Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid:
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans.
_Love's Labor's Lost, Act iii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.
No wonder Cupid is a murderous boy:
A fiery archer making pain his joy.
His dam, while fond of Mars, is Vulcan's wife,
And thus 'twixt fire and sword divides her life.
_Greek Anthology_. MELEAGER.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
_King Lear, Act v. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.
Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Draw near them then in being merciful;
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
_Titus Andronicus, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.
GOOD.
What good I see humbly I seek to do,
And live obedient to the law, in trust
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
_The Light of Asia_. SIR E. ARNOLD.
There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as before;
The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound.
_Abt Vogler, IX_. R. BROWNING.
Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood,
He tried the luxury of doing good.
_Tales of the Hall, Bk. III_. G. CRABBE.
'T is well said again;
And 't is a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds.
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