PATIENCE. (See IMPATIENCE.) PATRIOTISM. (See COUNTRY.) SHAKSPEARE. PEACE. 1. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; 2. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility. 3. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. SHAKSPEARE. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 4. Oh, peace! thou source and soul of social life; 5. Beneath whose calm, inspiring influence Science his view enlarges, Art refines, And swelling Commerce opens all her ports; Now no more the drum Provokes to arms, or trumpet's clangour shrill Uninterrupted. THOMSON. PHILIPS' Cider. 446 PEASANT - PEDIGREE-PERFECTION. 6. Oh! there were hours when thrilling joy repaid A long, long course of darkness, doubts, and fears - The waste, the woes, the bloodshed, and the tears, SCOTT's Lord of the Isles. 7. Peace is the bounteous goddess who bestows CUMBERLAND's Philemon. PEASANT.-(See BLACKSMITH.) PEDIGREE.-(See ANCESTRY.) PERFECTION. 1. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, 2. Nature in her productions, slow, aspires SHAKSPEARE. SOMERVILE'S Chase. The growth of what is excellent; so hard COWPER'S Task. 4. Oh! she was perfect past all parallel. BYRON'S Don Juan. 5. I have been often dazzled by the blaze 1. I pray thee, peace; I will be flesh and blood; SHAKSPEARE. 2. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. 3. How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, SHAKSPEARE. MILTON'S Comus. 448 4. PHRENOLOGY. Philosophy consists not In airy schemes, or idle speculations: 5. Alas! had reason ever yet the power 6. Divine philosophy! by whose pure light THOMSON. WHITEHEAD. GIFFORD'S Juvenal. 7. Oh, who, that has ever had rapture complete, Would ask how we feel it, or why it is sweet? How rays are confus'd, or how particles fly 8. Through the medium refin'd of a glance or a sigh? Is there one, who but once would not rather have known it, Sublime Philosophy! Thou art the patriarch's ladder, reaching heaven, MOORE. PHRENOLOGY. BULWER'S Richelieu. 1. For of the soul the body form doth take; For soul is form, and doth the body make. SPENSER. 2. In vain we fondly strive to trace The soul's reflection in the face; And many a sage and learned skull Has peep'd through windows dark and dull. 3. And yet, in spite of ridicule, and all The wit, which, Bumpo says, so often stirs him, A sharper and a Fowler thing than Gall MOORE. Be-Grimes him Savage-ly, and sorely Spurz-h(e)im. 1. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing SHAKSPEARE. |