ADVOCATE. AERIAL. AFFABILITY.

ADVOCATE.

Me his advocate

And propitiation; all his works in me,
Good or not good, ingraft.

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Milton.

Learn what thou ow'st thy country and thy friend; What's requisite to spare, and what to spend: Learn this; and after envy not the store

Of the greatest advocate who grinds the poor.

Dryden.

Foes to all living worth except your own,
And advocates for folly dead and gone.

Pope.

AERIAL.

WHERE those immortal shapes

Milton.

Of bright aerial spirits live insphered,
In regions mild of calm and serene air.
The gifts of heaven my following song pursues,
Aerial honey and ambrosial dews.

Dryden, from Virgil.

From all that can with fins or feathers fly,
Through the aerial or the watery sky.

Prior.

Here subterranean works and cities see,
There towns aerial in the waving tree.

Pope.

AFFABILITY.

HEARING of her beauty and her wit,
Her affability and bashful modesty,

Her wondrous qualities and mild behaviour.

Shakspere.

Gentle to me, and affable hath been

Thy condescension, and shall be honoured ever
With grateful memory.

Milton.

Be affable to all men, for it well
Becomes thee, howsoever high thou art
In rank or station, so to bend and meet
Thy fellow-creatures with a kindly word,
And gracious look of affability.

H. G. A.

WE pour out our affections with our blood,
And with our blood's affections fill our lives. Ovid.

What war so cruel, or what siege so sore,
As that which strong affections do apply

Against the fort of reason, evermore
To bring the soul into captivity!

Spenser.

Most wretched man,
That to affections does the bridle lend;
In their beginning they are weak and wan,
But soon through sufferance grow to fearful end.

Of all the tyrants that the world affords,
Our own affections are the fiercest lords.

By tyranny,

or

Spenser.

Earl of Stirling.

Affections injured igour of compulsion,

Like tempest-threatened trees, unfirmly rooted,

Ne'er spring to timely growth.

Her sweet humour,

John Ford.

That was as easy as a calm, and peaceful;
All her affections, like the dews on roses,

Fair as the flowers themselves as sweet and gentle.

Beaumont and Fletcher.

Alas! our young affections run to waste,
Or water but the desert; whence arise
But weeds of dark luxuriance, tares of haste,
Rank at the core, though tempting to the eyes,
Flowers whose wild odours breathe but agonies,
And trees whose gums are poison: such the plants
Which spring beneath her steps as passion flies
O'er the world's wilderness, and vainly pants

For some celestial fruit forbidden to our wants.

Byron.

Few are the fragments left of follies past;
For worthless things are transient. Those that last

Have in them germs of an eternal spirit,

And out of good their permanence inherit.

AFFECTION.

Baseness is mutability's ally,

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But the sublime affections never die. Dr. Bowring.

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A mind that, in a calm angelic mood

Of happy wisdom meditating good,

Beholds, of all from her high pov

powers required,

Much done, and much designed, and more desired;

Harmonious thoughts, a soul by truth refin'd,

Entire affection for all human kind.

Affection, earth's great purifier, stirs

Our embers into flame; and that ascends.

Wordsworth.

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There is in life no blessing like affection;
It sooths, it hallows, elevates, subdues,
And bringeth down to earth its native heaven;
It sits beside the cradle patient hours,
Whose sole contentment is to watch and love;
It bendeth o'er the death-bed, and conceals
Its own despair with words of faith and hope.
Life hath nought else that may supply its place;
Void is ambition, cold is vanity,

And wealth an empty glitter without love.

Miss Landon.

Oh! there is one affection which no stain
Of earth can ever darken-when two find,
The softer and the manlier, that a chain
Of kindred taste has fastened mind to mind.
'Tis an attraction from all sense refined;
The good can only know it. 'Tis not blind,

As love is, unto baseness; its desire

Is but with hands entwined to lift our being higher.

Percival.

Affection is the Deity's best gift,
The brightest star that glitters in his crown,
And flashes its refulgence to the earth.

Ann S. Stevens.

Affection's power who can suppress,
And master when it sinneth;
Of worthy praise deserves no less,
Than he that kingdoms winneth.

Brandon.

THOUGH affliction, at the first, doth vex

Most virtuous natures, from the sense that 'tis
Unjustly laid; yet, when the amazement which
That new pain brings is worn away, they then
Embrace oppression straight, with such
Obedient cheerfulness, as if it came

From heaven, not man.

Sir William Davenant.

Perfumes, the more they're chafed, the more they render
Their pleasant scents; and so affliction
Expresseth virtue fully, whether true,

Or else adulterate.

John Webster.

Like a ball that bounds

According to the force with which 'twas thrown,
So in affliction's violence, he that's wise,

The more he's cast down, will the higher rise.

Nabb.

Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction;
As oft the cloud that wraps the present hour
Serves but to lighten all our future days. Browne.

Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue,
Where patience, honour, sweet humanity,
Calm fortitude, take root and flourish.

Mallet.

Affliction is the good man's shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray:
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.-Young.

Prosperity, alas!

Is often but another name for pride
And selfishness, which scorns another's woe;
While our keen disappointments are the food
Of that humility which entereth heaven,
Finding itself at home. The things we mourn
Work our eternal gain. Then let our joys
Be tremulous as the mimosa leaf,
And each affliction with a serious smile
Be welcomed in at the heart's open door,
As the good patriarch met his muffled guests,
And found them angels.

Sigourney.

AFFRONT. AFTER.

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AFFRONT.

OFT have they violated

The temple, oft the law with foul affronts,
Abominations rather.

Milton.

His holy rites and solemn feasts profaned,
And with their darkness durst affront His light.

But harm precedes not sin; only our foe
Tempting affronts us with his foul esteem
Of our integrity.

Milton.

Milton.

You've done enough, for you designed my chains, The grace is vanished, but the affront remains.

Young men soon forgive, and forget affronts;
Old age is slow in both.

Dryden.

Addison.

When truth or virtue an affront endures,
The affront is mine, my friend, and should be yours.

Pope.

A moral, sensible, and well-bred man,
Will not affront me, and no other can.

Cowper.

Angrily, hath yet to learn

Lessons hard to learn, yet sweet! H. G. A.

AFTER.

'TIs the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.

I still shall wait

Some new hereafter, and a future state.

Addison.

Prior.