Conversation.— Swift. NOTHING 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. Conversation.— Sir William Temple. THE first ingredient in Conversation is Truth, the next Good Sense, the third Good Humour, and the fourth Wit. Conversation.-La Rochefoucauld. THE extreme pleasure we take in talking of ourselves should make us fear that we give very little to those who listen to us. Conversation. — Swift. ONE 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. Conversation.-Voltaire. THE secret of tiring is to say every thing that can be said on the subject. Conversation.- La Rochefoucauld. ONE 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 the greatest Perfections that can be attained in Conversation. Conversation. - 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. Conversion. Colton. THE 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. AS 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. Conviviality. Armstrong. WHAT dextrous thousands just within the goal But ah! what woes remain? life rolls apace, In youthful bodies more severely felt, More sternly active, shakes their blasted prime. O WHEN We swallow down The Coquette.-Joanna Baillie. THE gentleman is learn'd, and a most rare Speaker, That he may furnish and instruct great teachers, Yet see, When these so noble benefits shall prove Not well disposed, the mind growing once corrupt, Corruption. Burke. THE age unquestionably produces, (whether in a greater or less number than in former times, I know not,) daring Profligates and insidious Hypocrites. What then? 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. O 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! How much low peasantry would then be glean'd From the true seed of honour! And how much Honour To be new garnish'd! Corruption. Colton. MEN, 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. THEY that have power to hurt and will do none, Who, moving others, are themselves of stone, And husband Nature's riches from expense; Corruption. Shakspeare. IF that the Heavens do not their visible spirits Humanity must perforce prey on itself, Like monsters of the deep. Counsel. — Fuller. GOOD Counsels observed are chains to grace. Counsel. 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. LET 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. THEY love their land because it is their own, The Country.-Milton. A WILDERNESS of sweets; for Nature here Country Life. — Milton. WISDOM's self Oft seeks so sweet retired Solitude; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. Country Life.- Cowper. HOW various his employments, whom the world Esteems that busy world an idler too! Friends, books, a Garden, and perhaps his pen, Delightful industry enjoyed at home, And Nature in her cultivated trim, Dress'd to his taste, inviting him abroad. 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. Country Life. - Cowper. TIS pleasant through the loop-holes of Retreat, To see the stir of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd. At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur ou th' uninjur'd ear. Country Life.- Cowper. THEY love the Country, and none else, who seek Cultured and capable of sober thought. Country Life.- Cowper. GOD made the Country, and man made the Town. Country Life.- Cowper. OH for a Lodge in some vast Wilderness, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Might never reach me more! My ear is pain'd, Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. THE spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns; These Flora banishes, and gives the fair Sweet smiles and bloom less transient than her own. |