[71] Prov. iv. 12.
[72] Prov. xiv. 12.
[73] Prov. v. 8.
[74] The Laureate has touched with stern satire on this debased modern Realism:—
"Author, atheist, essayist, novelist, realist, rhymester, play your part,
Paint the mortal shame of Nature with the living hues of Art.
Rip your brothers' vices open, strip your own foul passions bare,
Down with Reticence, down with Reverence—forward—naked—let them stare!
Feed the budding rose of boyhood with the drainage of your sewer,
Send the drain into the fountain lest the stream should issue pure.
Set the maiden fancies wallowing in the troughs of Zolaism,
Forward, forward,—aye and backward, downward too into the abysm!"
—The new Locksley Hall.
[75] Prov. ix. 17.
[76] Prov. vi. 25.
[77] Prov. vii. 16, 17.
[78] Prov. v. 15-19.
[79] Paradise Lost.