The World. — Byron.

I HAVE not loved the World, nor the World me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
To its Idolatries a patient knee,-

Nor coin'd my cheeks to smiles,-nor cried aloud
In worship of an echo; in the crowd

They could not deem me one of such; I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud

Of Thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could,
Had I not fill'd my mind, which thus itself subdued.

I have not loved the World, nor the World me,—

But let us part fair foes; I do believe,

Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things,-Hopes which will not deceive, And Virtues which are merciful, nor weave

Snares for the failing: I would also deem

O'er others' Griefs that some sincerely grieve;

That two, or one, are almost what they seem,

That Goodness is no name, and Happiness no dream.

The World. — Buckingham.

THE World is made up, for the most part, of fools or knaves, both irreconcilable foes to Truth: the first being slaves to a blind Credulity, which we may properly call Bigotry: the last are too jealous of that power they have usurped over the Folly and Ignorance of the others, which the establishment of the empire of Reason would destroy. For Truth, being made so plain and easy to all men, would render the designs and arts of knaves of little use in those opinions which set the World at odds, and by the feuds they maintain, enrich those who, in a charitable, peaceful World,

must starve.

The World. — Greville.

THE World is an excellent Judge in general, but a very bad one in particular.

The World.-Fuller.

THOU must content thyself to see the World so imperfect as it is. Thou wilt never have any Quiet if thou vexest thyself, because thou canst not bring Mankind to that exact Notion of things and Rule of Life which thou hast formed in thy own Mind.

WH

The World. - Chesterfield.

HEN I reflect on what I have seen, what I have heard, and what I have done, I can hardly persuade myself that all tha frivolous hurry and bustle of Pleasure in the world had any reality; but I look upon all that is passed as one of those romantic dreams

which Opium commonly occasions, and I do by no means desire to repeat the nauseous Dose.

Lip Worship.- Shakspeare.

My Words fly up, my Thoughts remain below:
Words, without Thoughts, never to Heaven go.
The Worst.-Shakspeare.

THE Worst is not,

So long as we can say, This is the Worst.

Wrong never comes Right.-S. T. Coleridge.

THE history of all the World tells us, that immoral Means will ever intercept good Ends.

Youth.

No more no more

Byron.

-oh! never more on me

The freshness of the Heart can fall like dew,

Which out of all the lovely things we see

Extracts Emotions beautiful and new,

Hived in our bosoms like the bay o' the Bee:

Think'st thou the Honey with those objects grew? -
Alas! 'twas not in them, but in thy power

To double even the sweetness of a Flower.

No more—no more-oh! never more, my Heart,
Canst thou be my sole world, my Universe!

Once all in all, but now a thing apart,

Thou canst not be my Blessing or my Curse:
The illusion's gone for ever, and thou art
Insensible, I trust, but none the worse.

Youth. — Anon.

BLEST hour of Childhood! then, and then alone,
Dance we the revels close round Pleasure's throne,
Quaff the bright nectar from her fountain-springs,
And laugh beneath the rainbow of her wings.
Oh! time of Promise, Hope, and Innocence,
Of Trust, and Love, and happy Ignorance!
Whose every dream is Heaven, in whose fair joy
Experience yet has thrown no black alloy;
Whose Pain, when fiercest, lacks the venom'd pang
Which to maturer ill doth oft belong,

When, mute and cold, we weep departed bliss,
And Hope expires on broken Happiness.

Youth. - Byron.

A LOVELY Being, scarcely form'd or moulded,
A Rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

Of young Ideas painted on the mind,

In the warm glowing colours Fancy spreads
On objects not yet known, when all is new,
And all is lovely.

Youth. — Byron.

HER Smiles and Tears had pass'd, as light winds pass
O'er lakes, to ruffle, not destroy, their Glass.

Youth.- La Bruyere.

YOUNG Persons, on account of their Passion for various amusements, are less easily reconciled to Solitude than persons in more advanced life.

Youth.- Sir W. Jones.

THE charms of Youth at once are seen and past;
And Nature says, "They are too sweet to last."
So blooms the Rose: and so the blushing Maid.
Be gay; too soon the flowers of Spring will fade.

Youth. Shakspeare.

HE hath borne himself beyond the promise of his Age; doing, in the figure of a Lamb, the feats of a Lion: he hath, indeed, bettered Expectation.

Youth. - Byron.

THE love of higher things and better days;

The unbounded Hope, and heavenly Ignorance
Of what is call'd the World, and the World's ways;
The moments when we gather from a glance
More joy than from all future Pride or Praise,
Which kindle Manhood, but can ne'er entrance

The Heart in an existence of its own,
Of which another's bosom is the Zone.

Youth. - Scott.

THE Tear, down Childhood's cheek that flows,
Is like the dew-drop on the Rose ;
When next the Summer breeze comes by,
And waves the bush, the Flower is dry.

Youth. Byron.

IN earlier Days, and calmer Hours,

When Heart with Heart delights to blend,

Where bloom my native valley's bowers,

I had-ah! have I now ?-a Friend!

Youth.- Moore.

LIGHT, winged Hopes, that come when bid,
And rainbow Joys that end in weeping,
And Passions, among pure thoughts hid,
Like serpents under Flow'rets sleeping.
Youth. — Rogers.

OH who, when fading of itself away,

Would cloud the Sunshine of his little day!
Now is the May of Life. Careering round,

Joy wings his feet, Joy lifts him from the ground.

Youth and Age. Cicero.

ASI approve of a Youth, that has something of the Old Man in him, so I am no less pleased with an Old Man, that has something of the Youth.

Youth and Age. - Shakspeare.

YOUTH no less becomes
The light and careless livery that it wears,
Than settled Age his sables, and his weeds,
Importing Health, and Graveness.

The End.

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