings but to the Summer.

Greatness. — Young.

'Tis great, 'tis manly, to disdain disguise;
It shows our Spirit, or it proves our strength.
Greatness. Shakspeare.

I HAVE ventured,

Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of Glory;
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown Pride
At length broke under me; and now has left me,
Weary, and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Vain Pomp, and Glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new open'd.

I know myself now; and I feel within me
A Peace above all earthly dignities,

A still and quiet Conscience.

Greatness. — Pope.

IN parts superior what advantage lies?
Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise?
'Tis but to know how little can be known;
To see all others' faults, and feel our own:
Condemn'd in Business or in arts to drudge,
Without a second, or without a Judge:

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking Land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Painful Pre-eminence! yourself to view
Above life's weakness, and its comforts too.

Greatness. — Rowe.

GREAT Minds, like Heaven, are pleased in doing Good,
Though the ungrateful subjects of their favours
Are barren in return.

Greatness. — Young.

HIGH Stations tumult, but not bliss, create:
None think the Great unhappy, but the Great.

Greatness.-Pope.

BRING then these Blessings to a strict account;
Make fair deductions; see to what they 'mount:
How much of other each is sure to cost;
How much for other oft is wholly lost;
How inconsistent greater goods with these
How sometimes Life is risk'd, and always Ease;
Think, and if still the things thy envy call,

Say, would'st thou be the man to whom they fall?
To sigh for ribbons, if thou art silly,

Mark how they grace Lord Umbra, or Sir Billy.
Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life?
Look but on Gripus, or on Gripus' wife.
If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of Mankind.
Greatness. — Byron.

FROM my youth upward
My Spirit walk'd not with the Souls of men,
Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes;
The thirst of their Ambition was not mine,
The aim of their Existence was not mine;
My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers,
Made me a Stranger.

Greatness. — Thomson.

'Tis hardship, toil; 'Tis sleepless nights, and never-resting days; 'Tis pain, 'tis danger, 'tis affronted Death; 'Tis equal fate for all, and changing Fortune; That rear the mind to Glory, that inspire The noblest Virtues, and the gentlest Manners. Greatness. — Joanna Baillie. HE died that Death which best becomes a man,

Who is with keenest sense of conscious ill And deep Remorse assail'd, a wounded Spirit. A death that kills the Noble and the Brave, And only them. He had no other wound.

Greatness. Thomson.

REAL Glory

Springs from the silent conquest of ourselves;
And without that the Conqueror is naught
But the first slave.

Grief. Shakspeare.

THE violence of either Grief or Joy

Their own enactures with themselves destroy:
Where Joy most revels, Grief doth most lament;
Grief joys, Joy grieves, on slender accident.
Grief. — Greville.

WHAT an argument in favour of social connections is the observation that by communicating our Grief we have less, and by communicating our Pleasure we have more.

Grief. Shakspeare.

GIVE me no help in Lamentation,

I am not barren to bring forth laments:

All springs reduce their currents to mine Eyes,
That I, being govern'd by the watery moon,
May send forth plenteous Tears to drown the world!
Grief. — Dryden.

MINE is a Grief of fury, not Despair!

And if a manly drop or two fall down,
It scalds along my cheeks, like the green wood,
That sputtering in the flames, works outward into Tears.

Grief.-Shakspeare.

GRIEF softens the Mind,

And makes it fearful and degenerate.

Grief. — Metastasio.

IF the internal Griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite Envy, would appear to be

objects of Pity?

Grief. Shakspeare.
WEEP I cannot,

But my heart bleeds.

Grief. Shakspeare.

OH how her eyes and tears did lend and borrow!
Her eyes seen in the Tears, tears in her eye;
Both crystals, where they view'd each other's Sorrow;
Sorrow, that friendly Sighs sought still to dry;

But like a stormy day, now wind, now rain,
Sighs dry her cheeks, Tears make them wet again.

S

Grief. — Joanna Baillie.

I'LL do whate'er thou wilt, I will be silent;
But oh! a reined Tongue, and bursting Heart,
Are hard at once to bear.

Grief. Shakspeare.

OH, what a noble Combat hast thou fought,
Between compulsion and a brave respect!
Let me wipe off this honourable Dew,
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks.
My Heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation :

But this effusion of such manly drops,

This shower, blown up by Tempest of the Soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed,
Than had I seen the vaulty top of Heaven
Figured quite o'er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow,

And with a great heart heave away this storm.
Commend these waters to those baby-eyes,
That never saw the giant World enraged;
Nor met with Fortune, other than at feasts,
Full-warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
Grief. Thomson.

SWEET Source of every virtue,
O Sacred Sorrow! he who knows not thee,
Knows not the best emotions of the Heart,
Those tender Tears that humanize the Soul,
The Sigh that charms, the Pang that gives delight.

I

Grief, Joanna Baillie.

FELT a sudden tightness grasp my throat

As it would strangle me: such as I felt,

I knew it well, some twenty years ago,

When my good father shed his Blessing on me:
I hate to weep, and so I came away.

Grief. Shakspeare.

SHE Shook

The holy water from her heavenly eyes,

And clamour moisten'd: then away she started
To deal with Grief alone.

Grief. Shakspeare.

OH! Grief hath changed me, since you saw me last And careful hours with Time's deformed hand

Have written strange defeatures in my Face.