Modesty has more charms than beauty.

Beauty is no longer amiable than while virtue adorns it.

Beauty without virtue is like a flower without perfume.

What's a fair or a noble face,

If the mind ignoble be?

What though Beauty, in each grace,
May her own resemblance see!

Eyes may catch from Heaven their spell,
Lips the ruby's light recall;

In the Home for Love to dwell

One good feeling's worth them all.

Give me virtue's rose to trace,
Honour's kindling glance and mien;
Howsoever plain the face,

Beauty is where these are seen!

Raven ringlets o'er the snow

Of the whitest neck may fall;

In the Home for Love we know

One good feeling's worth them all!

-CHARLES SWAIN.

Personal beauty will fade, but the beauty of the

mind endures for ever.

Handsome is that handsome does.

-PROVERB.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. There are some who would see beauty even in a plane-tree.

As broken glass no cement can redress,
So beauty blemish'd once 's for ever lost.
--SHAKESPEARE.

The shades of clouds passing along the sky are
transient,

From this, know within thyself, O man! in a way never to be forgotten,

That life also is short-lived, and youth and beauty are sure to pass away, despite thy efforts to keep them up;

Thy body will be decrepit, and it will be a bad thing to have any stain on thyself;

The beauty either of an infant or an old man, be he a peasant or a prince,

Cannot be maintained, even though attempts are made to preserve it, for, Sâmal says, Death is the destroyer of all.

The shape alone let others prize,

The features of the fair;

I look for spirit in her eyes,
And meaning in her air.

A damask cheek, an ivory arm,
Shall ne'er my wishes win;

Give me an animated form,
That speaks a mind within.

* Gujarâti poet.

-SAMAL.*

A face where awful honour shines,

Where sense and sweetness move; An angel innocence refines

The tenderness of love.

These are the soul of beauty's frame,

Without whose vital aid,

Unfinish'd all her features seem,

And all her roses dead.

-AKENSIDE.

But though the outward form hath charms

Admiring eyes to win,

It doth not always faithfully

Give index of within.

Flush'd vanity, imperious pride,

Too often lurketh there;

While nobleness and worth doth wed
Some form not half so fair.

External beauty ill allied

Lives but a little while,

To sun itself and revel in

The world's poor empty smile.

The bloom departs, the flower fades,
But brief, indeed, its day;

And those by whom 'twas most caress'd,
Now thrust it from their way.

But when the beauty lives within,
Its pure effulgent light

Shines through to life's extremest hour,
Unalterably bright.

The good and true bask in the warmth,
Its gen'rous beams impart;

Tell me what beauty equals then
The beauty of the heart?

Is aught so fair

In all the dewy landscapes of the spring,
In the bright eye of Hesper or the morn,
In nature's fairest forms, is aught so fair
As virtuous friendship? as the candid blush
Of him who strives with fortune to be just?
The graceful tear that streams for other's woes?
Or the mild majesty of private life,

Where peace with ever-blooming olive crowns
The gate; where honour's liberal hands effuse
Unenvy'd treasures, and the snowy wings
Of innocence and love protect the scene?

-AKENSIDE.

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9. BEGGAR.

There are many idlers to whom a penny begged is sweeter than a shilling earned.

-D. JERROLD.

A beggar will be a beggar if the whole world be given to him.

-PERSIAN PROVERB

Beggars must not be choosers.

-SPANISH PROVERB.

The wretch who works not for his daily bread,
Sighs and complains, but ought not to be fed,
Think, when you see stout beggars on their stand,
The lazy are the locusts of the land.*

But among the many who have enforced the duty of giving, I am surprised there are none to inculcate the ignominy of receiving, to show that by every favour we accept, we in some measure forfeit our native freedom, and that a state of continual dependance on the generosity of others is a life of gradual debasement.

Were men taught to despise the receiving obligations with the same force of reasoning and declamation that they are instructed to confer them, we might then see every person in society filling up the requisite duties of his station with cheerful industry, neither relaxed by hope nor sullen from disappointment.

--GOLDSMITH,

From Bewick's Select Fables,