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BORES.—BOUNTY.—BRAVERY.

Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and If you knew to whom you show this honour,

Some future strain, in which the muse shall tell A losel wandering by the way,
How science dwindles, and how volumes swell.

One that to bounty never cast his mind;

For thy vast bounties are so numberless,
That them or to conceal, or else to tell,
Is equally impossible.

POPE.

COWLEY.

Such moderation with thy bounty join

BRAVERY.

The truly brave are soft of hearts and eyes,
And feel for what their duty bids them do.
BYRON.

But whosoe'er it was, nature design'd
First a brave place, and then as brave a mind.
SIR J. DENHAM.

No fire, nor foe, nor fate, nor night,
The Trojan hero did affright,
Who bravely twice renew'd the fight.

SIR J. DENHAM.

No, there is a necessity in fate
Why still the brave bold man is fortunate;
He keeps his object ever full in sight,
And that assurance holds him firm and right:
True, 'tis a narrow path that leads to bliss,

That thou may'st nothing give that is not thine; But right before there is no precipice;

That liberality is but cast away
Which makes us borrow what we cannot pay.
SIR J. DENHAM.

Those godlike men, to wanting virtue kind,
Bounty well placed, preferr'd, and well design'd,
To all their titles.

DRYDEN.

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere;
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to misery all he had-a tear;
He gain'd from heaven-'twas all he wish'd-
a friend!

GRAY.

Fear makes men look aside, and so their footing

miss.

DRYDEN.

The brave man seeks not popular applause,
Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause:
Unshamed, though foil'd, he does the best he

can;

Force is of brutes, but honour is of man.
DRYDEN.

Impute your danger to our ignorance;
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
DRYDEN.

Which of you, shall we say, doth love us most? Hot braves, like thee, may fight, but know not
That we our largest bounty may extend
Where nature doth with merit challenge.