Convey a libel in a frown,
And wink a reputation down!
Journal of a Modern Lady.  J. SWIFT.

After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honor from corruption. 
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
King Henry VIII., Act v.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

                 I pray you, in your letters,
  When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
  Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
  Nor set down aught in malice:  then, must you speak
  Of one that loved, not wisely, but too well: 
  Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
  Perplexed in the extreme; of one, whose hand,

Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away,
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdued eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum.  Set you down this.
Othello, Act v.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  O God!—­Horatio, what a wounded name,
  Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! 
  If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
  Absent thee from felicity awhile,
  And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
  To tell my story.
Hamlet, Act v.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

RESIGNATION.

Behold, how brightly breaks the morning,
Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.
Behold how brightly breaks.  J. KENNEY.

                  God is much displeased
  That you take with unthankfulness his doing: 
  In common worldly things, ’t is called ungrateful,
  With dull unwillingness to repay a debt
  Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
  Much more to be thus opposite with heaven,
  For it requires the royal debt it lent you.
King Richard III., Act ii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

Thus ready for the way of life or death,
I wait the sharpest blow.
Pericles, Act i.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

      What’s gone and what’s past help
  Should be past grief.
Winter’s Tale, Act iii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  But hushed be every thought that springs
  From out the bitterness of things.
Addressed to Sir G.H.B.  W. WORDSWORTH.

       Down, thou climbing sorrow,
  Thy element’s below!
King Lear, Act ii.  Sc 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

’T is impious in a good man to be sad. Night Thoughts, Night IV.  DR. E. YOUNG.

  The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
  Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
To an Afflicted Protestant Lady.  W. COWPER.

Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy. Romeo and Juliet, Act iii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Now let us thank the Eternal Power:  convinced
  That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,—­
  That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour
  Serves but to brighten all our future days.
Barbarossa, Act v.  Sc. 3.  J. BROWN.