e of war without its guilt.
_The Chase_. W.C. SOMERVILLE.

Contusion hazarding of neck or spine,
Which rural gentlemen call sport divine.
_Needless Alarm_. W. COWPER.

My hawk is tired of perch and hood,
My idle greyhound loathes his food,
My horse is weary of his stall,
And I am sick of captive thrall.
I wish I were as I have been
Hunting the hart in forests green,
With bended bow and bloodhound free,
For that's the life is meet for me!
_The Lady of the Lake: Lay of the Imprisoned Huntsman,
Canto VI_. SIR W. SCOTT.

Oh! what delight can a mortal lack,
When he once is firm on his horse's back,
With his stirrups short, and his snaffle strong,
And the blast of the horn for his morning song!
_The Hunter's Song_. B.W. PROCTER _(Barry Cornwall)_.

See from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings;
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
_Windsor Forest_. A. POPE.

But as some muskets so contrive it,
As oft to miss the mark they drive at,
And though well aimed at duck or plover,
Bear wide, and kick their owners over.
_McFingal, Canto I_. J. TRUMBULL.

HYPOCRISY.

Oh, for _a forty-parson power_ to chant
Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn
Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt,
Not practise!
_Don Juan, Canto X_. LORD BYRON.

For neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,
By his permissive will, through heaven and earth.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. III_. MILTON.

Away, and mock the time with fairest show;
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
_Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 7_. SHAKESPEARE.

O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
_Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds!
_Cymbeline, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

She that asks
Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all,
And hates their coming.
_The Task, Bk. II_. W. COWPER.

He seemed
For dignity composed and high exploit:
But all was false and hollow.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. II_. MILTON.

He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven
To serve the Devil in.
_Course of Time, Bk. VIII_ R. POL