Grief. Spenser. NEXT him went Griefe and Fury, matcht yfere; Dying each day with inward wounds of Dolour's dart. MOST subject is the fattest soil to weeds; LIKE a pent-up flood, swoln to the height, Grief. Shakspeare. My Grief lies all within, And these external manners of laments WITH that adowne, out of her christall eyne, OH, break, my Heart!—poor bankrupt, break at once! Grief. — Shakspeare. No, I'll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this Heart Nrief.- La Rochefoucauld. THERE are divers sorts of hypocrisy in Grief. In one, under pretext of lamenting the loss of a person who is dear to us, we lament ourselves, we lament the diminution of our Advantages, of our Pleasures, of our Consideration. We regret the good opinion that was entertained of us. Thus the Dead get the credit of tears which are only shed for the Living. I call this a species of hypocrisy, because in this sort of Grief we deceive ourselves. There is yet another species of Tears which have very petty sources, which flow easily, and as easily are dried: we weep to acquire the reputation of a tender Heart; we weep to be pitied; we weep to be wept over; in fine, we weep to avoid the shame of not weeping. Grief. — Martial. SHE grieves sincerely who grieves when alone. Grief. Shakspeare. That once was mistress of the field, and flourished, Grief.- Pliny. HOWEVER, I by no means wish to become less susceptible of I Tenderness. I know these kind of misfortunes would be estimated by other persons only as common losses, and from such Sensations they would conceive themselves great and wise men. shall not determine either their Greatness or their Wisdom; but I am certain they have no Humanity. It is the part of a man to be affected with Grief, to feel Sorrow, at the same time that he is to resist it, and to admit of Comfort. Grief. Shakspeare. Ан, cut my lace asunder! That my pent Heart may have some scope to beat, Grief. Shakspeare. SPIRITS of Peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? WHEN remedies are past, the Griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a Mischief that is past and gone, Is the next way to draw new Mischief on. What cannot be preserved when Fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the Thief; Grief. Byron. HIDE thy Tears— I do not bid thee not to shed them-'twere 'TIS double Death to drown in ken of shore: He ten times pines, that pines beholding food: MEN Can counsel, and speak comfort to that Grief, To be so moral, when he shall endure Grovellers. — Persius. O SOULS, in whom no heavenly Fire is found, Grumbling. Graves. EVERY one must see daily instances of people who complain from a mere Habit of Complaining. Grumbling. — Greville. THERE is an unfortunate disposition in a man to attend much more to the Faults of his companions which offend him, than to their Perfections which please him. Guilt. — Milton. EARTH felt the wound, and Nature from her seat IT is almost as difficult to make a man unlearn his Errors as his Habit. Seneca. TO things which you bear with Impatience you should accustom yourself, and, by Habit, you will bear them well. Habit. Tucker. THERE are Habits contracted by bad example, or bad management, before we have Judgment to discern their approaches, or because the eye of Reason is laid asleep, or has not compass of view sufficient to look around on every quarter. Habit. Shakspeare. KEEP a Gamester from the dice, and a good Student from his book, and it is wonderful. Habit. Horace. A NEW Cask will long preserve the Tincture of the liquor with which it is first impregnated. Habit. Shakspeare. THAT monster, Custom, who all sense doth eat That to the use of Actions fair and good To the next Abstinence: the next more easy: Happiness. — From the French. THE Happiness of the human race in this world does not consist in our being devoid of Passions, but in our learning to command them. Happiness. Addison. TRUE Happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise; it arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one's self and in the next, from the Friendship and Conversation of a few select Companions: false Happiness loves to be in a crowd, and to draw the eyes of the world upon her. She does not receive any Satisfaction from the applauses which she gives herself, but from the admiration which she raises in others. Happiness. — Shakspeare. THEY are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing: It is no mean Happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean: Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but Competency lives longer. Happiness. Goldsmith. EVERY mind seems capable of entertaining a certain quantity of Happiness, which no institutions can increase, no circumstances alter, and entirely independent on Fortune. Let any man compare his present Fortune with the past, and he will probably find himself, upon the whole, neither better nor worse than formerly. Happiness. — Steele. INDOLENCE of body and mind, when we aim at no more, is very frequently enjoyed; but the very inquiry after Happiness has something restless in it, which a man who lives in a series of temperate meals, friendly conversations, and easy slumbers, gives himself no trouble about it. While men of Refinement are talking of Tranquillity, he possesses it. Happiness. — Thomson. EVEN not all these, in one rich lot combined, Happiness. Shakspeare. THE bitter past, more welcome is the Sweet. Happiness. —Pope. ORDER is heaven's first law; and this confest, If all are equal in their Happiness: Heaven breathes through every member of the whole. |