20. Heads bow, knees bend, eyes watch around a throne, And hands obey—our hearts are still our own.

22. The insate mind, but from without supplied,
Languishes on a weak imperfect food;

If sustenance more spiritual be denied,
With flame consuming on itself 't will brood.

23. The mind of man is ne'er at rest,Whether the body sleeps or wakes,

SIR E. BRYDGES.

To heaven, earth, hell - North, South, East, West-
The mind its ceaseless wanderings takes.

J. T. WATSON.

MIRTH. (See CHEERFULNESS.)

MISANTHROPY.

1. I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind!

2. There's not a day but, to the man of thought, Betrays some secret that throws new reproach On life, and makes him sick of seeing more.

SHAKSPEARE.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

3. Fear'd, shunn'd, belied, ere youth had lost her force,
He hated men too much to feel remorse,

And thought the voice of wrath a sacred calf,
To pay the injuries of some on all.

BYRON'S Corsair.

406

MISER-MISERY-SORROW.

4. I have not lov'd the world, nor the world me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
To its idolatries a patient knee,-

Nor coin'd my cheeks to smiles nor cried aloud
In worship of an echo.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

5. Have I not suffer'd things to be forgiven?

Have I not had my brain sear'd, my heart riven,
Hopes sapp'd, name blighted, life's life lied away?
And only not to desperation driven,

Because not altogether of such clay

As rots into the souls of those whom I survey!

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

6. We talk of love and pleasure - but 't is all
A tale of falsehood. Life's made up of gloom;
The fairest scenes are clad in ruin's pall,
The loveliest pathway leads but to the tomb.

7.

Only this is sure:

J. G. PERCIVAL.

In this world nought, save misery, can endure.

1. And then will canker sorrow eat her bud, And chase the native beauty from her cheek.

2. For where the greater malady is fix'd, The lesser is scarce felt.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. It easeth some, tho' none it ever cur'd,

To think their sorrows others have endur'd.

SHAKSPEARE.

5. Some secret venom preys upon his heart; A stubborn and unconquerable flame

Creeps in his veins, and drinks the streams of life.

ROWE.

6. Alas! I have no words to tell my grief;
To vent my sorrow would be some relief;
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain;
We groan, but cannot speak, in greater pain.

7. Man is a child of sorrow, and this world

DRYDEN.

In which we breathe, hath cares enough to plague us;
But it hath means withal to soothe those cares;

And he, who meditates on others' woes,

Shall in that meditation lose his own.

CUMBERLAND's Timocles.

8. Heaven oft in mercy smites, even when the blow

Severest is.

JOANNA BAILLIE.

9. Though gay companions o'er the bowl
Dispel awhile the sense of ill,
Though pleasure stir the madd'ning soul-
The heart, the heart, is lonely still.

10. And o'er that fair broad brow were wrought. The intersected lines of thought;

Those furrows, which the burning share

Of sorrow ploughs untimely there :

Scars of the lacerated mind,

Which the soul's war doth leave behind.

BYRON.

BYRON'S Parisina.

408

MISERY - SORROW.

11. Joy's recollection is no longer joy,

But sorrow's memory is sorrow still!

BYRON'S Marino Faliero.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

12. Wrung with the wounds that kill not, but ne'er heal.

13. But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,

To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,

And roam along, the world's tired denizen,

With none who bless us, none whom we may bless.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

14. His life was one long war with self-sought foes, Or friends by him self-banish'd.

15.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

Bow'd and bent,

Wax grey and ghastly, withering ere their time.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

16. What deep wound ever heal'd without a scar? >

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

17. The furrows of long thought and dried-up tears.

BYRON'S Childe Haroll.

18. He felt the chilling heaviness of heart,
* Which attends

The loss of love, the treachery of friends,
Or death of those we doat on, when a part
Of us dies with them, and each fond hope ends.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

19. For sorrow o'er each sense held stern command.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

20. Wait, till like me, your hopes are blighted — till Sorrow and shame are handmaids of your cabin ; Famine and poverty your guests at table;

Despair your bedfellow

From sleep, and judge.

then rise, but not

BYRON.

Die soon, than live on lingeringly in pain.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

22. O'er every feature of that still pale face, Had sorrow fix'd what time can ne'er erase.

23. My life is not dated by years

BYRON'S Corsair.

There are moments which act as a plough,

And there is not a furrow appears,

But is deep in my soul as my brow

24. The quivering flesh, though torture-torn, may live; But souls, once deeply wounded, heal no more.

25. No-pleasures, hopes, affections gone,

The wretch may bear, and yet live on;
Like things within the cold rock found
Alive, when all's congeal'd around.
But there's a blank repose in this,
A calm stagnation, that were bliss
To the keen, burning, harrowing pain,
Now felt thro' all that breast and brain.

BYRON.

ELLIOT.

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

26. The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown;
No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode,
Who found not thorns and briars in his road.

27.

A malady

COWPER.

Preys on my heart, that medicine cannot reach,
Invisible and cureless.

MATURIN'S Bertram.

BAILEY'S Festus.

28. He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.