ectation.=
There affectation, with a sickly mien,
Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen;
Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head aside;
Faints into airs, and languishes with pride;
On the rich quilt sinks with becoming woe,
Wrapt in a gown, for sickness, and for show.
45
POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iv., Line 31.
=Affection.=
Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
46
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
Affection is a coal that must be cool'd,
Else, suffer'd, it will set the heart on fire.
47
SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 387.
=Affliction.=
Affliction is the good man's shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
48
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ix., Line 406.
Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced
That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction.
49
JOHN BROWN: _Barbarossa,_ Act v., Sc. 3.
=Affronts.=
Young men soon give and soon forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.
50
ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 5.
=Age.=
When the age is in, the wit is out.
51
SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iii., Sc. 5
His silver hairs
Will purchase us a good opinion,
And buy men's voices to commend our deeds;
It shall be said,--his judgment rul'd our hands.
52
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
Manhood, when verging into age, grows thoughtful.
53
CAPEL LOFFT'S _Aphorisms. Published in_ 1812.
I am declin'd into the vale of years.
54
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women
Cloy th' appetites they feed; but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies.
55
SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
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!
56
SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.
We see time's furrows on another's brow...
How few themselves in that just mirror see!
57
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 627.
O, sir! I must not tell my age.
They say women and music should never be dated.
58
GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Con.,_ Act iii.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
To view each loved one blotted from life's page,
And be alone on earth as I am now.
59
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 98.
Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime
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