Mystery. Chesterfield.

A PROPER Secrecy is the only mystery of able Men; Mystery is the only Secrecy of weak and cunning ones.

Mystery. Colton.

MYSTERY magnifies Danger, as a fog the Sun.

Mystery. - Tom Brown.

CONSIDER that the trade of a vintner is a perfect Mystery, (for that is the term the law bestows on it;) now, as all Mysteries in the world are wholly supported by hard and unintelligible terms, so you must take care to christen your Wines by some hard names, the farther fetched so much the better; and this policy will serve to recommend the most execrable stuff in all your cellar. A plausible name to an indifferent Wine is what a gaudy title is to a Fop, or fine clothes to a Woman: it helps to conceal the defects it has, and bespeaks the world in its favour. Men naturally love to be cheated, and provided the imposition is not too barefaced, will meet you half-way with all their Hearts.

Power of Names.- Zimmerman.

WITH the vulgar, and the learned, Names have great weight; the wise use a writ of inquiry into their legitimacy when they are advanced as authorities.

Narrow Mind.-Addison.

A MAN who has been brought up among Books, and is able to talk of nothing else, is a very indifferent companion, and what we call a Pedant. But we should enlarge the title, and give it to every one that does not know how to think out of his Profession and particular way of Life.

Narrow Mind.- La Bruyere.

SHORT-SIGHTED people,-I mean such who have but narrow Conceptions, never extended beyond their own little sphere,cannot comprehend that universality of Talents which is sometimes observable in one person. They allow no solidity in whatever is agreeable: or when they see in any one the graces of the Body, activity, suppleness, and dexterity, they conclude he wants the endowments of the Mind, Judgment, Prudence, and Perspicacity Let History say what it will, they will not believe that Socrates ever danced.

Fall of Nations. - Bacon.

IN the Youth of a state, Arms do flourish in the Middle Age of a state, Learning; and then both of them together for a time; in the Declining Age of a state, Mechanical Arts and Merchandise.

Fall of Nations.- Byron.

THERE is the moral of all human tales;
'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past,
First Freedom, and then Glory-when that fails,
Wealth, Vice, Corruption-Barbarism at last.
And History, with all her volumes vast,
Hath but one page.

National Character. Clay.

NATION'S Character is the sum of its splendid deeds; they constitute one common patrimony, the nation's inheritance. They awe foreign powers, they arouse and animate our own people.

Nature. Young.

LOOK Nature through, 'tis revolution all;

All change; no Death. Day follows Night; and Night
The dying Day; Stars rise, and set, and rise;
Earth takes th' example. See, the Summer gay,
With her green chaplet, and ambrosial flowers,
Droops into pallid Autumn: Winter gray,
Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm,
Blows Autumn, and his golden fruits, away:

Then melts into the Spring: soft Spring, with breath
Favonian, from warm chambers of the south,
Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades;
As in a wheel, all sinks, to reascend.
Emblems of Man, who passes, not expires.

Nature. - Shakspeare.

HATH not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted Pomp? Are not these woods

More free from peril than the envious Court?

Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,

The Season's difference; as, the icy fang,

And churlish chiding of the Winter's wind;

Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,

Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,—
This is no flattery; these are Counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.

And this our Life, exempt from public haunt,

Finds tongues in Trees, books in the running Brooks,
Sermons in Stones, and good in every thing.

Nature. Milton.

In contemplation of created things
By steps we may ascend to God.

Nature. Shakspeare.

ALL love the womb that their first beings bred.
Nature. Young.

WHO lives to Nature, rarely can be poor;
Who lives to Fancy, never can be rich.

Nature. Thomson.

WHO can paint

Like Nature? Can Imagination boast,

Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
Or can it mix them with that matchless skill,
And lose them in each other, as appears
In every Bud that blows?

Nature. - Byron.

NOT vainly did the early Persian make
His Altar the high places and the peak
Of earth-o'er gazing mountains, and thus take
A fit and unwall'd Temple, there to seek

The Spirit, in whose honour shrines are weak,
Uprear'd of Human Hands. Come, and compare
Columns and idol-dwellings, Goth, or Greek,
With Nature's realms of worship, Earth and Air,
Nor fix on fond abodes to circumscribe thy prayer!
Nature. Thomson.

