Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
_The Mourning Bride, Act_ iii. _Sc_. 8. W. CONGREVE.
HEART.
Oh, the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,--
A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing.
_The Captive Greek Girl_. J. PARDOE.
His heart was one of those which most enamor us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain.
_Beppo_. LORD BYRON.
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
_Twilight_. F-G. HALLECK.
Worse than a bloody hand is a bloody heart.
_The Cenci, Act_ v. _Sc. 2_. P.B. SHELLEY.
Who, for the poor renown of being smart,
Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
_Love of Fame, Satire II_. DR. E. YOUNG.
Nor peace nor ease the heart can know,
Which, like the needle true,
Turns at the touch of joy or woe,
But, turning, trembles too.
_A Prayer for Indifference_. MRS. F.M. GREVILLE.
Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
_The Task: Winter Walk at Noon_. W. COWPER.
My heart
Is true as steel.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act ii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.
HEAVEN.
A heart bestowed on heaven alone.
_The Corsair_. LORD BYRON.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful, beyond compare,
Will Paradise be found!
_The Earth Full of God's Goodness_.
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