Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
Twelfth Night.
26. There are haughty steps that would walk the globe
O'er necks of humbler ones;
You would scorn to bow to their jewell'd robes,
Or the beam of their coin-lit suns.
Miss L. P. Smith.
27. You'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd,