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PERJURY. Who shall be trusted now, when the right hand Is perjured from the bosom?
Till they have gain'd their ends, are giants in
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.
Ripe persecution, like the plant
Whose nascence Mocha boasted,
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.
His wasting flesh with anguish burns,
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
Petitions not sweetened
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.
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.
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.
I came not here on such a trivial toy
Triumphant leaders at an army's head,