WHAT IS THE CHARACTER OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU?

Something that may serve to set in view

The doings, observations which his mind

Had dealt with—I will here record in verse.

Wordsworth.

Of manners gentle, of affections mild,

In wit a man, simplicity a child.

Pope.

2. He has a shrewd wit, I can tell you; and he's a man good enough; he's one of the soundest judgments, and a proper man of person.

Troilus and Cressida.

3. Love, fame, and glory, with alternate sway

Thrill his warm heart, and with electric ray

Illume his eye; yet still a shade of care,

Like a light cloud that floats in summer air,

Will shed at times a transitory gloom,

But shadow not one grace of manly bloom.

Mrs. K. Ware.

4. He wounds no breast with jeer and jest, yet bears no honey'd tongue,

He's social with the gray-hair'd one, and merry with the young.

Eliza Cook.

5. A shallow brain behind a serious mask,

An oracle within an empty cask;

He says but little, and that little said

Owes all its weight, like loaded dice, to lead.

Cowper—Conversation.

6. Fearless he is, and scorning all disguise;

What he dares do, or think, though men may start,

He speaks with mild, yet unaverted eyes.

Shelley.

7. A lofty spirit his, and somewhat proud;

Little gallant, and has a sort of cloud

Hanging forever on his cold address.

Leigh Hunt—Rimini.

8. He writes brave verses, speaks brave words,

Swears brave oaths, and breaks them as bravely

As You Like It.

9. In truth he is a strange and wayward wight,

Fond of each gentle and each dreadful scene;

In darkness and in storm he finds delight,

Nor less than when on ocean's wave serene

The southern sun displays his dazzling sheen.

Beattie—Minstrel.

10. There is in him so much man, so much goodness,

So much of honor, and of all things else

Which make our being excellent, that from his store

He can enough lend others.

Massinger.

11. He draweth out the staple of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

Love's Labour Lost.

12. His words are strong, but not with anger fraught,

A lore benignant he hath lived and taught;

To draw mankind to heaven by gentleness

And good example is his business.

Chaucer.

13. The monarch-mind, the mystery of commanding,

The god-like power, the art Napoleon

Of winning, fettering, moulding, wielding, banding

The hearts of millions, till they move as one.

Halleck.

14. Devout, yet cheerful; pious, not austere;

To others lenient, to himself severe.

Dr. Harvey.

15. With scrupulous care exact, he walks the rounds

Of fashionable duty; laughs when sad,

When merry weeps, deceiving is deceived,

And flattering, flatter'd.

Pollok.

16. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.

Hamlet.

17. Erect, morose, determined, solemn, slow;

Who knows the man can never cease to know.

Crabbe.

18. Rare compound of oddity, frolic, and fun,

To relish a joke, and rejoice in a pun!

Goldsmith.

19. He is a man

Among a thousand. Unassuming, he

May yet assume unquestion'd. Gentleness,

And a strange strength, a calm o'erruling strength,

Are mix'd within him so, that neither take

Possession from the other,—neither rise

In mastery or passion, but both grow

Harmoniously together.

W. G. Simms.

20. For beauty and fortin' the laddie's been courtin',

Weel featured, weel tochered, weel mounted and braw!

Burns.

21. He will pick a quarrel for a straw,

And fight it out to the extremity.

Charles Lamb.

22. He cannot flatter and speak fair,

Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and coy,

Duck with French nods, and apish courtesy.

Richard III.

23. A primrose by the river's brim

A yellow primrose is to him,

And it is nothing more.

Wordsworth.

24. His young bosom feels the enchantment strong

Of light, and joy, and minstrelsy and song.

Pierpont—Airs of Palestine.

25. If he has any faults he leaves us in doubt,

At least in six weeks we can't find them out.

Goldsmith.

26. The friend of man, the friend of truth,

The friend of age, the guide of youth;

Few hearts like his with virtue warm'd,

Few heads with knowledge so inform'd.

Burns.

27. If his body were opened, and you find so much blood in his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of his anatomy.

Two Gentlemen of Verona.

28. He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,

You never can please him, do a' that you can;

He's peevish and jealous of a' the young fellows.

Burns.

29. An ample soul,

Rockbound and fortified against assaults

Of transitory passion, but below

Built on a surging, subterraneous fire,

That stirs and lifts him up to high attempts.

Taylor.

30. His very manners teach to amend,

They are so even, grave and holy;

No stubbornness so stiff, nor folly

To license ever was so light,

As twice to trespass in his sight;

His look would so correct it when

It chid the vice, yet not the men.

Ben Jonson.

31. He thinks,

That he who fights and runs away

May live to fight another day.

Butler—Hudibras.

32. He keeps his honesty and truth,

His independent tongue and pen,

And moves in manhood, as in youth,

Pride of his fellow-men.

