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Slow-consuming age.
a. GRAY-Ode on Eton College. St. 9.
When he is forsaken,

Withered and shaken,
What can an old man do but die?

b. Hoon-- Ballad.


So may'st thou live till like ripe fruit thou

Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease
Gather'd, not harshly pluck'd, for death

MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. XI.

Line 535. Se Life's year begins and closes ;

Days, though short'ning, still can shine ; What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

MOORE-Spring and Autumn. Thyself no more deceive, thy youth hath fled. PETRARCH-To Laura in Death.

Sonnet LXXXII.




Why will you break the Sabbath of my days? Now sick alike of Envy and of Praise. p. POPE-First Book of Horace. Ep. I.

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Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage,
Till pitying Nature signs the last release,
And bids afflicted worth retire to peace.
SAM'L JOHNSON-. Vanity of Human

Wishes. Line 308.

Age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by

d. LONGFELLOW- Morituri Salutamus.

Line 284. And the bright faces of my young compan

ions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. LONGFELLOW – Spanish Student.

Act III. Sc. 3. How far the gulf-stream of our youth may

flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself survives. f. LONGFELLOW— Morituri Salutamus.

Line 250. The course of my long life hath reached at

last, In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea, The common harbor, where must rendered

be, Account of all the actions of the past.

g. LONGFELLOW -- Old Age. The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more

dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary.

h. LONGFELLOW-Canzone.

Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age. i. LONGFELLOW— Morituri Salutamus.

Line 264. Age is not all decay ; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. j. GEORGE MacDonalD— The Marquis of

Lossie. Ch. XL.
Set is the sun of iny years ;
And over a few poor ashes,

I sit in my clarkness and tears.

The ages roll Forward ; and forward with them, draw my


Into time's infinite sea.
And to be glad, or sad, I care no more :
But to have done, and to have been, before

I cease to do and be.
1. OWEN MEREDITH - The Wanderer.

Bk. IV.
A Confession and Apology. St. 9.

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Begin to patch up thine old body for heaven.

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 4.





For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of time Steals ere we can effect them.

All's Well that Ends Well. Act V.

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Though now this grained face of mine be

In sap-consuming winter's drizzle snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory.
Comedy of Errors. Act V. Sc. 1.

What should we speak of When we are old as you ? When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December.

Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. When the age is in, the wit is out. P. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III.

Sc. 5.

You are old ; Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her contine.

9. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4. Every man desires to live long ; but no man would be old. SWIFT- Thoughts on Various Subjects,

Moral and Diverting. Age, too, shines out, and garrulous recounts the feats of youth, 1. THOMSON- The Seasons. Autumn.

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Give me a staff of honor for mine age,
But not a sceptre to control the world.
b. Titus Andronicus. Act 1. Sc. 2.

His silver hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion,
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds.

Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

d. Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 2. Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and

years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5.

My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf : And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses not loud, but deep, mouth-honor,

breath, Which the poor heart w ld fain deny, and

dare not. f. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 3.

O father Abbot,
An old man, broken with the storms of State,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity.
g. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2.

O, heavens,
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway
Allow obedience, if you yourselves are old,
Make it your cause.

King Lear. Act II. Sc. 4.
Pray, do not mock me :
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

i. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 7. Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. j. King Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2.

Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer.

k Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 2. The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show,

Of mouthed graves will give thee memory, Thou by thy dial's shady stealth maiest know,

Time's thievish progress to eternity. 1.

Sonnet LXXII. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.

As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 3


O good gray head which all men knew, TENNYSON—On the Death of the Duke

of Wellington, St. 4. A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.

WORDSWORTH The Fountain.
But an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,
Shall lead thee to thy grave.

WORDSWORTH -- To a Young Lady.
Thus fares it still in our decay,
And yet the wiser mind
Mourns less for what age takes away
Than what it leaves behind.

WORDSWORTH The Fountain. St. 9. Shall we-shall aged men, like aged trees, Strike deeper their vile root, and closer cling, Still more enamour'd of their wretched soil? y Young- Night Thoughts. Night IV.

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What else remains for me?

Youth, hope, and love; To build a new life on a ruined life. 0. LONGFELLOW— Masque of Pandora.

Pt. VIII. In the Garden.

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Ambition has no rest.
P. BULWER-LYTTON-Richelieu. Act III.

Sc. 1.