NATURE! Great Parent! whose unceasing hand
Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year,

How mighty, how majestic, are thy works!
With what a pleasing Dread they swell the soul!
That sees astonish'd! and astonish'd sings!

Nature. Byron.

LIVE not the Stars and Mountains? Are the waves
Without a Spirit? Are the dropping caves
Without a feeling in their silent Tears?

No, No;-they woo and clasp us to their spheres,
Dissolve this clog and clod of clay before

Its hour, and merge our Soul in the great shore.

Nature. Shakspeare.

THE Earth, that's Nature's mother, is her tomb;
What is her burying Grave, that is her womb:

And from her womb, children of divers kind,

We sucking on her natural Bosom find;

Many for many virtues excellent,

None but for some, and yet all different.

Nature. Byron.

THERE'S Music in the sighing of a reed;
There's Music in the gushing of a rill;
There's Music in all things, if men had ears;
Their Earth is but an echo of the spheres.

Nature.-Byron.

WHERE rose the Mountains, there to him were friends;
Where roll'd the Ocean, thereon was his home;

Where a blue sky, and glowing clime extends,
He had the Passion and the power to roam :
The Desert, Forest, Cavern, Breaker's foam,
Were unto him companionship; they spake
A mutual language, clearer than the tone
Of his land's Tongue, which he would oft forsake
For Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake.

Nature. — Beattie.

NATURE, how in every charm supreme!
Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new!

Oh for the voice and fire of Seraphim,

To sing thy Glories with devotion due!
Blest be the day I 'scaped the wrangling crew,

From Pyrrho's maze, and Epicurus' sty;

And held high converse with the godlike few, Who to th' enraptured Heart, and ear, and eye, Teach Beauty, Virtue, Truth, and Love, and Melody

Nature. - Dryden.

BY viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid, Art,

Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow:

Thus Fishes first to Shipping did impart,

Their tail the Rudder, and their head the Prow.

Nature. Pope.

SEE, through this Air, this Ocean, and this Earth,
All matter quick, and bursting into birth.

Above, how high progressive life may go!
Around, how wide! how deep extend below!

Vast chain of Being! which from God began,

Nature's ethereal, human, angel, man;

Beast, Bird, Fish, Insect-what no eye can see,
No glass can reach, from infinite to Thee,

From Thee to nothing.

Nature. - Juvenal.

NATURE never says that which Wisdom will contradict.

Nature. Cowper.

SCENES must be beautiful which daily view'd
Please daily, and whose novelty survives
Long Knowledge and the scrutiny of Years.

Nature. Shakspeare.

OH, mickle is the powerful grace that lies

In Herbs, Plants, Stones, and their true qualities:
For naught so vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the Earth some special good doth give;
Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse;
Virtue itself turns Vice, being misapplied;
And Vice sometime's by action dignified.

Nature. Anon.

ANY thing may become Nature to Man: the rare thing is to find a Nature that is truly natural.

Pature.

Anon.

NATURE is mighty. Art is mighty. Artifice is weak. For Nature is the work of a mightier power than Man. Art is the work of Man under the guidance and inspiration of a mightier power. Artifice is the work of mere Man in the imbecility of his mimic understanding.

Nature.-Longfellow. NATURE alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for awhile; but at length they are overturned by the continual and silent progress of Truth, as the grim statues of Copan have been pushed from their pedes als by the growth of forest-trees, whose seeds were sown by the wind in the ruined walls.

Good Nature. — Dryden.

GOOD Sense and Good Nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good Nature, by which I mean Beneficence and Candour, is the product of Right Reason

The Negative. - Greville.

THERE is in some men a dispassionate Neutrality of Mind, which, though it generally passes for Good Temper, can neither gratify nor warm us: it must indeed be granted that these men can only negatively offend; but then it should also be remembered that they cannot positively please.

The Negative. — Lavater.

HE that has no Friend and no Enemy is one of the vulgar; and without Talents, Powers, or Energy.