A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer’s day.
In Praise of Lessius’ Mule of Health.
R. CRASHAW.
And rest at last where souls unbodied
dwell,
In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
Odyssey, Bk. XXIV. HOMER. Trans.
of POPE.
SPEECH.
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive
sighs,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.
Iliad, Bk. XIV. HOMER. Trans.
of POPE.
Discourse may want an animated “No”
To brush the surface, and to make it flow;
But still remember, if you mean to please,
To press your point with modesty and ease.
Conversation. W. COWPER.
One whom the music of his own vain tongue
Doth ravish like enchanting
harmony.
Love’s Labor’s Lost, Act i. Sc.
1. SHAKESPEARE.
Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
Familiar as his garter: that, when
he speaks,
The air, a chartered libertine, is still.
King Henry V., Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Persuasion tips his tongue whene’er he talks. Parody on Pope. C. CIBBER.
Yet Hold it more humane, more heavenly,
first,
By winning words to conquer willing hearts,
And make persuasion do the work of fear.
Paradise Regained, Bk. I. MILTON.
Give every man thine ear, but few thy
voice;
Take each man’s censure, but reserve
thy judgment.
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
“Careful with fire,” is good
advice, we know,
“Careful with words,” is ten
times doubly so.
Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall
back dead:
But God Himself can’t kill them
when they’re said.
First Settler’s Story. W. CARLETON.
SPIRITS.
GLENDOWER.—I can
call spirits from the vasty deep.
HOTSPUR. —Why,
so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for
them?
King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1.
SHAKESPEARE.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the
earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we
sleep.
Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.
Spirits when they please
Can either sex assume, or both,
* * * * *
Can execute their airy purposes,
And works of love or enmity fulfil.
Paradise Lost, Bk, I. MILTON.
But shapes that come not at an earthly
call
Will not depart when mortal voices bid;
Lords of the visionary eye, whose lid,
Once raised, remains aghast, and will
not fall!
Dion. W. WORDSWORTH.
I shall not see thee. Dare I say
No spirit ever brake the band
That stays him from the native
land,
Where first he walked when clasped in
clay?