Halleck.

33. His life doth flow

From its mysterious urn a sacred stream,

In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure

Alone are mirror'd; which, though shapes of ill

May hover round its surface, glides in light,

And takes no shadow from them.

Talfourd—Ion.

34. He is too costly for every day,

You would want another for working days.

Much Ado About Nothing.

35. Strange, that his nobly fashion'd mould,

In which a very god might dwell,

Should only live to dig for gold,

And perish in its narrow cell!

Bowring.

36. He has no party rage, no sectary's whim;

Christian and countryman is all with him.

Crabbe.

37. Valiant he as fire,

Showing danger more than ire.

Bounteous as the clouds to earth,

And as honest as his birth;

All his actions they are such

As to do no thing too much;

Nor o'erpraise, nor yet condemn,

Nor outvalue, nor contemn,

Nor do wrongs nor wrongs receive,

Nor tie knots, nor knots unweave.

From all baseness to be free,

As he durst love truth and thee.

Ben Jonson.

38. He snuffs far off the anticipated joy,

Turtle and venison all his thoughts employ.

Cowper.

39. In his strength

The mighty oak has likeness; gentleness

In him is like the rosy parasite,

The flush Spring gives it wrapping it around

With sweetest color and adorning grace.

His soul, refined beyond the rustic world,

Has yet no city vices. He has kept

Its whiteness unprofaned.

W. G. Simms.

40. He'll never learn his bark to steer

'Mid passion's sudden, wild career,

Nor try at times to tack and veer

To interest's gale,

But hoist the sheet, unawed by fear

Though storms prevail.

Hector Macneil.

41. A fair example of his own pure creed,

Patient of error, pitiful to need,

Persuasive wisdom in his thoughtful mien.

Mrs. Sigourney.

42. One of that stubborn sort he is,

Who if they once grow fond of an opinion,

They call it honor, honesty, and faith,

And sooner part with life than let it go.

Rowe—Jane Shore.

43. Virtue's his path, but sometimes 'tis too narrow

For his vast soul, and then he starts wide out,

And bounds into a vice that bears him far

From his first course, and plunges him in ills.

Dryden—All for Love.

44. A man whom storms can never make

Meanly complain, nor can a flattering gale

Make him talk proudly.

Dr. Watts.

45. He'll prattle shrewdly with such witty folly,

As almost betters reason.

John Howard Payne.

46. Heed not, though at times he seem

Dark and still, and cold as clay;

He is shadow'd by his dream,

But 'twill pass away.

Barry Cornwall.

47. He quick is anger'd, and as quick

His short-lived passion's over-past,

Like summer lightnings, flashing thick,

But flying ere a bolt is cast.

E. D. Griffin.

48. Oh, he's as tedious

As a tired horse, a railing wife,

Worse than a smoky house.

Henry IV.

49. Love, the germ

Of his mild nature, hath spread graces forth,

Expanding with its progress; as the store

Of rainbow color, which the seed conceals,

Sheds out its tints from its dim treasury

To flush and circle in the flower.

Talfourd—Ion.

50. He is——but what need I say that or this,

I'd spend a month to tell ye what he is!

Ramsay—Gentle Shepherd.

51. With maids he's softer than the clouds in May;

But had you seen him, lady, in his ire,

When, like one born of thunder, he did march

And strike down men as stubble sinks in fire—

But then he hath a tongue could wile

The laverock from the cloud.

Allan Cunningham.

52. Within his soul

Springs up a deep sense of the beautiful,

The holy, the exalted, and a love

Embracing in its circle all creation.

Lady Flora Hastings.

53. He so light is at legerdemain,

That what he touches comes not to light again.

Spenser.

54. Though learn'd, well-bred; and though well-bred, sincere;

Modestly bold, and humanely severe.

Pope.

55. To express his mind to sense,

Would ask a heaven's intelligence,

Since nothing can report that flame

But what's of kin to whence it came.

Ben Jonson.

56. A little, upright, pert, tart, tripping wight,

That holds his precious self his dear delight,

And loves his own smart shadow in the street.

Burns.

57. No caprice of mind,

No passing influence of idle time,

No popular show, no clamor from the crowd

Can move him, erring, from the path of right.

W. G. Simms.

58. Wasting his life for his country's care,

Laying it down with a patriot's prayer.

Barry Cornwall.

59. A man whose sober soul can tell

How to wear her garments well,

Her garments that upon her sit

As garments should do, close and fit;

A well-clothed soul, that's not oppress'd

Nor choked with what she should be dress'd;

A soul sheath'd in a crystal shrine,

Through which all her bright features shine.

Crashaw.

60. And still we gaze, and still the wonder grows,

That one small head can carry all he knows.

Goldsmith—Deserted Village.