Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame,
Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
716
GRAY: _Prog, of Poesy,_ Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 10.

The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
717
HEMANS: _Casablanca._


=Flattery.=

By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself;
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
718
SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

'Tis an old maxim in the schools,
That flattery 's the food of fools;
Yet, now and then, your men of wit
Will condescend to take a bit.
719
SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 755.

Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?