Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries, CLXII. DODDRIDGE. HOPE. White as a white sail on a dusky sea, BYRON. CLXIII. A TIDE IN HUMAN AFFAIRS. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries: And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. CLXIV. SHAKSPEARE. GOOD REPUTATION. Good name, in man and woman, Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name, SHAKSPEARE. CLXV. PERFECTION NEEDS NO ADDITION. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, SHAKSPEARE. CLXVI. IDLENESS. I would not waste my spring of youth HILLHOUSE. CLXVII. FALSEHOOD. Let falsehood be a stranger to thy lips. To tamper with the heart to hide its thoughts! HAVARD. CLXVIII. SUBMISSION TO HEAVEN. In common worldly things, 'tis called ungrateful, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt, Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; SHAKSPEARE. CLXIX. CONSCIENCE. He that has light within his own clear breast, MILTON. CLXX. MERCY. The quality of mercy is not strained; Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings,— It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth show them likest God's When mercy seasons justice. SHAKSPEARE. CLXXI. THY WILL BE DONE. My God and Father, while I stray Though dark my path and sad my lot, What though in lonely grief I sigh Though Thou hast called me to resign Should grief or sickness waste away Let but my fainting heart be blest Renew my will from day to day; Then when on earth I breathe no more Thy will be done! CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT. |