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Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul,
Exalts great Nature's favourites; a wealth That ne'er encumbers, nor can be transferr'd.
ARMSTRONG-Art of Preserving Health.
Virtue is like a rich stone, best plain set.
Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed.
e. BACON--Essay. Of Adversity.
There is no road or ready way to virtue; it is not an easy point of art to disentangle ourselves from this riddle or web of sin. f. Sir THOMAS BROWNE-Religio Medici.
Sec. 55. Whilst shame keeps its watch, virtue is not wholly extinguished in the heart. BURKE-Reflections on the Revolution in France.
The only amaranthine flower on earth
Virtue alone is happiness below.
CRABBE-The Borough. Letter XVII.
Virtue, dear Friend! needs no defence;
WENTWORTH DILLON (Earl of Roscommom)-Translation. The Twentysecond Ode of 1st Book of Horace. St 1.
A virtuous deed should never be delay'd, The impulse comes from Heav'n, and he who strives
A moment to repress it, disobeys
S. ALEXANDER Dow-Sethona.
t. DRYDEN--Tyrannic Love. Act III.
Se. 1. Virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. DRYDEN-Imitation of Horace. Bk. I. Ode XXIX. Line 87.
It is a far greater virtue to love the true for itself alone, than to love the good for itself alone.
v. EMERSON-First Visit to England. The only reward of virtue is virtue.
EMERSON-Essay. Of Friendship.
Oh, Virtue! I have followed you through life, and find you at last but a shade. x. EURIPIDES.
Fooled thou must be, though wisest of the
Then be the fool of virtue, not of vice. From the Persian.
Shall ignorance of good and ill
Z. GAY-The Father and Jupiter. The virtuous nothing fear but life with shame,
And death's a pleasant road that leads to
Virtue is its own reward. bb. GAY-Epistle to Methuen. Line 42. His failings leaned to virtue's side. cc. GOLDSMITH-Deserted Village.
So unaffected, so compos'd a mind;
Virtue may choose the high or low Degree,
According to his virtue let us use him,
Assume a virtue, if you have it not,
Of habit's evil, is angel yet in this;
X. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4.
They now to fight are gone;
To hear was wonder;
Thunder to thunder.
m. DRAYTON-- Baliad of Agincourt.
Against beleaguer'd heaven the giants move. Hills piled on hills, on mountains mountains lie,
To make their mad approaches to the sky. n. DRYDEN'S Ovid's Metamorphoses. The Giants' War. Line 2.
All delays are dangerous in war.
The trumpet's loud clanger
With shrill notes of anger,
And mortal alarms.
DRYDEN-A Song for St. Cecilia's Day.
War he sung, is toil and trouble;
DRYDEN-Alexander's Feast. Line 97.