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I. ANGER is a professed enemy to counsel; it is a direct storm, in

which no man can be heard to speak or call from without: for if you counsel gently, you are despised; if you urge it and be vehement, you provoke it more. 2. Of all passions it endeavours most to make reason useless. 3. That it is a universal passion, of an infinite object; for no man was ever so amorous as to love a toad; none so envious, as to repine at the condition of the miserable; no man so timorous as to fear a dead bee; but anger is troubled at every thing, and every man, and every accident: and therefore, unless it be suppressed, it will make a man's condition restless. 4. If it proceeds from a great cause, it turns to fury; if from a small cause it is peevishness and so is always either terrible or ridiculous. 5. It is neither manly nor ingenuous. 6. It proceeds from softness of spirit and pusillanimity; which makes, that women are more angry than men, sick persons more than the healthful, old men more than young, unprosperous and calamitous people than the blessed and fortunate. 7. It is troublesome, not only to those that suffer it, but to them that behold it; there being no greater incivility of entertainment, than, for the cook's fault or the negligence of the servants, to be cruel or outrageous, or unpleasant in the presence of guests. 8. It makes marriage to be a necessary and unavoidable trouble; friendships, and societies, and familiarities to be intolerable. 9. It multiplies the evils of drunkenness, and makes the levities of wine to run into madness. 10. It makes innocent jesting to be the beginning of tragedies. 11. It turns friendship into hatred; it makes a man lose himself, and his reason, and his argument in disputations. It changes discipline into tediousness and hatred of liberal institutions. It makes a prosperous man to be envied, and the unfortunate to be unpitied. It is a confluence of all the irregular passions there is in it envy and sorrow, fear and scorn, pride and prejudice, rashness and inconsideration, rejoicing in evil and a desire to inflict it, self-love, impatience, and curiosity. And, lastly, though it be very troublesome to others, yet it is most troublesome to him that hath it.

Jeremy Taylor.


READER! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly Tree?

The eye that contemplates it well perceives
Its glossy leaves,

Ordered by an Intelligence so wise,

As might confound the Atheist's sophistries.

Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen
Wrinkled and keen;

No grazing cattle through their prickly round
Can reach to wound;

But, as they grow where nothing is to fear,
Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear.

I love to view these things with curious eyes,

And moralise;

And in this wisdom of the Holly Tree

Can emblems see,

Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme, One which may profit in the after-time.

Thus, though abroad perchance I might appear

Harsh and austere ;

To those, who on my leisure would intrude,

Reserved and rude ;—

Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be,

Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree.

And should my youth, as youth is apt I know,

Some harshness show,

All vain asperities I day by day

Would wear away,

Till the smooth temper of my age should be
Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree.

And as when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,

The Holly leaves a sober hue display

Less bright than they;

But, when the bare and wint'ry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly Tree?

So serious should my youth appear among
The thoughtless throng;

So would I seem amid the young and gay
More grave than they;

That in my age as cheerful I might be
As the green winter of the Holly Tree.



AUTHOR of being! life-sustaining King!

Lo! Want's dependent eye from Thee implores
The seasons, which provide nutritious stores ;
Give to her prayers the renovating spring,
And summer-heats all perfecting that bring

The fruits which autumn from a thousand stores
Selecteth provident! when Earth adores
Her God, and all her vales exulting sing.
Without Thy blessing, the submissive steer

Bends to the ploughman's galling yoke in vain;
Without Thy blessing on the varied year,

Can the swarth reaper grasp the golden grain? Without Thy blessing, all is black and drear; With it, the joys of Eden bloom again.


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