REGARD the world with cautious eye, See that the balanced scales be such THE present is a point to which but little thought appertains, while the mind hovers backwards and forwards between the past and the future, expanding the store of its regret upon the one, and wasting all its wishes upon the other. JAMES. No human quality is so well wove In warp and woof, but there's some flaw in it: Weaves his own snares so fine, he's often caught in them. REPENTANCE, A salve, a comfort, and a cordial; He that hath her, the keys of Heaven hath; DRAYTON. LITTLE does he know of human nature, and less of gospel charity, who expects to root out the prejudices either of individuals or societies by unkindness, to extinguish animosity by violence, or a spirit of revenge by want of confidence. BISHOP WATSON. THE joys of life are heighten'd by a friend; WANDESFORD. NOT sunk in sloth, nor hating human-kind, The book of nature open to my view, With care I would explore the wondrous work; Thro' the whole fair creation legible, In every tongue and land.—A solemn institute No time can change, no copier can corrupt. Science and virtue my sole contemplation, BELLER. THE gentle mind by gentle deeds is known; SPENSER. THERE are no obstructions more fatal to fortune than pride and resentment. The resentment of a poor man is like the efforts of an harmless insect to sting; it may get him crushed, but cannot defend him. GOLDSMITH. WHEN fortune, or the Gods afflict mankind HIGGON. GREATNESS, thou gaudy torment of our souls, OTWAY. GUILT is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend, Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behind ROWE. It is material to the preservation of friendship, that openness of temper and manners on both hands be cultivated. Nothing more certainly dissolves friendship than the jealousy which arises from darkness or concealment. If your situation oblige you to take a different side from your friend, do it openly. Avow your conduct, and your motives. PAST sorrows, let us moderately lament them; For those to come, seek wisely to prevent them. WEBSTER. PRAISES seldom vegetate on the tomb: if they do, they strike root downwards, and bear but little fruit to those who plant them. HE that once Falls in his own opinion, falls indeed! To Woman, whose best books are human hearts, TRUTH, though sometimes clad In painful lustre, yet is always welcome; THOMSON. OH! how this tyrant Doubt torments my breast! My thoughts, like birds when frighted from their rest, Around the place where all was hush'd before, Flutter, and hardly flutter, and hardly settle any more. THE greatest friend of Truth is time: her greatest enemy is Prejudice; and her constant companion is humility. COLTON. |