I mean you lie—under a mistake.
That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies;
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright—
But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
And he that does one fault at first,
And lies to hide it, makes it two.
I give him joy that's awkward at a lie.
M
MAGNOLIA
Magnolia
Fragrant o'er all the western groves
The tall magnolia towers unshaded.
Majestic flower! How purely beautiful
Thou art, as rising from thy bower of gree'n,
Those dark and glossy leaves so thick and full,
Thou standest like a high-born forest queen
Among thy maidens clustering round so fair,—
I love to watch thy sculptured form unfolding,
And look into thy depths, to image there
A fairy cavern, and while thus beholding,
And while thy breeze floats o'er thee, matchless flower,
I breathe the perfume, delicate and strong,
That comes like incense from thy petal-bower;
My fancy roams those southern woods along,
Beneath that glorious tree, where deep among
The unsunned leaves thy large White flowercups hung!
C. P. Cranch—Poem to the Magnolia Grandiflora.
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MAMMON
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| text = <poem>I rose up at the dawn of day,—
"Get thee away! get thee away!
Pray'st thou for riches? Away, away!
This is the throne of Mammon grey."
Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare,
And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.
Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures
To restless action spurs our fate!
Cursed when for soft, indulgent leisures,
He lays for us the pillows straight.
Goethe—Faust.
We cannot serve God and Mammon.
Matthew. VI. 24.
Mammon led them on—
Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From Heaven: for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed In vision beatific.</poem>
Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store,
Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
What treasures here do Mammon's sons behold!
Yet know that all that which glitters is not gold.
Quarles—Emblems. Bk. II. Emblem V.
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MAN
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| text = The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
Akenside—Epistle to Curio.
Man only,—rash, refined, presumptuous Man—
Starts from his rank, and mars Creation's plan!
Born the free heir of nature's wide domain,
To art's strict limits bounds his narrow'd reign;
Resigns his native rights for meaner things,
For Faith and Fetters, Laws and Priests and
Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. The Progress of
Man. L. 55.
Non e un si bello in tante altre persone,
Natura il fece, e poi roppa la stampa.
There never was such beauty in another man.
Nature made him, and then broke the mould.
Ariosto—Orlando Furwso. Canto X. St. 84.
L'on peut dire sans hyperbole, que la nature,
que la apres l'avoir fait en cassa la moule.
Angelo Constantini—La Vie de Scarammwhe. L. 107. (Ed. 1690)
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| text = Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous,
Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.
Aristophanes—Birds. Trans, by John
hookham frere.
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| text = Let each man think himself an act of God.
His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.
Bailey—Festus. Proem. L. 162.
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply
And souls are ripened in our northern sky.
Anna Letitia Barbauld—The Invitation.
