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RIGHTEOUSNESS For the ultimate notion of right is that which tends to the universal good; and when one's act- Be not righteous overmuch. ing in a certain manner has this tendency he has Ecclesiastes. VII. 16. a right thus to act. FRANCIS HUTCHESON—A System of Moral Phi- Every one that useth milk is unskilful in the
losophy. The General Notions of Rights and word of righteousness: for he is a babe. Laws Explained. Bk. II. Ch. III.
Hebrews. V. 13.
14 Equal rights for all, special privileges for none.
A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast;
but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel. THOMAS JEFFERSON.
Proverbs. XII. 10.
15 Wc hold these truths to be self-evident,--that Righteousness exalteth a nation. all men are created equal; that they are endowed Proverbs. XIV. 34. ty their Creacor with certain inalienable rights; chat among these are Life, Liberty, and the I have been young, and now am old; yet have pursuit of happiness.
I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed THOMAS JEFFERSON—Declaration of Independ- begging bread. ence of the U.S. of America.
Psalms. XXXVII. 25.
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best,
Our little English Robin;
Bearing His cross, while Christ passed forth for
lorn, His God-like forehead by the mock crown torn, A little bird took from that crown one thorn. To soothe the dear Redeemer's throbbing head, That bird did what she could; His blood, 'tis
said, Down dropping, dyed her tender bosom red. Since then no wanton boy disturbs her nest; Weasel nor wild cat will her young molest; All sacred deem the bird of ruddy breast. HOSKYNS-ABRAHALL-The Redbreast. A Bréton
Legend. In English Lyrics.
On fair Britannia's isle, bright bird,
A legend strange is told of thee, — "Tis said thy blithesome song was hushed
While Christ toiled up Mount Calvary, Bowed 'neath the sins of all mankind;
And humbled to the very dust By the vile cross, while viler men
Mocked with a crown of thorns the Just. Pierced by our sorrows, and weighed down
By our transgressions,—faint and weak, Crushed by an angry Judge's frown,
And agonies no word can speak,'Twas then, dear bird, the legend says
That thou, from out His crown, didst tear The thorns, to lighten the distress,
And ease the pain that he must bear, While pendant from thy tiny beak
The gory points thy bosom pressed,
The sober brownness of thy breast!
As an especial sign of grace
Red signs of favor o'er thy race!
Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss. Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?
BYRON-Don Juan. Canto III. St. 8.
He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance, And banner waves, and trumpet sounds, And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
The dusk of centuries and of song.
Inn. Pt. V. L. 130.
You have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malcontent; to relish a lovesong, like a robin redbreast.
Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 16.
The Redbreast, sacred to the household gods,
O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV. St. 78.
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;
BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto IV St. 145.
bird and the Rooks.
THOMSON--The Seasons. Spring. L. 756.
If you are at Rome live in the Roman style; if you are elsewhere live as they live elsewhere. Sr. AMBROSE to St. AUGUSTINE. Quoted by
JEREMY TAYLOR. Ductor Dubitantium. I. 1. 5.
Quod tantis Romana manus contexuit annis
What Roman power slowly built, an unarmed traitor instantly overthrew. CLAUDIANUS—In Rufinúm. II. 52.
When I am at Rome I fast as the Romans do; when I am at Milan I do not fast. So likewise you, whatever church you come to, observe the custom of the place, if you would neither give offence to others, nor take offence from them.
Another version of St. AMBROSE's advice.
Veuve d'un peuple-roi, mais reine encore du monde.
(Rome) Widow of a King-people, but still queen of the world. GABRIEL GILBERT-Papal Rome.
When I am at Rome, I fast on a Saturday: when I am at Milan I do not. Do the same. Follow the custom of the church where you are. ST. AUGUSTINE gives this as the advice of St.
AMBROSE to him. See Epistle to Januarius.
(See also BURTON, CERVANTES)
Rome, Rome, thou art no more
As thou hast been!
Thou sat'st a queen.
Omitte mirari beatæ
Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome. HORACE_Carmina. III. 29. 11.
Now conquering Rome doth conquered Rome
inter, And she the vanquished is, and vanquisher. To show us where she stood there rests alone
Tiber; and that too hastens to be gone. Learn, hence what fortune can. Towns glide
away; And rivers, which are still in motion, stay. JOACHIM DU BELLAY--Antiquitez de Rome.
