. Oracles from the poets: a fanciful diversion for the drawing room. heir eyes,Where all is counterfeit, And truth hath never say,Where hearts themselves do cheat, Concealing hopes decay,And, writhing at the stake,Themselves do liars make. Burns. Motherwell. 207 58. You call the time misspent that is bestowdOn loud-tongued orators, whose art it is To launch their hearers upon passions tide,And drive them on by gusts of windy words. Cumberland—Calvary. 59. You do despise a liar as you do despise one that is false, or as you despise one that is not Wives of Windsor. 60. Songs and unba
. Oracles from the poets: a fanciful diversion for the drawing room. heir eyes,Where all is counterfeit, And truth hath never say,Where hearts themselves do cheat, Concealing hopes decay,And, writhing at the stake,Themselves do liars make. Burns. Motherwell. 207 58. You call the time misspent that is bestowdOn loud-tongued orators, whose art it is To launch their hearers upon passions tide,And drive them on by gusts of windy words. Cumberland—Calvary. 59. You do despise a liar as you do despise one that is false, or as you despise one that is not Wives of Windsor. 60. Songs and unbaked poetry,Such as the dabblers of our time contrive, That has no weight, nor wheel to move the mind,Nor indeed nothing but an empty sound. Beaumont and Fletcher—The Elder Brother. 2*v\^w\^v WHERE OR WHAT WILL BE YOURRESIDENCE? The world was all before her, where to choose I Her place of rest, and Providence her guide. I Milton. I The mind is its own place, and of itself ICan make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. Milton. WHERE OE WHAT WILL BE YOURRESIDENCE?. EAR some fair town youll have a private seat,Built uniform, not little, nor too great;It shall within no other things contain,But what are useful, necessary, plain;A little garden grateful to the eye,While a cool rivulet runs murmuring Choice. 2. Amongst the vines, Seest thou not where thy villa stands ? The moon-beamStrikes on the granite column, and mountains Rise sheltering round it. Lady Flora Hastings. 3. Child of the town and hustling street,What woes and snares await thy feet! ar I 212 \ Thy paths are paved for many miles, \ Thy groves and hills are peaks and tiles. \ • Allan Cunningham. s 4. A warm but simple home, where thoult enjoy \ With one, who shares thy pleasures and thy heart, \ Sweet converse, sipping calm the fragrant lymph \ Which neatly is prepared. :; Cowper. s \ 5. Low in the glen, > Down which a little stream hath furrowd deep \ *f Tween meeting birchen boughs, a shelvy channel
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