e stand, by dividing we fall.
_The Liberty Song_ (1768). J. DICKINSON.

HAPPINESS.

Fixed to no spot is Happiness sincere:
'Tis nowhere to be found, or ev'ry where;
'Tis never to be bought, but always free.
_Essay on Man, Epistle IV_. A. POPE.

We're charmed with distant views of happiness,
But near approaches make the prospect less.
_Against Enjoyment_. T. YALDEN.

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart:
And makes his pulses fly,
To catch the thrill of a happy voice,
And the light of a pleasant eye.
_Saturday Afternoon_. N.P. WILLIS.

True happiness ne'er entered at an eye;
True happiness resides in things unseen.
_Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Some place the bliss in action, some in ease,
Those call it pleasure, and contentment these.
_Essay on Man, Epistle IV_. A. POPE.

The spider's most attenuated thread
Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie
On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
_Night Thoughts, Night I_. DR. E. YOUNG.

The way to bliss lies not on beds of down,
And he that had no cross deserves no crown.
_Esther_. F. QUARLES.

HATE.

Who love too much hate in the like extreme.
_The Odyssey_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.

These two hated with a hate
Found only on the stage.
_Don Juan, Canto IV_. LORD BYRON.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
_The Mourning Bride, Act_ iii. _Sc_. 8. W. CONGREVE.

HEART.

Oh, the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,--
A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing.
_The Captive Greek Girl_. J. PARDOE.

His heart was one of those which most enamor us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
_Beppo_. LORD BYRON.

There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
_Twilight_. F-G. HALLECK.

Worse than a bloody hand is a bloody heart.
_The Cenci, Act_ v. _Sc. 2_. P.B. SHELLEY.

Who, for the poor renown of being smart,
Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
_Love of Fame, Satire II_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Nor peace nor ease the heart can know,
Which, like the needle true,
Turns at the touch of joy or woe,
But, turning, trembles too.
_A Prayer for Indifference_. MRS. F.M. GREVILLE.

Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
_The Task: Winter Walk at Noon_. W. COWPER.

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