=Angels.=

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
83
POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 66.

The angels come and go, the messengers of God.
84
R.H. STODDARD: _Hymn to the Beautiful._

The good he scorn'd
Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.
85
BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Pt. ii., Line 586.


=Anger.=

Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.
86
SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

Never anger made good guard for itself.
87
SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.