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Me his advocate And propitiation; all his works in me, Good or not good, ingraft.
Milton. Learn what thou ow'st thy country and thy friend; What's requisite to spare, and what to spend: Learn this; and after envy not the store Of the greatest advocate who grinds the poor.
Dryden. Foes to all living worth except your own, And advocates for folly dead and gone. Pope.
WHERE those immortal shapes
The gifts of heaven my following song pursues,
Dryden, from Virgil.
Milton. Be affable to all men, for it well Becomes thee, howsoever high thou art In rank or station, so to bend and meet Thy fellow-creatures with a kindly word, And gracious look of affability.
H. G. A.
AFFECTION. WE pour out our affections with our blood, And with our blood's affections fill our lives.- Ovid.
What war so cruel, or what siege so sore,
As that which strong affections do apply Against the fort of reason, evermore
To bring the soul into captivity! Spenser.
Most wretched man,
Earl of Stirling. Affections injured By tyranny, or rigour of compulsion, Like tempest-threatened trees, unfirmly rooted, Ne'er spring to timely growth. John Ford.
Her sweet humour, That was as easy as a calm, and peaceful; All her affections, like the dews on roses, Fair as the flowers themselves as sweet and gentle.
Beaumont and Fletcher. Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert; whence arise But weeds of dark luxuriance, tares of haste, Rank at the core, though tempting to the eyes, Flowers whose wild odours breathe but agonies, And trees whose gums are poison: such the plants Which spring beneath her steps as passion flies
O’er the world's wilderness, and vainly pants For some celestial fruit forbidden to our wants.
Byron. Few are the fragments left of follies past; For worthless things are transient. Those that last Have in them germs of an eternal spirit, And out of good their permanence inherit.
Baseness is mutability's ally,
A mind that, in a calm angelic mood
Affection, earth’s great purifier, stirs
Percival. Affection is the Deity's best gift, The brightest star that glitters in his crown, And flashes its refulgence to the earth.
Ann S. Stevens.
And master when it sinneth;
Than he that kingdoms winneth Brandon.
Though affliction, at the first, doth vex Most virtuous natures, from the sense that 'tis Unjustly laid; yet, when the amazement which That new pain brings is worn away, they then Embrace oppression straight, with such Obedient cheerfulness, as if it came From heaven, not man.
Sir William Davenant. Perfumes, the more they're chafed, the more they render Their pleasant scents; and so affliction Expresseth virtue fully, whether true, Or else adulterate.
Like a ball that bounds
OFT have they violated The temple, oft the law with foul affronts, Abominations rather.
His holy rites and solemn feasts profaned,
Milton. You've done enough, for you designed my chains, The grace is vanished, but the affront remains.
Dryden. Young men soon forgive, and forget affronts; Old age is slow in both.
When truth or virtue an affront endures,
Hath not sat at Jesus' feet;
Lessons hard to learn, yet sweet! H. G. A.
AFTER. 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Addison. I still shall wait Some new hereafter, and a future state. Prior.