(Third stanza of this poem taken from JANUS VITALIS.) Trans. by WILLIAM BROWNE, from a Latin version of the same by JANUS VITALIS—In Urbem Romam Qualis est hodie. See GORDON GOOdwin's ed. of Poems of WILLIAM BROWNE. Trans.
also by SPENSER, in Complaints. Every one soon or late comes round by Rome. ROBERT BROWNING-Ring and the Book. V. 296.
(See also LA FONTAINE) 9
When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done. BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. III. 4. 2.
(See also AUGUSTINE)
In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge.
A coin unsordid as a bond of love
And, with the instinct of the homing dove, I gave to Rome my rendezvous and pledge.
And when imperious Death Has quenched my flame of breath, Oh, let me join the faithful shades that throng
that fount above. ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON-Italian Rhap
Tous chemins vont à Rome; ainsi nos concur
rents Crurent pouvoir choisir des sentiers différents.
All roar's lead to Rome, but our antagonists • think we should choose different paths. LA FONTAINE--Le Juge Arbitre. Fable XII. 28. 4.
(See also BROWNING)
1 Rome was not built in a day. Latin in PALINGENIUS. (1537) BEAUMONT
AND FLETCHER-Little French Lawyer. Act I. Sc. 3. Same idea "No se ganó Zamora en una hora.-Zamora was not conquered in an hour." CERVANTES—Don Quixote. II: 23.
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their deaa!
POPE-Moral Essays. Epistle to Addison. I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!
O rose, who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheatKept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame
thee. E. E. BROWNING-A Dead Rose. 13
'Twas a yellow rose, By that south window of the little house, My cousin Romney gathered with his hand On all my birthdays, for me, save the last; And then I shook the tree too rough, too rough, For roses to stay after.
E. B. BROWNING--Aurora Leigh. Bk. VI.
E. B. BROWNING—A Lay of the Early Rose.
“For if I wait," said she, “Till time for roses be,– For the moss-rose and the musk-rose, Maiden-blush and royal-dusk rose,
“What glory then for me
In such a company?-
E. B. BROWNING—A Lay of the Early Rose.
Red as a rose of Harpocrate.
(See also BURMANN under SECRECY)
E. B. BROWNING-Lord Walter's Wife. A white rosebud for a guerdon.
E. B. BROWNING—Romance of the Swan's Nest. All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
ROBERT BROWNING– One Way of Love.
The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.
Loveliest of lovely things are they
BRYANT- A Scene on the Banks of the Hudson. I'll pu' the budding rose, when Phæbus peeps in
view, For its like a baumy kiss o'er her sweet bonnie
mou'! BURNS——The Posie.
Thus to the Rose, the Thistle:
Why art thou not of thistle-breed?
For asses might upon thee feed.
Trans. from the German by FREDERICK
The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets
Most perfect dies.
Yon rose-buds in the morning dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
E. B. BROWNING—Aurora Leigh. Bk. II.
Roses were sette of swete savour,
CHAUCER—The Romaunt of the Rose.
I did not pray Him to lay bare
The mystery to me,
And His own face to see.
Our loving lot was cast: It was the time of roses
We pluck'd them as we pass'd. HOODBallad. It was not in the Winter.
It never will rain roses: when we want
(See also LOVEMAN under RAIN) Oh, raise your deep-fringed lids that close
To wrap you in some sweet dream's thrall;
You wore but last night at the ball.
French.) See WERNER's Readings No. 8.
R. W. GILDER—The White and Red Rose.
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
KEATS- On Fame.
Pflücke Rosen, weil sie blühn,
Morgen ist nicht heut!
Morgen ist nicht heut.
To-morrow is yet far away.
In to-morrow or to-day. GLEIM-Benutzung der Zeit.
(See also HERRICK Under TIME)
Woo on, with odour wooing me,
Faint rose with fading core;
Will bloom forevermore.
Night. Pt. III. 21 Mais elle étai mond, où les plus belles choses
Ont le pire destin;
L'espace d'un matin.
It is written on the rose
In its glory's full array: