Different minds
  Incline to different objects:  one pursues
  The vast alone, the wonderful, the wild;
  Another sighs for harmony, and grace,
  And gentlest beauty.

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Such and so various are the tastes of men. Pleasures of the Imagination, Bk.  III.  M. AKENSIDE.

TEAR.

  The rose is fairest when ’t is budding new,
    And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. 
  The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew. 
    And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
Lady of the Lake, Canto IV.  SIR W. SCOTT.

  O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
  In the small orb of one particular tear!
A Lover’s Complaint, Stanza XLII.  SHAKESPEARE.

Sunshine and rain at once.
King Lear, Act iv.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

  The drying up a single tear has more
  Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
Don Juan, Canto VIII.  LORD BYRON.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain. On the Death of Mr. West.  T. GRAY.

  Oh! would I were dead now. 
  Or up in my bed now,
  To cover my head now
  And have a good cry!
A Table of Errata.  T. HOOD.

So bright the tear in Beauty’s eye. 
Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
Bride of Abydos.  LORD BYRON.

I cannot speak, tears so obstruct my words,
And choke me with unutterable joy.
Caius Marius.  T. OTWAY.

                 Sorrow preys upon
  Its solitude and nothing more diverts it
  From its sad visions of the other world
  Than calling it at moments back to this. 
  The busy have no time for tears.
The Two Foscari, Act iv.  LORD BYRON.

TEMPER.

Oh! blessed with temper, whose unclouded ray
Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.
Moral Essays, Epistle II.  A. POPE.

  From loveless youth to uninspected age,
  No passion gratified, except her rage,
  So much the fury still outran the wit,
  That pleasure missed her, and the scandal hit.
Moral Essays, Epistle II.  A. POPE.

  Good-humor only teaches charms to last,
  Still makes new conquests and maintains the past.
Epistle to Mrs. Blount.  A. POPE.

  What then remains, but well our power to use,
  And keep good-humor still whate’er we lose? 
  And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail,
  When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.
Rape of the Lock, Canto V.  A. POPE.

TEMPTATION.

  How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
  Makes ill deeds done!
King John, Act iv.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.