HOPE. LET Hope, my friend, let hope of happier hours For oft in this life the fav'rites of Heaven As purest gold is most severely tried, For sure the bosom that ne'er felt a pain, Art thou alone unhappy, and has Heaven Young as I am, I've struggled with my woes, Then Hope, my friend, let hope of happier hours Hope, Heav'n born cherub, still appears THOSE who admire and love knowledge for its own sake, ought to wish to see its elements made accessible to all, were it only that they may be the more thoroughly examined into, and more effectually developed in their consequences, and receive that ductility and plastic quality which the pressure of minds of all descriptions, constantly moulding them to their purposes, can alone bestow. HERSCHEL. WE all do stamp our value on ourselves : The price we challenge for ourselves is given us. There does not live on earth the man so stationed, That I despise myself compared with him. Man is made great or little by his own will. COLERIDGE. Ir is the common fate of men of singular gifts of mind, to be destitute of those of fortune; which doth not any way deject the spirit of wiser judgments, who thoroughly understand the justice of this proceeding; and being enriched with higher donatives, cast a more careless eye on these vulgar parts of felicity. It is a more unjust ambition, to desire to engross the mercies of the Almighty, not to be content with the goods of mind, without a possession of those of body or fortune and it is an error, worse than heresy, to adore these complimental and circumstantial pieces of felicity, and undervalue those perfections and essential points of happiness, wherein we resemble our Maker. To wiser desires it is satisfaction enough to deserve, though not to enjoy the favours of fortune. Let Providence provide for fools: it is not partiality, but equity, in God, who deals with us but as our natural parents. Those that are able of body and mind he leaves to their deserts; to those of weaker merits he imparts a large portion; and pieces out the defect of one by the excess of the other. SIR THOMAS BROWNE. WE cheat the world With florid outside, 'till we meet surprize; FENTON. It was that gay and splendid confusion, in which the eye of youth sees all that is brave and brilliant, and that of experience much that is doubtful, deceitful, false, and hollow-hopes that will never be gratified-promises that will never be fulfilled-pride in the disguise of humility-and insolence in that of frank and generous bounty. WALTER SCOTT. FINE speeches are the instruments of fools, Or knaves, who use them when they want good sense; But Honesty needs no disguise or ornament. OTWAY. If we consider God in his omnipresence, his being passes through, actuates, and supports the whole frame of nature. His creation, and every part of it, is full of him. There is nothing he has made that is either so distant, so little, or so inconsiderable, which he does not essentially inhabit. His substance is within the substance of every being, whether material or immaterial, and as intimately present to it as that being is to itself. It would be an imperfection in him were he able to move out of one place into another, or to withdraw himself from anything he has created, or from any part of that space which is diffused and spread abroad to infinity. In short, to speak of him in the language of an old philosopher, he is a Being whose centre is every where, and his circumference no where. ADDISON. TO THE BEE. CHILD of patient Industry, Or suck the clover's crimson bloom; Go, while summer suns are bright, With every rich and varied sweet; But when the meadows shall be sown, |