PROUD HUMILITY. In proud humility a pious man went through the field; FOLLY FOR ONE'S SELF. He who is only for his neighbors wise, THE IMPOSSIBILITY. When I shall see, though clad in gold or silk, THE SOBER DRUNKENNESS. Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation A WINE-DRINKER'S METAPHORS. As the nightingale oft from a rose's dew sips, As the soul of perfume through a flower's petals slips, As to port from afar float the full-loaded ships, As the white-driven sea o'er a cliff's edges drips, FROM MIRTSA SCHAFFY. Better stars without shine, Than shine without stars. Better wine without jars, Than the jars without wine. THE DOUBLE PLOT. Three hungry travellers found a bag of gold; He thought, I will poison the bread I buy, But they too thought, When back his feet have hied, They killed him; and, partaking of the bread, O world! behold what ill thy goods have done; THE WORLD'S UNAPPRECIATION. The lyrical poems of the East called Ghazels, of which the following, from the French, is a brief specimen, have this peculiarity, that the first two lines rhyme, and for this rhyme recurs a new one in the second line of each succeeding couplet, the alternate lines being free : What is the good man and the wise? THE CALIPH AND SATAN. In heavy sleep the Caliph lay, When some one called, "Arise and pray !" The angry Caliph cried, "Who dare Then, from the corner of the room, A voice cut sharply through the gloom :- "Thy words are good," the Caliph said, For matters cannot well be worse Than when the thief says, 'Guard your purse.' I cannot trust your counsel, friend: It surely hides some wicked end." Said Satan, "Near the throne of God, Angels of light, to us 'twas given To guide each wandering foot to Heaven; Not wholly lost is that first love, Nor those pure tastes we knew above. Roaming across a continent, The Tartar moves his shifting tent, But never quite forgets the day I fell, 'tis true,-Oh, ask not why! It was a chance by which I fell: But yet God's tables open stand, His guests flock in from every land. Some kind act toward the race of men A game of chess is all we see, And God the player, pieces we. White, black,-queen, pawn,-'tis all the same; For on both sides he plays the game. Moved to and fro, from good to ill, The Caliph said, "If this be so A sea of lies art thou,-our sin, "Not so," said Satan: "I serve God, In tempting, I both bless and curse, Tell, then, the truth; for well I know If you had missed your prayer, I knew And such repentance would have been I chose this humbleness divine, Epigrams. ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT. WHILE Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give. See him, when starved to death and turned to dust, The poet's fate is here in emblem shown: He asked for bread, and he received a stone.-S. WESLEY. TO A BLOCKHEAD. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.-POPE. INSCRIBED ON A STATUE TO SLEEP. Somne levis, quanquam certissima mortis imago, Alma quies, optata, veni, nam sic sine vita Vivere quam suave est, sic sine morte mori.-WARTON. [Light sleep, though death's strong image, prythee give Thy fellowship while in my couch I lie; O gentle, wished-for rest, how sweet to live Thus without life, and without death to die !]* TO DR. ROBERT FREIND, WHO WROTE LONG EPITAPHS. Where still so much is said: One half will never be believed, The other never read.-POPE. THE FOOL AND THE POET. Sir, I admit your general rule, But you yourself may serve to show it DUM VIVIMUS VIVAMUS. Live while you live, the epicure would say, Lord, in my view let both united be; I live in pleasure while I live to thee.-DODDRIdge. A celebrated "beauty, scholar, and wit," who spoke in praise of liberty. Ut maneam liber, pulchra Maria, vale!-DR. JOHNSON. ON ONE IGNORANT AND ARROGANT. Thou mayst of double ignorance boast, Who knowst not that thou nothing knowst.-OWEN, Trans. by Cowper. Come, gentle sleep! attend thy votary's prayer, And, without dying, oh, how sweet to die!- Wolcot's Trans. 1 |