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(£0mbergation. — Swift.
OTHING is more generally exploded than the folly of talking too much ; yet I rarely remember to have seen five people together, where some one among them has not been predominant in that kind, to the great constraint and disgust of all the rest. But among such as deal in Multitudes of Words, none are comparable to the sober deliberate Talker, who proceeds with much thought and caution, makes his preface, branches out into several digressions, finds a hint that puts him in mind of another Story, which he promises to tell you when this is done; comes back regularly to his subject, cannot readily call to mind some person's name, holding his head, complains of his memory: the whole Company all this while is in suspense; at length, he says it is no matter, and so goes on. And, to crown the business, it perhaps proves at last a
Story the Company has heard fifty times before.
Cumbergation. — Sir William Temple. HE first ingredient in Conversation is Truth, the next Good Sense, the third Good Humour, and the fourth Wit.
Combergation. —La Rochefoucauld. HE extreme pleasure we take in talking of ourselves should make us fear that we give very little to those who listen to us.
(tombergation. — Swift. NE of the best Rules in Conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the Company can reasonably wish we had rather left unsaid: nor can there any thing be well more contrary to the ends for which people meet together, than to part unsatisfied with each other or themselves.
Combergation. – Voltaire.
HE secret of tiring is to say every thing that can be said on the subject.
(Combergation. —La Rochefoucauld.
NE thing which makes us find so few people who appear reasonable and agreeable in Conversation is, that there is scarcely any one who does not think more of what he is about to say than of answering precisely what is said to him. The cleverest and most complaisant people content themselves with merely showing an attentive Countenance, while we can see in their eyes and mind a wandering from what is said to them, and an impatience to return to what they wish to say ; instead of reflecting that it is a bad method of pleasing or persuading others, to be so studious of pleasing oneself; and that listening well and answering well is one of Combergation. — Colton. WHEN I meet with any that write obscurely, or converse confusedly, I am apt to suspect two things; first, that such persons do not understand themselves; and, secondly, that they are not worthy of being understood by others.
the greatest Perfections that can be attained in Conversation.
Combergiom. — Colton. HE most zealous Converters are always the most rancorous, when they fail of producing Conviction; but when they succeed, they love their new Disciples far better than those whose establishment in the Faith neither excited their zeal to the combat, nor rewarded their prowess with victory.
(stombergion.— Goethe. S to the value of Conversions, God alone can judge. God alone can know how wide are the steps which the soul has to take before it can approach to a Community with him, to the dwelling of the Perfect, or to the Intercourse and Friendship of higher natures. Combibiality. — Armstrong. WHAT dext’rous thousands just within the goal Of wild Debauch direct their nightly coursel Perhaps no sickly qualms bedim their days, No morning admonitions shock the head. But ah! what woes remain 7 life rolls apace, And that incurable disease, old age, In youthful bodies more severely felt, More sternly active, shakes their blasted prime.
(£0mbibiality). — Charles Johnson.
Qsìje (CoQuette. — Joanna Baillie.
In others' Admiration, begs an alms;
Corrupttu (Talent. — Shakspeare.
That he may furnish and instruct great teachers, And never seek for aid out of himself. Yet see, 4. When these so noble benefits shall prov Not well disposed, the mind growing once corrupt, They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly Than ever they were fair. (stortuption. — Burke. HE age unquestionably produces, (whether in a greater or less number than in former times, I know not,) daring Profligates and insidious Hypocrites. What then 7 Am I not to avail myself of whatever good is to be found in the world, because of the mixture of evil that will always be in it? . The smallness of the quantity in currency only heightens the value.
Corruption.— Shakspeare. THAT estates, degrees and offices Were not derived corruptly and that clear Honour Were purchased by the Merit of the wearer How many then should cover, that stand bare! How many be commanded, that command 1 How much low peasantry would then be glean’d From the true seed of honour ! And how much Honour Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, To be new garnish’d (stortuption. — Colton. EN, by associating in large masses, as in camps, and in cities, improve their Talents, but impair their Virtues, and strengthen their Minds, but weaken their Morals; thus a retrocession in the one, is too often the price they pay for a refinement in the other.
Corruption. — Shakspeare.
Lilies that fester smell far worse than Weeds.
Corruption. — Shakspeare.
Coungel. — Fuller.
Coungel. — Seneca. CONSULT your Friend on all things, especially on those which respect yourself. His Counsel may then be useful, where your own self-love might impair your Judgment.
Council.— Shakspeare. ET our Alliance be combined, Our best Friends made, and our best Means stretch'd out; And let us presently go sit in Council, How covert matters may be best disclosed, And open perils surest answer'd.
Country. — Halleck.
Qsìje (stountry). — Milton.
(stountry 31ife. — Milton.
(stountry 31ife. — Cowper.
HOW various his employments, whom the world
Calls idle, and who justly in return
(Country 31ife. — Thomson. NOW from the town Buried in smoke, and sleep, and noisome damps, Oft let me wander o'er the dewy Fields, Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling drops From the bent Bush, as through the verdant Maze Of Sweet-brier Hedges I pursue my walk.
QTountry 31ife. — Cowper. 'TIS pleasant through the loop-holes of Retreat, To peep at such a world. To see the stir of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd. To hear the roar she sends through all her gates, At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on th’ uninjur’d ear.
Country 3.ift. — Cowper.
(stouttrp 31ife. — Cowper. GOD made the Country, and man made the Town. What wonder, then, that health and virtue, gifts That can alone make sweet the bitter draught That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threatened in the Fields and Groves.
Country 31ife. — Cowper.
H for a Lodge in some vast Wilderness, Some boundless Contiguity of Shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful and successful war Might never reach me more My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill’d. (stountry 3.ife. — Cowper. HE spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns; The low'ring eye, the petulance, the frown, And sullen sadness that o'ershade, distort, And mar the face of beauty, when no cause For such immeasurable wo appears, These Flora banishes, and gives the fair Sweet smiles and bloom less transient than her own.