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PERJURY. Who shall be trusted now, when the right hand Is perjured from the bosom?


Great men,

Till they have gain'd their ends, are giants in
Their promises, but those obtain’d, weak pigmies
In their performances. And it is a maxim
Allow'd among them, so they may deceive,
They may swear any thing; for the queen of love,
As they hold constantly, does never punish,
But smiles at lovers' perjuries.


PERMANENT. Oft in a quiet sky the deep With unmov'd waves seems fast asleep, And oft again the blustering north In angry heaps provokes them forth. If then this world, which holds all nations, Suffers itself such alterations, That not this mighty, massy frame, Nor any part of it can claim One certain course, why should man prate Or censure the designs of fate? Why from frail honours, and goods lent, Should he expect things permanent? Since it is enacted by divine decree That nothing mortal shall eternal be.--H. Vaughan.

But grant to life some perquisites of joy;
A time there is, when, like a thrice-told tale,
Long rifled life of sweets can yield no more.

But what avails the pride of gardens rare,
However royal, or however fair,
If perquisited varlets frequent stand,
And each new walk must a new tax demand.





HEAVY persecution shall arise
On all who in the worship persevere
Of spirit and truth.

With persecution armed, the sacred code
Of law he dashes thoughtless to the ground.–Valpy.

Ripe persecution, like the plant

Whose nascence Mocha boasted,
Some bitter fruit produced, whose worth

Was never known, till roasted. Colton.

PERSEVERANCE. PERSEVERANCE, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright. To have none, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty nail In monumental mockery.


Perseverance is a Roman virtue, That wins each god-like act, and plucks success Even from the spear-proof crest of rugged danger.

Havard. To all the course stands open, and the prize Is held alike to all; each one may reach The wished-for goal if he but persevere. That word which cannot lie has said The man who shall endure unto the end Shall saved be.

T. II. Alsell.

Ir 't prove thy fortune, Polydore, to conquer,
(For thou hast all the arts of fine persuasion,)
Trust me, and let me know thy love's success.

Men are more eloquent than women made,
But women are more powerful to persuade.





O POLISHED perturbation! golden care!
That keep’st the ports of slumber open wide
For many a watchful night; sleep with it now,
Yet not so sound and half so deeply sweet
As he whose brow with homely biggen bound
Sleeps out the watch of night.


His wasting flesh with anguish burns,
And his perturbed soul within him mourns.-Sandys.

PETITION. Go to lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue Men give like gods; but when they weep and kneel, All their petitions are as freely theirs, As they themselves would owe them. Shakspere.

It is our base petitioning breath
That blows them to this greatness.


Petitions not sweetened
With gold, are but unsavoury, oft refused;
Or if received, are pocketed, not read.
A suitor's swelling tears by the glowing beams
Of choleric authority are dried up
Before they fall, or if seen, never pitied.


PHILANTHROPY. And now Philanthropy! thy_rays divine Dart round the globe, from Zembla to the Line; From realm to realm, with cross or crescent crowned, Where'er mankind and misery are found, O'er burning sands, deep waves, or wilds of snow, Thy Howard journeying seeks the house of woe.

Dr. Darwin.

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I PRAY thee, peace; I will be flesh and blood;
For there was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently;
However they have writ the style of gods,
And made a "pish at chance and sufferance.

A fugitive from heaven and prayer,
He mock’d at all religious fear,
Deep-scienc'd in the mazy lore
Of mad Philosophy.

From Horace.
Philosophy, a name of meek degree,
Embrac'd"in token of humility
By the proud sage, who, whilst he strove to hide,
In that vain artifice reveal'd his pride;
Philosophy, whom nature had design'd
To purge all errors from the human mind,
Herself misled by the Philosopher,
At once her priest and master, made us err:
Pride, pride like leaven in a mass of flour,
Tainted her laws, and made e'en virtue sour.

Churchill. Not to philosophers is praise denied, Whose wise instruction after ages guide. Denham. How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.

Milton. Divine Philosophy! by whose pure light We first distinguish, then pursue the right; Thy power the breast from every error frees, And weeds out all its vices by degrees.

'Giford. You brag, methinks, somewhat too much of late, Of your lamp-lit philosophy. One bite Of a mad cat-(no more than kills a tailor,) Will put an end to’t, and your dreams together.

Barry Cornwall.





PHYSIC-PHYSICIAN. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.

Shakspere. One told a gentleman His son should be a man-killer, and be hanged for 't; Who after proved a great and rich physician, And with great fame in the university Hanged up in picture for a great example.— Broome.

Physicians mend or end us, Secundem artem:—but although we sneer In health--when sick, we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer. Byron.

Your purposed low correction
Is such as basest and the meanest wretches,
For pilferings and most common trespasses,
Are punished with.


I came not here on such a trivial toy
As a strayed ewe, or to pursue the stealth
Of pilfering wolf.


Triumphant leaders at an army's head,
Hemmed round with glories, pilfer cloth or bread,
As meanly plunder as they bravely fought. Pope.

What port can such a pilot find,
Who in the night of fate must blindly steer.

To death I with such joy resort
As seamen from a tempest to their port;
Yet to that port ourselves we must not force,
Before our pilot, nature, steers our course.


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