An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
A devotee when soars the host in sight,
An Arab with a stranger for a guest,
A sailor when the prize has struck in fight,
A miser filling his most hoarded chest,
Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping,
As they who watch o’er what they love while sleeping.

Byron.—Don Juan, Canto II. Stanza 196.

Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy.

Pollok.—The Course of Time, Book I.

JUDGES.—The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

Pope.—Rape of the Lock, Canto III. Line 21.

How, justice before I’ve dined! I tell you it’s impossible.

Anonymous.—Duke and No Duke, Act I.

Thieves for their robbery have authority,
When judges steal themselves.

Shakespeare.—Measure for Measure, Act II. Scene 2. (Angelo meditating on his intentions towards Isabel.)

He who the sword of heaven will bear,
Should be as holy as severe;
Pattern in himself, to know,
Grace to stand, and virtue go;
More or less to others praying,
Than by self-offences weighing.
Shame to him, whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking!

Shakespeare.—Measure for Measure, Act III. Scene 2. (The Duke on Angelo’s hypocrisy.)

JUDGES.—O noble judge! O excellent young man!

Shakespeare.—Merchant of Venice, Act IV. Scene 1. (Shylock, when Portia directs Antonio to prepare his bosom for the knife.)


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