But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
The Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II. T. CAMPBELL.
What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been,
Like angel-visits, few and far between.
The Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II. T. CAMPBELL.
ANGER.
Anger is like
A full-hot horse; who being allowed his way,
Self-mettle tires him.
King Henry VIII., Act i. Sc 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Being once chased, he cannot
Be reined again to temperance; then he speaks
What's in his heart.
Coriolanus, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
I am very sorry, good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot myself,
* * * * *
But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me
Into a towering passion.
Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Senseless, and deformed,
Convulsive Anger storms at large; or, pale
And silent, settles into fell revenge.
The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.
Be advised;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: we may outrun.
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.
King Henry VIII., Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.