Sir Scott
Sir Scott
awakening death final last
Death - the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening
believed blest fair girl knew mourn thee thus
Mary, I believed thee true, And I was blest in thus believing; But now I mourn that ever I knew A girl so fair and so deceiving.
drinking greatness vices
Of all the vices drinking is the most incompatible with greatness
consequences crimes forever ghosts haunt steps survive
The consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the steps of the malefactor
alert asserting constantly jealousy kept liable life pride resolute rights spent
Pride and jealousy there was in his eye, for his life had been spent in asserting rights which were constantly liable to invasion; and the prompt, fiery, and resolute disposition of the man, had been kept constantly upon the alert by the circumstances of his situation.
scorn
Better that they had ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn
deceive oh practice tangled web
Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive
active afford cannot due forward friends-or-friendship gratitude humble incumbent less life member move ought owe path powers rejoice save share steadily success whom
If you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life -- if you cannot look back to those whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection, still it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty; for your active excretions are due not only to society; but in humble gratitude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to save yourself and others.
drinking eating man starved till time
To be always intending to live a new life, but never find time to set about it - this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking from one day to another till he be starved and destroyed.
burning disdain flow high locked pride rising softer source tear
Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe, And burning pride and high disdain Forbade the rising tear to flow