_Loves of the Angels: The Third Angel's Story_. T. MOORE.
Content thyself to be obscurely good.
When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
The post of honor is a private station.
_Cato, Act iv. Sc_. 4. J. ADDISON.
In a bondman's key,
With 'bated breath, and whisp'ring humbleness.
_Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
It is the witness still of excellency
To put a strange face on his own perfection.
_Much Ado About Nothing, Act ii. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
God hath sworn to lift on high
Who sinks himself by true humility.
_Miscellaneous Poems: At Hooker's Tomb_. J. KEBLE.
HUNTING.
Soon as Aurora drives away the night,
And edges eastern clouds with rosy light,
The healthy huntsman, with the cheerful horn,
Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morn.
_Rural Sports, Canto II_. J. GAY.
Together let us beat this ample field,
Try what the open, what the covert yield.
_Essay on Man, Epistle I_. A. POPE.
My hoarse-sounding horn
Invites thee to the chase, the sport of kings;
Image 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.
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