Lust. - Milton.

APRICIOUS, wanton, bold, and brutal Lust Is meanly selfish; when resisted, cruel; And, like the blast of Pestilential Winds, Taints the sweet bloom of Nature's fairest forms.

AS pale and wan as ashes was his looke,

His body leane and meagre as a Rake,
And skin all withered like a dried rooke;
Thereto as cold and drery as a Snake,
That seem'd to tremble evermore and quake.

By unchaste looks, loose Gestures, and foul talk,
But most by lewd and lavish acts of Sin,
Lets in defilement to the inward parts,
The Soul grows clotted by contagion,
Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose
The divine Property of her first being.

Shakespeare.

Tls Lagt in action; and till action, Lust
HE expense of spirit in a waste of Shame
Is perjur'd, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoy'd no sooner, but despised straight;
Past Reason hunted; and, no sooner had,
Past Reason hated, as a swallow'd bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad :
Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in request to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof,-and proved, a very woe;
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.

VIRTUE, as it never will be moved,

Though Lewdness court it in a shape of Heav'n;

So Lust, though to a radiant angel link'd,

Will sate itself in a celestial bed,

And prey on garbage.

THIS

Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous Tears
Had left the flushing of her galled Eyes,
She married:-O most wicked speed.

Lust. Shakespeare.

was your Husband.-Look you now, what follows: Here is your Husband; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome Brother. Have you eyes? Could you, on this fair mountain, leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes? You cannot call it, Love: for, at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the Judgment; And what judgment Would step from this, to this?

Can snore upon the Flint, when restive Sloth
Finds the Down pillow hard.

SUCH

Luxury. Johnson.

UCH is the Diligence with which, in countries com. pletely civilised, 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.

FTER a tongue has once got the knack of Lying, 'tis

reclaim it. Whence it comes to pass that we see some men, who are otherwise very honest, so subject to this vice.

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 con⚫ sequences of it, we should pursue it with Fire and Sword, and more justly than other Crimes.

Lying. Addison.

FALSEHOOD and Fraud grow up in every soil,
The product of all climes.

Lying. From the Latin.

HE first step towards useful Knowledge, is to be able

T to detect Falsehood.

SHE look'd on many a face with vacant Eye,

On many a token without knowing what; She saw them watch her without asking why,

And reck'd not who around her pillow sate; Not speechless though she spoke not; not a sigh

Relieved her thoughts; dull silence and quick chat Were tried in vain by those who served; she gave No sign, save breath, of having left the Grave.

THIS wretched brain gave way,

And I became a Wreck, at random driven,
Without one glimpse of Reason or of Heaven.

Had been o'erstrung by pangs intense,

And each frail fibre of her brain

(As bow-strings when relax'd by rain

The erring Arrow launch aside)

Sent forth her Thoughts all wild and wide.

THE obedient Steel with living instinct moves,
And veers for ever to the Pole it loves.

The Magnet. — Byron.

THAT trembling vassal of the Pole,
The feeling Compass, Navigation's soul.

FENOP not thy ts sense:

EED not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth,

But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom,
And heavy gaited toads, lie in his way.

MAN

Man. Colton.

AN is that compound Being, created to fill that wide hiatus, that must otherwise have remained unoccupied, between the Natural world and the Spiritual; and he sympathises with the one in his death, and will be associated with the other by his resurrection. Without another state, it would be utterly impossible for Him to explain the difficulties of this: possessing Earth, but destined for Heaven, he forms the link between two orders of Being, and partakes much of the grossness of the one, and somewhat of the refinement of the other. Reason, like the magnetic influence imparted to iron, gives to matter properties and powers which it possessed not before, but without extending its bulk, augmenting its weight, or altering its Organisation; like that to which I have compared it, it is visible only by its effects, and perceptible only by its operations. Reason, superadded to Man, gives him peculiar and characteristic_views, Responsibilities, and destinations, exalting him above all existences that are visible, but which perish, and associating him with those that are invisible, but which remain. Reason is that Homeric and golden chain descending from the throne of God even unto Man, uniting Heaver. with Earth, and Earth with Heaven. For all is connected, and without a chasm; from an Angel to an atom, all is proportion, Harmony, and strength.

Man. Pascal.

a chimera is Man! what a confused Chaos!

What a subject of contradiction!a professed judge

of all things, and yet a feeble worm of the Earth! the great depository and guardian of Truth, and yet a mere huddle of uncertainty! the glory and the scandal of the Universe!

YEASE, Man of woman born, to hope relief

C From daily Trouble and continued Grief;

Thy hope of Joy deliver to the wind,

Suppress thy passions, and prepare thy mind;
Free and familiar with Misfortune grow,
Be us'd to Sorrow and inur'd to Woe;
By weakening toil and hoary age o'ercome,
See thy decrease, and hasten to thy Tomb.

Man. Colton.

AN, though individually confined to a narrow spot

in existence, a

courses of the Sun, has nevertheless an Imagination which no despotism can control, and which, unceasingly, seeks for the Author of his destiny, through the immensity of space, and the ever-rolling current of Ages.

ADMIRE, exult,-despise,-laugh, weep,--for here
There is much matter for all feeling ;-Man!
Thou Pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

HERE limits to the of Man's

T Frame; it is stationary, it declines, and is dissolved;

but to this progress of Intelligence, in ascending the scale of Knowledge and of Wisdom, there are not any physical limits short of the Universe itself, which the happy mind aspires to know, and to the order of which he would conform his will. The animals are qualified, by their organisation and their instincts, for the particular Element and the circumstance in which they are placed, and they are not fit for any other; but Man, by his intelligent powers, is qualified for any scene of which the circumstances may be observed, and in which the proprieties of conduct may be understood.

THE

DARE do all that may become a Man :
Who dares do more, is none.

HE mind of Man is vastly like a hive;

But here the simile will go no further;
For Bees are making Honey, one and all;
Man's thoughts are busy in producing Gall,
Committing, as it were, Self-murther.

THE proverbial wisdom of the Populace at gates, on roads, and in markets, instructs the attentive ear of him who studies Man more fully than a thousand rules ostentatiously arranged.