_. SHAKESPEARE.

Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
_The Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II_. T. CAMPBELL.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be, blest:
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
_Essay on Man, Epistle I_. A. POPE.

The wretch condemned with life to part,
Still, still on hope relies;
And every pang that rends the heart
Bids expectation rise.
_The Captivity, Act ii_. O. GOLDSMITH.

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.
_Measure for Measure, Act iii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

To hope till hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates.
_Prometheus. Act iv_. P.B. SHELLEY.

HORSEMANSHIP.

I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed,
Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury,
And vaulted with such ease into his seat,
As if an angel dropped down from the clouds,
To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
_King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act iv. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

"Stand, Bayard, stand!" The steed obeyed,
With arching neck and bended head,
And glancing eye, and quivering ear,
As if he loved his lord to hear.
No foot Fitz-James in stirrup staid.
No grasp upon the saddle laid,
But wreathed his left hand in the mane,
And lightly bounded from the plain,
Turned on the horse his armed heel,
And stirred his courage with the steel.
Bounded the fiery steed in air,
The rider sate erect and fair,
Then, like a bolt from steel cross-bow,
Forth launched, along the plain they go.
_The Lady of the Lake, Canto V_. SIR W. SCOTT.

After many strains and heaves,
He got up to the saddle eaves,
From whence he vaulted into the seat
With so much vigor, strength, and heat,
That he had almost tumbled over
With his own weight, but did recover,
By laying hold of tail and mane,
Which oft he used instead of rein.
_Hudibras_. S. BUTLER.

HOSPITALITY.

You must come home with me and be my guest;
You will give joy to me, and I will do
All that is in my power to honor you.
_Hymn to Mercury_, P.B. SHELLEY.

Sir, you are very welcome to our house:
It must appear in other ways than words,
Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.
_Merchant of Venice, Act v. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

So say