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; 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, That makes a Prince. No, Lucio, he's a King, Who is not blown up with the flattering puffs Who can enjoy himself, maugre the throng Whose brow is wreathed with the silver crown 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, Yet careless of its mansion new, For the clear region where 'twas born, Like its own tear, Because so long divided from the sphere. Of the clear fountain of eternal day, 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: It all about does upward bend. 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, 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! And often wounded, while she plucks the rose ; That Heaven is pleas'd to make distress become her, 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, And he, that strives to touche a starre, Oft stombles at a strawe. SPENSER. |