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THE good meaner hath two tongues, the hypocrite a double tongue. The good man's heart speaks without his tongue, the hypocrite's tongue without his heart.

WARWICK.

CONTENT doth seat itself in lowest dales, Out of the dint of wind and stormy showers, 'There sit and sing melodious nightingales;

There run fresh cooling streams, there spring sweet flowers:

There heat and cold are fenc'd by shady bowers;
There hath he wealth at will; but this we know,
The grass is short, that on the hill doth grow.

HUBERT.

BEAUTIFUL in the sight of God must it be-beautiful in the sight of man ought it to be-to see the dying Christian employed in bequeathing his property to charitable purposes-to see the last moments of human life spent in acts of gratuitous benevolence, or even of interested expiation. How can we behold such acts, without regarding them as forming a claim to, as springing from a consciousness of immortality? In all ages the hour of death has been considered as an interval of more than ordinary illumination; as if some rays from the light of the approaching world had found their way to the darkness of the parting spirit, and revealed to it an existence that could not terminate in the grave, but was to commence in death.

CURRAN.

'Tis not the bared pate, the bended knees,
Gilt tipstaffs, Tyrian purple, chairs of state,
Troops of pied butterflies, that flutter still
In greatness' summer, that confirm a Prince :
'Tis not the unsavoury breath of multitudes,
Shouting and clapping with confused din,

That makes a Prince. No, Lucio, he's a King,
A true right King, that dares do ought, save wrong,
Fears nothing mortal, but to be unjust;

Who is not blown up with the flattering puffs
Of spungy sycophants: who stands unmov'd,
Despite the justling of opinion:

Who can enjoy himself, maugre the throng
That strive to press his quiet out of him :
Who sits upon Jove's footstool, as I do,
Adoring, not affecting, majesty :

Whose brow is wreathed with the silver crown
Of clear content: this, Lucio, is a King.
And of this empire, every man's possess'd,
That's worth his soul.

MARSTON.

THE knot that binds me by the laws of courtesy, pinches me more than that of legal constraint; and I am much more at ease when bound by a scrivener, than by myself. Is it not reason that my conscience should be much more engaged when men simply rely upon it? In a bond, my faith owes nothing, be

cause it has nothing lent it.

Let them trust to the

security they have taken without me; I had much rather break the wall of a prison, and the laws themselves, than my own word.

MONTAIGNE.

SEE how the orient dew

Shed from the bosom of the morn,
Into the blowing roses,

Yet careless of its mansion new,

For the clear region where 'twas born,
Round in itself incloses :
And in its little globe's extent,
Frames, as it can, its native element.
How it the purple flow'r does slight,
Scarce touching where it lies;
But gazing back upon the skies,
Shines with a mournful light,

Like its own tear,

Because so long divided from the sphere.
Restless it rolls, and unsecure,
Trembling, lest it grows impure;
Till the warm sun pities its pain,
And to the skies exhales it back again.
So the soul, that drop, that ray,

Of the clear fountain of eternal day,
Could it within the human flow'r be seen,
Rememb❜ring still its former height,
Shuns the sweet leaves, and blossoms green,
And, recollecting its own light,

Does, in its pure and circling thoughts, express The greater heaven in an heaven less.

In how coy a figure wound,

Every way it turns away:
So the world excluding round,
Yet receiving in the day.
Dark beneath, but bright above;
Here disdaining, there in love,
How loose and easy hence to go;
How girt and ready to ascend :
Moving but on a point below,

It all about does upward bend.
Such did the Manna's sacred dew distil,
White and entire, although congeal'd and chill;
Congeal'd on earth; but does, dissolving, run
Into the glories of th' almighty sun.

MARVELL.

UNCERTAINTY and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

CONGREVE.

COME near me, WIFE, I fare the better far,
For the sweet food of thy divine advice.

Let no man value at a little price

A virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit Is feather'd oftentimes with Heavenly words; And, like her beauty, ravishing and pure.

CHAPMAN.

GENTLENESS of manner, with firmness of mind, is a short, but full description of human perfection, on this side of religious and moral duties.

LORD CHESTERFIELD.

In life how weak, how helpless, is a woman!
Soon hurt, in happiness itself unsafe,

And often wounded, while she plucks the rose ;
So properly the object of affliction,

That Heaven is pleas'd to make distress become her,
And dresses her most amiably in tears.

YOUNG.

THE duty of ALLEGIANCE is written by the finger of the Law on every one's heart; and the taking of the corporal oath is but an outward declaration of the

same.

COKE.

To kerke the narre, from God more farre,
Has bene an olde-said sawe;

And he, that strives to touche a starre,

Oft stombles at a strawe.

SPENSER.

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