Familiar Sayings.

Otago Witness, Issue 1584, 1 April 1882, Page 26

Familiar Sayings.

Quotations from the best Authors. (Our readers are invited to contribute quotation* of not more than eight or nine lines.) • j Selected by Adelaidean, Dunedin :— j Thyself and thy belongings, ! Are not thino own so proper, as to waste ' Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thce. '• Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,' • Not light them for ourselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finoly ' touh'd, i But to fine issues ; nor, nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddoss, she determines ' Herself the glory of a creditor-^ Both thauks and U3e. — Measure for Measure. The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. -Ibid. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; Onu foot in sea and one on shore ; To one thing constant never. —Much Ado about Nothing. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Eu'ypt : The poet's ey«, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glanco from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodie* 'forth The forms of things unknown, thn poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a mine. —Midsummer Night's Dream. To gild roflned gold, to paint tho lily, To throw a perfume on the violot, To Mnnoth the ice, or add another hue Unto tho taltibow, ' l" with tapor-lighb To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. - King John. What stronger breastplate than a heait untainted? Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whoie conscience with Injustice is corrupted, i — King Henry 17.

"Verily " '-' " " I swear, 'tis hotter to be lowly born, And range with humble livers hi content, Tlun to be pei'k'd up in a glist'iiing grief, Aud weav a golden sorrow. Henry VIII, If ifc were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly ; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease, success ; but that this blow Might ba the be-nll and ,the end-all hero, ( Bus hero, upon this bank and shoal of time,— We'd jump the life to come. J L ' - —Macbath. A thing of beauty is a joy for ever ; Its loveliness increases ; id will never Pass into nothingness. —Endymion.—John Keats. Philosophy will clip an angela wings. ■ c J —lamia.— John Keats. Yes, social friend, I love.thee we 11 , ., In learned doctors' spite,; i Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, ; And lap nic in delight. ', ' — To my Cigar.— C. Sprague. Toara, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the dopths of some dtvino despair • Else in the heart, and gathor to the eyes, • ; In looking on the happy autumn fluids, ,,:' i : ; „ , And thinking of the days that are no more. —Tennyson. To every man upon this earth I Death cometh soon or late, | > An i how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, ; For the ashes of his fathora r And the temples of his gods ? ; . — Lays of Ancient Rome. Macaulay. Why don't the men propose, mamma. j Why, don't the men propose ? * . —T.U.Bayly. i ' So his life has flowed t From its mysterious urn, a sacred stream In whoso calm depths the beautiful and pure Alone are mirror'd ; which, though shapes of ill May hover round its surface, glides in light, And takes no shadow from them. — Talfourd.— lon. Hopo told a flattering tale, Delusive, vain, and hollow, Ah, let not hope prevail, Lest disappointment follow. — Miss Wrother. Tow wonderful is death ! ; Death and his brother Sleep. —Percy Bysshe Shelley. Kings arc like stars— they rise and set — they have The worship of tho world, but no voposo. — Ibid. A weapon that comes down as still As snow-flakes fall upon the sod ; But oxojutes a freeman's will, , As lightning does the will of, God ; j And from its force, nor doore nor locks , > Can shield you ;— 't is tho ballofc-box. } 1 ' —John Picrpovnt. 0 for a seat in soma poetic nook, j Just hid with treoa and sparkling with a brook. - — 'Leigh Hilnt. But words are things, and a small drop of ink,! Falling like dew, upon a thougtit, l produces J That which makes thousands, perhaps millions , think. , ' —Byron. , Heroic, stole Cato, the sontentious, ' Who lent his lady to his friend Jlortensius. ! Tho drying up a single tear hath more of honost fame, than shedding seas of gore. ■ I1I 1 ' • ' -Hid. 'T ia strange the mind, thai; very fiery particlel Should lot itself be snud'd out by an article, ( • ' : •..«■_. ■ -laid. ''• ' So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,* S - ' I think' l must take up i with avarice. > - i •• .< — Irid. 1 A truant husband should return and ear, .; . » My dear, I was the first who calne away. — Ibid. In her first passion, .woman loyeg her lover ;] Jnall,the(otberg,.jatyBhojbveBiBlo've. ' J , - ...: . ii, "".->. ' , ,' J , -4"*The light of love, the purity, of grace, i ' f . The mind, the music proatnirig from her face, ( . ' The heart whose "softness harmonised the whojo, ' And oh ! was'm itself a soul. '■ , • ! < , i / .i i : it, . - 1 i : ."— Aid. • «'.'' i "• ■ ' ' • ■ "ram but a weed', Flying from the rock, on ocean's foam, to sailj „!,I W here'er l tho. surge may sweep, thojtenipest's breath ,;;;i^ mail ",\\:--'; ( : " ir '- ; ;4 iUu - Hero shall the Press the Popple's rfcht maintain, .. Unawed by influence and unbribod py gain { { •' " • Here patriot Truth, her gldrfoid titerfepts draw, Pledged to IWigion^ Liberty, and taw. • ' • ) ' i hi' , —Motto to tKiiSalem-Regiiterl-J. Story. As half in-shade and! half 'in sun ; , " j , .'< i ilhla world along/its path advances, | t ■ May that side the nun's upon „,,,;,'! • Bo all that'o'er Bhall meet thy. glances 1 1 —Jffopre. Thus, when the lamp that lighted ' i . ' Tho traveller at first goetf out, He feels awhile benighted, , ' ': " ' •' 1 And looks around infear and doubt, j But soon,' the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on ho treads ' And thinks no lamp so cheering [ As that light which Heaven sheds. ! 1 ' -Ipid. The Puritans hated bear-baiting, not becanse it gave pain to the bears, but becajise it' gave pleasure to the spectators. — Macaulay.