* * * With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemd A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone Majestic, though in ruin: sage he stood, With Atlantéan shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summers noontide air. MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. II. L. 300.
We have exchanged the Washingtonian dignity for the Jeffersonian simplicity, which was in truth only another name for the Jeffersonian vulgarity. Bishop Henry C. PotterAddress at the Washington Centennial Service. New York, April 30, 1889.
True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In lowliness of heart. WordsworthLines left upon a seat in a Yew Tree. Same idea in BeattieMinstrel. II. St. 12.