All ambitions, upward tending, Like plants in mines, which never saw the


My hour at last is come; Yet not ingloriously or passively I die, but first will do some valiant deed, Of which mankind shall hear in after time. b. BRYANT's Homer's Iliad. Bk. XXII.

Line 375. No man is born without ambitious worldly desires.

CARLYLE-Essays. Schiller. Thy danger chiefly lies in acting well; No crime's so great as daring to excel. d. CHURCHILL- Epistle to Hogarth.

Line 51, The noblest spirit is most strongly attracted by the love of glory. e.

CICERO. I had a soul above buttons. f. GEORGE COLEMAN, JR. - Sylvester Daggerwood, or New Hay at the Old

Market. Sc. 1.

The man who seeks one thing in life, and but

one, May hope to achieve it before life be done; But he who seeks all things, wherever he

goes, Only reaps from the hopes which around

him he sows. A harvest of barren regrets. 9. OWEN MEREDITH-Lucile. Pt. I.

Canto II. St. 10.


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Wit, seeking truth, from cause to cause as

cends, And never rests till it the first attain; Will, seeking good, finds many middle ends;

But never stays till it the last do gain. g. SiR JOHN DAVIESThe Immortality of

the Soul. Wild ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land. h. DRYDEN- Absalom and Achitophel.

Pt. I. Line 190.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. I.

Line 263. But what will not ambition and revenge Descend to? who aspires must down as low As high he soar'd ; obnoxious first or last To basest things. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. IX.

Line 168. Here may we reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell. 1. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. I.

Line 261. If at great things thou would'st arrive, Get riches first, get wealth, and treasure

heap, Not difficult, if thou hearken to me; Riches are mine, fortune is in my hand, They whom I favor thrive in wealth amain, While virtue, valor, wisdom, sit in want. MILTON— Paradise Regained. Bk. II.

Line 426. Such joy ambition finds. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. IV.

Line 92. Onward, onward may we press

Through the path of duty ; Virtue is true happiness,

Excellence true beauty ; Minds are of supernal birth, Let us make a heaven of earth. JAMES MONTGOMERY— Aspirations of

Youth. St. 3. Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious

and free, First flower of the earth, and first gem of the

The lover of letters loves power too. i.




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All may have, If they dare try, a glorious life or grave. j. HERBERT- The Temple. The

Church-Porch. My name is Norval ; on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his

store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.

k. John HOME- Douglas. Act II. Sc. 1. Studious to please, yet not asham'd to fail. I. Sam'. JOHNSON— Prologue to the

Tragedy of Irene, I see, but cannot reach, the height That lies forever in the light.

LONGFELLOW Christus. The Golden

Legend. Pt. II. A Village Church. Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions. LONGFELLOW-Drift-Wood.



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MOORE- Remember Thee. From servants hasting to be gods. y. POLLOK – Course of Time. Bk. II.

Just and Unjust Rulers. But see how oft ambition's aims are cross'd, And chiefs contend 'till all the prize is lost! Pope-Rape of the Lock. Canto V.

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Ill-weav'd ambition, how much art thou

shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough. 3. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act. V. Sc. 4.

It were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me. k. All's Well That Ends Well. Act. I.

Sc. 1. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, Aling away ambi

tion, By that, sin, fell the angels ; how can man

then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that

hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
1. Henry VIII. Act. III. Sc. 2.

The noble Brutus
Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious :
If it were so, it was a grievous fault ;
And grievously hath Cæsar answered it.

Julius Cæsar. Act. III. Sc. 2.
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire

to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women


llenry VIII. Act. III. Sc. 2. The very substance of the ambitious is merely

the shadow of a dream.
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2.

'Tis a common proof,
That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
Whereto the climber upward turns his face;
But when he once attains the upmost round,
He then unto the ladder turns his back,
Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
By which he did ascend.

P. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition. 9.

Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 1. How many a rustic Milton has pass'd by, Stilling the speechless longings of his leart, In unremitting drudgery and care ! How many a vulgar Cato las compelled His energies, no longer tameless then, To mould a pin, or fabricate u nail !

SHELLEY -- Queen Jub. Pt. V. St. I. I was born to other things.

TENNYSON- In Memoriam. Pt. CXIX. How like a mounting devil in the heart, Rules the unreined ambition.

t. WILLIS--- Parrhasius. Mad ambition trumpeteth to all. WILLIS -- From a Poem delivered at

Yale College in 1827.



