Love. Moore. OH what, while I could hear and see Such words and looks, was Heaven to me? IT warms me, it charms me, To mention but her Name: And sets me a' on flame! Love.—Mrs. Tighe. OH! have you never known the silent charm Abridge the hours which must in absence roll? WHY dost thou frown upon me? My Blood runs cold, my Heart forgets to heave, Love.. Moore. 'TWAS but for a moment—and yet in that time She crowded th' impressions of many an hour: Her eye had a glow, like the Sun of her clime, Which waked every feeling at once into Flower! Love. - Milton. SO cheer'd he his fair spouse, and she was cheer'd, From either eye, and wiped them with her hair; Love. - Dryden. LOVE, like odorous Zephyr's grateful breath, Repays the Flower that sweetness which it borrow'd; In their own sphere of happiness confest, SHOULD at my feet the world's great master fall, Disappointed Love. Washington Irving. We THE Love of a delicate female is always shy and silent. Even when fortunate, she scarcely breathes it to herself; but when otherwise, she buries it in the recesses of her bosom, and there lets it cower and brood among the ruins of her peace. She is like some tender tree, the pride and beauty of the grove; graceful in its form, bright in its foliage, but with the worm preying at its heart. find it suddenly withering when it should be most fresh and luxuriant. We see it drooping its branches to the earth and shedding leaf by leaf; until, wasted and perished away, it falls even in the stillness of the forest; and as we muse over the beautiful ruin, we strive in vain to recollect the blast or thunderbolt that could have smitten it with decay. Love of Plants. — Claudian. THE very leaves live but to Love, and throughout the lofty grove the happy trees have their amours: the Palm nodding to the Palm, ratifies their leagues; the Poplar sighs for the Poplar's embrace; and the Platanus hisses its love to the Platanus; the Alder to the Alder. Love of the World. Clarendon. THEY take very unprofitable pains who endeavour to persuade men that they are obliged wholly to despise this World and all that is in it, even whilst they themselves live here: God hath not taken all that pains in forming and framing and furnishing and adorning this World, that they who were made by him to live in it should despise it; it will be well enough if they do not love it so immoderately, to prefer it before him who made it. Elderly Love.- Shakspeare. I, AN old Turtle, Will wing me to some wither'd bough, and there Lament till I am lost. THIS royal Throne of Kings, this scepter'd Isle, This Fortress, built by Nature for herself, This blessed plot, this Earth, this Realm, this England, Self-Love.-Shakspeare. SIN of Self-love possesseth all mine eye, MAN is the creature of interest and ambition. His nature leads him forth into the struggle and bustle of the world. Love is but the establishment of his early life, or a song piped in the intervals of the acts. He seeks for fame, for fortune, for space in the world's thought, and dominion over his fellow-men. But a woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures. She sends forth her sympathies on adventure; she embarks her whole soul in the traffic of affection; and if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless-for it is a bankruptcy of the heart. Loyalty. Cowper. WE too are friends to Loyalty. The King who loves the Law; respects his bounds, Freely and with delight, who leaves us free. Lust. Milton. CAPRICIOUS, wanton, bold, and brutal Lust, AS pale and wan as ashes was his looke, Lust. — Milton. BUT when Lust, By unchaste looks, loose Gestures, and foul talk, Lust. Shakspeare. THE expense of spirit in a waste of Shame Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; Before, a Joy proposed; behind, a dream: All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the Heaven that leads men to this Hell. Lust. — Shakspeare. THE flesh being proud, Desire doth fight with Grace, For there it revels, and when that decays, The guilty Rebel for remission prays. Luxury. Shakspeare. Can snore upon the Flint, when restive Sloth Luxury. Johnson. SUCH is the Diligence with which, in countries completely civilized, one part of mankind labour for another, that wants are supplied faster than they can be formed, and the Idle and luxurious find Life stagnate for want of some desire to keep it in motion. This species of Distress furnishes a new set of occupations; and multitudes are busied from day to day in finding the Rich and the Fortunate something to do. Lying. Montaigne. AFTER a tongue has once got the knack of Lying, 'tis not to be imagined how impossible almost it is to reclaim it. Whence it comes to pass that we see some men, who are otherwise very honest, so subject to this vice. Lying. Addison. FALSEHOOD and Fraud grow up in every soil, Lying. From the Latin. THE first step toward useful Knowledge, is to be able to detect Falsehood. Lying. Montaigne. LYING is a hateful and accursed Vice. We are not men, nor have other tie upon one another, but our word. If we did but discover the Horror and consequences of it, we should pursue it with Fire and Sword, and more justly than other Crimes. Madness.-Byron. SHE look'd on many a face with vacant Eye, Madness.- Moore. THIS wretched brain gave way, |