PINE. PIQUE. PITTANCE. 489 PINE. My hungry eyes, through greedy covetise, Shakspere. This night shall see the gaudy wreath decline, Tickell. Fair all the pageant-but how passing fair Scott. PIQUE. ADD long prescription of established laws, Why pique all mortals that affect a name? All furious as a favoured child Pope. A woman piqued, who has her will. Byron. PITTANCE. THEN at my lodging The worst is this, that at so slender warning, Half his earned pittance to his neighbours went, Harte. AND but to speaken of her conscience, She was so charitable and so piteous, She would weep an that she but saw a mouse Caught in a trap, if it were dead or bled.—Chaucer. 1.-Yet shew some pity! 2.-I shew it most of all, when I shew justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismissed offence would after gall; And do him right, that, answering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another. Shakspere. Rosiland's beauty did appear Bright as noon-day, all-piercing, sprightly dear; Nat. Lee. I have heard her with sweetness unfold That it ever attended the bold, And she called it the sister of love. Pity! it is a pity to recall to feeling Shenstone. By the compassionate trance, poor nature's last Byron. The wounds that pain and grief have made, Who has not felt the dreadful blade As deep the moment after? But pity, from the lips we love, J. Burbidge. PLACE. PLAGUE. PLAIN. PLACE. O place and greatness! millions of false eyes To hold a place 491 Shakspere. In council, which was once esteem'd an honour, Massinger. PLAGUE. I AM not mad, too well I feel The different plague of each calamity. Shakspere. Sometimes my plague, sometimes my darling, Prior. All those plagues which earth and air had brooded First in inferior creatures tried their force, And last they seized on man. Lee and Dryden. You may PLAIN. You talk to me in parables: have known that I'm no wordy man; Fine speeches are the instruments of knaves, Or fools that use them, when they want good sense; But honesty Needs no disguise nor ornament: be plain. Otway. A crown of ruddy gold enclosed her brow, As shades most sweetly recommend the light, Dryden. Pope. Look to the players! see them well bestowed; All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; Shakspere. Play not for gain, but sport; who plays for more Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart; Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath borne. Herbert. That as in birth in beauty you excel, Prior. Behold the child by nature's kindly law, Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper age, Pope. They say we live by vice: indeed 't is true; Look round, the wrecks of play behold, Gay. PLEASING. PLEASURE. 493 PLEASING. FORM'D by the converse happily to steer Pope. His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His pencil our faces-his manners our heart. An abridgement of all that was pleasant in man. PLEASURE. PLEASURES, or wrong or rightly understood, Pleasures are like poppies spread, A moment white-then melts for ever; That flit ere you can point their place; Evanishing amid the storm. Pope. Burns. The youth, who bathes in pleasure's limpid streams At well-judg'd intervals, feels all his soul Nerv'd with recruited strength; but if too oft Mason. There is no sterner moralist than pleasure. Byron. |