Common 3If)ij5tI«. 243 
Common Tristle.. ..Misanihropi/. 
Who ■would seek or pi-ize 
Delights that end in aching? 
Who would trust to ties 
That every hour are breaking ? 
Better far to be 
In utter darkness lying, 
Than be blest with light, and see 
That light for ever flying. 
All that's bright must fade, — • 
The brightest still the fleetest, 
All that's sweet was made 
But to be lost when sweetest ! 
Moore. 
I had much rather see 
A crested dragon or a basilisk. 
Both are less poison to my eyes and nature. 
Dryden. 
Hate all, curse all : show charity to none ; 
But let the famished flesh slide from the bone, 
Ere thou relieve the beggar : give to dogs 
What thou deniest to men ; let prisons swallow them, 
Debts wither them to nothing: be men like blasted 
woods, 
And may diseases lick up their false bloods. 
Shakspeare. 
