700 WRITE. WRITE-WRITERS. SOUND judgment is the ground of writing well, Roscommon, from Horace. The readers and the hearers like my books, 'Tis the way of writing at which offence is taken, And this is the misfortune of an author, That unless some are angry with him, none are pleased; Which puts him under this dilemma, That he must either ruin himself or his printer. His judges than his friends; there's not a guest Sir R. Howard. Some write confined by physic; some, by debt; Young. Happy within whose honest breast concealed, WRITE. WRONG. 701 The pen of a ready writer, whereunto shall it be likened? Ask of the scholar, he shall know-to the chains that bind a Proteus : Ask of the poet, he shall say-to the sun, the lamp of heaven: Ask of thy neighbour, he can answer to the friend that telleth my thought; The merchant considereth it well, as a ship freighted with wares; The divine holdeth it a miracle, giving utterance to the dumb. It fixeth, expoundeth, and disseminateth sentiment; Chaining up a thought, clearing it of mystery, and sending it bright into the world. To think rightly, is of knowledge; to speak fluently, is of nature; To read with profit, is of care; but to write aptly, is of practice. Martin F. Tupper. WRONG. IT often falls in course of common life, That right long time is overborne of wrong; Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness- Where rumour of oppression and deceit Spenser. Might never reach me more! My ear is pain'd, Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. When people once are in the wrong, I see the right, and I approve it too; Cowper. Prior. Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue. Anon. SEE the minutes how they run; How many makes the hour full complete, How many years a mortal man may live.-Shakspere. God of the changeful year!-amidst the glow Whether thy pines with giant arms displayed, Or under various lighter forms imprest, Of fruits and flowers, Thy works delight our eyes, God of all life! whate'er those forms may be, O may they all unite in praising Thee. It seems that life is all a void, Perhaps you'll spend a thousand so; The pleasant, pleasant spring-time, The furrowed and the sear, W. Roscoe. Jane Taylor. Richard Howitt. YOUTH. YOUTH. FOR youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Lusty youth Is the very May-morn of delight, 703 Shakspere. When boldest floods are full of wilful heat, Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, Aaron Hill. Intemperate youth, by sad experience found, Denham. Expand the passions of thy heart in youth; Henry Taylor. Ah! who can say, however fair his view, Kirke White. The youth you spoke of was a glowing moth, Alexander Smith. THAT sport most pleases that doth least know how; Their form confounded makes most form in mirth, None seconded, as out of reason judg'd, Zeal and duty are not slow; But on occasion's forelock watchful wait. No seared conscience is so fell As that which has been burnt with zeal; As zeal a pestilent disease To Christian charity and peace. Milton. Milton. Butler. For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; -With all the zeal Which young and fiery converts feel, Spread out earth's holiest records here, Byron. Charles Sprague. |