virtue, gifts,
That can alone make sweet the bitter draught
That life holds out to all, should most abound,
And least be threatened in the fields and groves?
412
COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. i., Line 749.

True patriots all; for be it understood
We left our country for our country's good.
413
GEORGE BARRINGTON: _Prologue written for
the Opening of the Playhouse at New South
Wales, Jan. 16, 1796._

=Courage.=

What man dare, I dare.
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian tiger.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.
414
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

I dare do all that may become a man:
Who dares do more is none.
415
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7.

No thought of flight,
None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
That argued fear; each on himself relied,
As only in his arm the moment lay
Of victory.
416
MILTON, _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 236.

=Court--Courtiers.=

The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away.
417
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Not a courtier,
Although they wear their faces to the bent
Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowl at.
418
SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

A mere court butterfly,
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.
419
BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Courtesy.=

How sweet and gracious, even in common speech,
Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy!
Wholesome as air and genial as the light,
Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,--
It transmutes aliens into trusting friends,
And gives its owner passport round the globe.
420
JAMES T. FIELDS: _Courtesy._

=Courtship.=

Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may,
And lay incessant battery to her heart;
Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,--
These engines can the proudest love convert.
421
SPENSER: _Amoretti and Epithalamion,_ Sonnet xiv.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won.
422
SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

He that would win his dame must do
As love does when he draws his bow;
With one hand thrust the lady from,
And with the other pull her home.
423
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 449.

=Covetousness.=

When workmen strive to do better than well,
They do confound their skill in covetousness.
424
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