A threefold measure dwells in Space-
Restless Length, with flying race ;
Stretching forward, never endeth,
Ever widening, Breadth extendeth
Ever groundless, Depth descendeth.
Types in these thon dost possess ;
Restless, onward thou must press,
Never halt nor languor know,
To the Perfect wouldst thou go ;-
Let thy reach with Breadth extend
Till the world it comprehend-
Dive into the Depth to see
Germ and root of all that be.
Ever onward must thy soul ;-
"Tis the progress gains the goal ;
Ever widen more its bound;
In the Full the clear is found,
And the Truth-dwells under ground.
SCHILLER -Sentences of Confucius.

Ambition is no cure for love.
SCOTT-- Lay of the Last Minstrel.

Canto I. St. 27. Ambition's debt is paid. 4.

Julius Cæsar. Act. III. Sc. 1.

I am not covetous for gold ;
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost ;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear ;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honor
I am the most offending soul alive.
Henry V. Act. IV. Sec. 3.

I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition ; which o'erleaps itself,
and falls on the other-

Macbeth. Act. I. Sc. 7.

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Press on ! for it is godlike to unloose
The spirit, and forget yourself in thought ;
Bending a pinion for the deeper sky,
And, in the very fetters of your flesh,
Mating with the pure essences of heaven !
Press on !—“for in the grave there is no work
And no device.”—Press on! while yet you

may !
WILLIS-From a Poem delivered at

Yale College in 1827.
Ambition has but one reward for all :
A little power, a little transient fame,
A grave to rest in, and a fading name!

Domain. Line 90.

Talents angel-bright, If wanting worth, are shining instruments In false ambition's hand, to finish faults Illustrious, and give infamy renown. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VI.

Line 273. Too low they build who build beneath the stars. d. YOUNG— Night Thoughts. Night VIII.

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In this dim world of clouding cares,

We rarely know, till 'wildered eyes

See white wings lessening up the skies, The Angels with us unawares. k. GERALD MASSEY- The Ballad of Babe

Cristabel. As far as Angel's ken. 1. Motor-Paradise Lost, Bk. 1.

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God will deign
To visit oft the dwellings of just men
Delighted, and with frequent intercourse
Thither will send his winged messengers
On errands of supernal grace.
MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. VII.

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Sweetly did they float upon the wings
Of silence through the empty-vaulted night,
At every fall smoothing the raven down
Of darkness till it smiled !

MILTON- Comus. Line 249.
The helmed Cherubim,
And sworded Seraphim,
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings

MILTON-Hymn on the Nativity. St. 110.

Angel voices sung
The mercy of their God, and strung
Their harps.
P. MOORE— Loves of the Angels. Third

Angel's Story. A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares


ROGERSHuman Life.
And flights of angels sing thce to thy rest.

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ANGELS, Angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. CAMPBELL - Pleasures of Hope. Pt. II.

Line 357. Angel visits, few and far between. CAMPBELL- Pleasures of Hope. Pt. II.

Line 386. O, though oft depressed and lonely,

All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only

Such as these have lived and died !

LONGFELLOW-Footsteps of Angels.
The good one, after every action closes
His volume, and ascends with it to God.
The other keeps his dreadful day-book open
Tillsunset, that we may repent; which doing,
The record of the action fades away,
And leaves a line of white across the page.
Now if my act be good, as I believe,
It cannot be recalled. It is already
Sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accom-

plished. The rest is yours. h. LONGFELLOW-Christus, The Golden

Legend. Pt. VI. All God's angels come to us disguised ; Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death, One after other lift their frowning masks, And we behold the seraph's face beneath, All radiant with the glory and the calm Of having looked upon the front of God. i. LOWELL- On the Death of a Friend's

Child. Line 21. An angel stood and met my gaze, Through the low doorway of my tent; The tent is struck, the vision stays ;I only know she came and went.

j. LOWELL- She Came and Went.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest


Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 3.
We hold the keys of Heaven within our

The gift and heirloom of a former state,

And lie in infancy at Heaven's gate, Trınsfigured in the light that streams along

the lands! Around our pillow's golden ladders rise,

And up and down the skies,

With winged sandals shod, The angels come, and go, the Messengers of

God! t. STODDARD— Hymn to the Beautiful.

St. 3.

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