Non rete accipitri tenditur, neque miluo,
Qui male faciunt nobis: illis qui nihil faciunt tenditur.
The nets not stretched to catch the hawk,
Or kite, who do us wrong; but laid for those
Who do us none at all.
She rears her young on yonder tree;
She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em;
Like us, for fish she sails to sea,
And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em.
Yo, ho, my hearts! let's seek the deep,
Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her,
While slow the bending net we sweep,
God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher.
HAWTHORN
Crataegus Oxyacanthus
The hawthorn-trees blow in the dew of the
morning. Burns—Chevalier's Lament.
The hawthorn I will pu' wi' its lock o' siller gray,
Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o' day. Burns—Luve Will Verdure In. </poem>
Yet, all beneath the unrivall'd rose,
The lowly daisy sweetly blows;
Tho' large the forest's monarch throws
His army shade,
Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows,
Adown the glade.
Burns—Vision. Duan II. St. 21.
Yet walk with me where hawthorns hide
The wonders of the lane.
Ebenezer Elliott—The Wonders of the Lane.
L.3.
The hawthorn-bush, with seats beneath the
shade
For talking age and whispering lovers made!
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| work = The Deserted Village. L. 13.
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
| author = Milton
| work = L' Allegro. L. 67.
Then sing by turns, by turns the Muses sing;
Now hawthorns blossom.
| author = Pope
| work = Spring. L. 41.
Gives not the hawthorn-bush a sweeter shade
To shepherds looking on their silly sheep
Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy
To kings that fear their subjects' treachery?
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 42.
In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.
Swinburne—Tale of Balen. I .
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| text = The Hawthorn whitens; and the juicy Groves
Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees,
Till the whole leafy Forest stands displayed,
In full luxuriance, to the sighing gales.
Thomson—Seasons. Spring. L. 90.
HEALTH
Health and cheerfulness mutually beget each
other.
| author = Addison
| work = The Spectator. No. 387.
When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring.
| author = Byron
| work = Childish Recollections. L. 3.
Homines ad deos nulla re propius accedunt
quam salutem homim'bus dando.
In nothing do men more nearly approach the
gods than in giving health to men.
Cicero—ProLigario. XII.
Of all the garden herbes none is of greater
vertue than sage.
Thomas Oogan—Heaven of Health. (1596)
Quoting from Schola Salerni. P. 32.
Cur moriatur homo, cui salvia crescit in horto?
Why should (need) a man die who has sage
in his garden?
Regimen Santiatis Salemitanum. L. 177.
Original and trans, pub. by Sir Alex.
Crops. (1830)
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Can give the heart a cheerful hour
When health is lost. Be timely wise;
With health all taste of pleasure flies.
Gay—Fables. Pt. I. Fable 31.
Health that snuffs the morning air.
James Grainger—Solitude. An Ode. L. 35.
A cool mouth, and warm feet, live long.
| author = Herbert
| work = -Jacula Prudentum.
He that goes to bed thirsty rises healthy.
| author = Herbert
| work = Jacula Prudentum.
There are three wicks you know to the lamp
of a man's life: brain, blood, and breath. Press
the brain a little, its light goes out, followed by
both the others. Stop the heart a minute, and
out go all three of the wicks. Choke the air out
of the lungs, and presently the fluid ceases to
supply the other centres of flame, and all is soon
stagnation, cold, and darkness.
Holmes—Professor at the Breakfast Table. XT.
Orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.
Our prayers should be for a sound mind in
a healthy body.
Juvenal—Satires. X. 356.
Preserving the health by too strict a regimen
is a wearisome malady.
La Rochefoucauld—Maxims. No. 285.
Health consists with Temperance alone.
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Man.
| place = Ep. IV. L. 81.
Pars sanitatis velle sanari fuit.
It is part of the cure to wish to be cured.
Seneca—Hippolytus. CCXLLX.
