They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my thunder.
His noble negligences teach
What others' toils despair to reach.
Thy steady temper, Portius,
Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cæsar,
In the calm lights of mild philosophy.
But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other's eyes.
I have read somewhere or other,--in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I think,--that history is philosophy teaching by examples.
They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,
Produce their debt instead of their discharge.
For her own breakfast she 'll project a scheme,
Nor take her tea without a stratagem.
Accept a miracle instead of wit,--
See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
Most authors steal their works, or buy;
Garth did not write his own Dispensary.
Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Years following years steal something every day;
At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,--
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro
In all the raging impotence of woe.
The big round tear stands trembling in her eye.
A winy vapour melting in a tear.
Note 9.La vray science et le vray étude de l'homme c'est l'homme (The true science and the true study of man is man).--Charron: De la Sagesse, lib. i. chap. 1.
Trees and fields tell me nothing: men are my teachers.--Plato: Phædrus.
The dews of the evening most carefully shun,--
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot.
The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.