Vessels large may venture more,

But little boats should keep near shore.

Franklin: Poor Richard.

When we mean to build,

We first survey the plot, then draw the model:
And when we see the figure of the house,
Then must we rate the cost of the erection:
Which, if we find outweighs ability,

What do we then but draw anew the model
In fewer offices; or, at least, desist

To build at all?

Shakespeare: 2 Henry IV.

By slow prudence to make mild

A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.

Tennyson: Ulysses.

Quiet, Rest; see Calmness, Contentment, and Peace.
No stir of air was there,

Not so much life as on a summer's day

Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass,
But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

Rest is not quitting

The busy career;

Rest is the fitting

Of self to its sphere.
'Tis the brook's motion,

Clear without strife,

Fleeing to ocean

After its life.

Keats: Hyperion.

Deeper devotion

Nowhere hath knelt;
Fuller emotion

Heart never felt.
"Tis loving and serving

The highest and best;
'Tis onwards! unswerving-

And that is true rest.

John Sullivan Dwight.

Reason; see Character and Wisdom.

Mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth.
Goldsmith: Retaliation.

There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Pope.

Who reasons wisely, is not therefore wise,
His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.

Pope: Moral Essays.

I have no other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona.

I would make

Reason my guide.

Bryant.

Reason progressive, instinct is complete;
Swift instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs,
Brutes soon their zenith reach; their little all
Flows in at once: in ages they no more

Could know, or do, or covet, or enjoy.
Were man to live coeval with the sun,
The patriarch-pupil would be learning still;
Yet, dying, leave his lesson half unlearned.

Young: Night Thoughts.

Rebellion; see Loyalty and Patriotism.

How in one house

Should many people, under two commands,
Hold amity? 'Tis hard, almost impossible.

Shakespeare: King Lear.

Contention, like a horse

Full of high feeding, madly hath broke loose,

And bears down all before him.

Shakespeare: 2 Henry IV.

From hence, let fierce contending nations know
What dire effects from civil discord flow.

Addison: Cato.

One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom,
Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign

gore:

Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,
And wash away thy country's stained spots.

Shakespeare: 1 Henry VI.

Regret; see Memory and Melancholy.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen,

The saddest are these: "It might have been! "

Whittier: Maud Muller.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,

And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned

On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life! the days that are no more.
Tennyson: The Princess.

Religion; see Deity and Prayer.

In Religion

What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament.

Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice.

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,
If he kneel not before the same altar with me?
Moore: Come, Send Round the Wine.

Whate'er

I may have been, or am, doth rest between
Heaven and myself.-I shall not choose a mortal
To be my mediator.

Invisible and silent stands

Byron: Manfred.

The temple never made with hands.

Whittier: The Meeting.

There lives more faith in honest doubt,

Believe me, than in half the creeds.

Tennyson: In Memoriam.

A picket frozen on duty,

A mother starved for her brood,

Socrates drinking the hemlock,

And Jesus on the rood;

And millions who humble and nameless

The straight hard pathway trod,

Some call it consecration,

And others call it God.

William Herbert Carruth.

Repentance; see Conscience, Forgiveness, Regret, and
Sin.

For what is true repentance but in thought—
Not ev'n in inmost thought to think again
The sins that made the past so pleasant to us.

Tennyson: Guinevere.

Who by repentance is not satisfied

Is not of heaven nor earth; for these are pleased;
By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased.
Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona.

High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse!
Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have;
Thou art the torturer of the brave.

Scott: Marmion.

Remorse is as the heart in which it grows,
If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews

Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy,
It is the poison tree that, pierced to the inmost,
Weeps only tears of poison.

Coleridge: Remorse.

Habitual evils seldom change too soon,

But many days must pass, and many sorrows;