at a draper's "selling off," to find that they themselves are included in the selling.

AFFECTATION.

Punch.

The affectation of singularity is no pre-eminence; and the more of faction, the less of piety. Whichcote.

ARGUMENT.

Overhastiness and vehemence in arguing is oftentimes the effect of pride; it blunts the poignancy of the argument, breaks its force, and disappoints the end.

Watts on the Mind.

Arguments, like children, should be like
The subject that begets them.

AUTHORS.

Never write on a subject without having first read yourself full in it; and never read on a subject till you have thought yourself hungry on it. Richter.

ADVERSITY.

Who has not known ill-fortune never knew Himself, or his own virtue.

Mallet and Thomson.

By adversity are wrought
The greatest work of admiration;
And all the fair examples of renown
Out of distress and misery are grown.

Daniel.

AFFLICTION.

Distress is Virtue's opportunity;
We only live, to teach us how to die.

Southerne.

Perfumes, the more they're chafed, the more they

render

Their pleasant scents; and so affliction
Expresses virtue fully, whether true

Or else adulterate.

Webster.

Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue;
Where patience, honour, sweet humanity,
Calm fortitude, take root, and strongly flourish.
Mallet and Thomson.

AFFECTION.

Affection is the savage beast,
Which always us annoyeth:
And never lets us live in rest,
But still our good destroyeth.
Affection's power who can suppress,
And master when it sinneth,
Of worthy praise deserves no less,
Than he that kingdoms winneth.

B

Brandon.

BAD COMPANY.

Bad company is like a nail driven into a post, which, after the first and second blow, may be drawn out with little difficulty; but being once driven up to the head, the pincers cannot take hold to draw it out, but which can only be done by the destruction of the wood.

St. Augustine.

BLASPHEMY.

Take not His name, who made thy tongue, in

vain;

It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse.

Herbert, Earl of Pembroke.

Bind not yourself to what you know you cannot

do;

And only swear to what you know is true;

For 'tis a wicked, blasphemous offence
To call on God for each impertinence :
Or to adjure His name to testify
That to be truth, you know to be a lie.

BOASTING.

Shelley.

A boaster is like a cypress tree-making a gaudy show, without any fruit.

Shelley.

Beware of ostentation and vain glory; an accomplished man conceals vulgar advantages, as a modest woman hides her beauty under a negligent dress.

What art thou? Have not I

Shelley.

An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger; for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth.

Shakespeare.

The more men talk about their loyalty, their love, and their religion, the less they are likely to be believed. "Times."

He that is full of himself, goes out of company as wise as he came in. Whichcote.

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Whatever happens, do not be dissatisfied with your wordly fortunes, lest that speech be justly made to you, which was once made to a repining person, much given to talk of how great she and hers had been-'Yes, madam,' was the crushing reply, we all find our level at last.""

With all his tumid boasts, is like the sword-fish, Who only wears his weapon in his mouth.

Madden.

Can he be fair that withers at a blast?
Or he be strong that airy breath can cast?
Can he be wise that knows not how to live ?
Or he be rich that nothing hath to give?
Can he be young that's feeble, weak, and wan?

So fair, strong, wise-so rich, so young is man,
So fair is man, that death (a parting blast)
Blasts his fair flower, and makes him earth at
last:

So strong is man, that with a gasping breath
He totters, and bequeaths his strength to death:
So wise is man, that if with death he strive,
His wisdom cannot teach him how to live:
So rich is man, that (all his debts being paid)
His wealth's the winding-sheet wherein he's
laid:

So young is man, that (broke with care and sorrow)

He's old enough to-day to die to-morrow. Why braggest thou, then, thou worm of five feet long?

Thou art neither fair, nor strong, nor wise, nor rich, nor young.

BEAUTY.

My beauty, though but mean,

Quarles.

Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not uttered by base sale of chapmen's tongues.
Shakespeare.

All men do err, because that men they be,
And men with beauty blinded cannot see.

Peele.

Beauty, like sorrow, dwelleth everywhere.

Decker.