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INNOCENCE - PURITY

And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, whatever is, is right

One thing is clear

POPE'S Essay on Man.

For forms of government let fools contest:
Whatever's best administer'd is best;
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight,
He can't be wrong, whose life is in the right.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

He's poor, and that's suspicious — he's unknown,
And that's defenceless; true, we have no proof
Of guilt — but what hath he of innocence?

He who is only just, is cruel: who

BYRON'S Werner.

Upon the earth would live, were all judg'd justly?

BYRON'S Marino Faliero.

All are not just because they do no wrong;

But he, who will not wrong me when he may,
He is the truly just. I praise not those

Who in their petty dealings pilfer not,

But him, whose conscience spurns at secret fraud,
When he might plunder and defy surprise.
His be the praise, who, looking down with scorn
On the false judgment of the partial herd,
Consults his own clear heart, and boldly dares
To be, not to be thought, an honest man.

CUMBERLAND's Philemon

INNOCENCE-PURITY.

SHAKSPEARE.

For unstain'd thoughts do seldom dream on evil.

Innocence unmov'd

At a false accusation doth the more

Confirm itself; and guilt is best discover'd

By its own fears.

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As the stain'd web, that whitens in the sun,
Grows pure by being purely shone upon.

CAMPBELL.

MOORE.

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

Hope may sustain, and innocence impart
Her sweet specific to the fearless heart.

CHARLES SPRAGUE

INSECT.

The careful bee amidst his work I view
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew;
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey thro' the skies ;-
Some against hostile drones the hive defend,
Others with sweets the waxen cells distend;
Each in the toil his destin'd office bears,
And in the little bulk a mighty soul appears.

The spider, of mechanic kind,
Aspir'd to science more refin'd.

GAY'S Rural Sport:

GAY's Fables.

INSECT.

I'd be a butterfly born in a bower,

Where roses, and lilies, and violets meet, Roving for ever from flower to flower,

And kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.

The harmless locust of the western clime,
At intervals, amid the leaves unseen,
Is heard to sing with one unbroken sound,
As with a long-drawn breath, beginning low,
And rising to the midst with shriller swell,
Then in low cadence dying all away.

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T. H. BAYLY.

CARLOS WILCOX.

The russet grasshopper at times is heard,
Snapping his many wings, as half he flies,
Half hovers in the air.

CARLOS WILCOX.

Beside the stream, collected in a flock,

The noiseless butterflies, tho' on the ground,

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Thou sweet musician, that around my bed
Dost nightly come, and wind thy little horn,
By what unseen and secret influence led,

Feed'st thou my ear with music till the mor?

SIMMS.

EDWARD SANFORD,

Our veins' pure juices were not made for thee,
Thou living, singing, stinging atomy.

EDWARD SANFORD

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INSTINCT-SENSES.

INSTINCT-SENSES.

The power is Sense, which from abroad doth bring
The colour, taste, and touch, and scent, and sound,
The quantity and shape of everything,

Within earth's centre or earth's circle found.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

And though things sensible be numberless,

But only five the Senses' organs be,

And in these five all things their forms express
Which we can touch, taste, smell, or hear, or see.
DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

If we had nought but sense, each living wight,

Which we call brute, would be more sharp than we.

As having sense's apprehensive might

In a more clear and excellent degree.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul

Lastly, nine things to sight requir'd are;

The power to see, the light, the visible thing,
Being not too small, too thin, too nigh, too far,

Clear space, and time, the form distinct to bring.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul
These wickets of the soul are plac'd on high,
Because all sounds do lightly mount aloft;
And that they may not pierce too violently,
They are delay'd with turns and windings oft.
For, should the voice directly strike the brain,
It would astonish and confuse it much;
Therefore these plaits and folds the sound restrain,
That it the organ may more gently touch.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

And yet good sense doth purify the brain,
Awake the fancy, and the wits refine;

Hence old devotion incense did ordain,

To make men's spirits apt for thoughts divine.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul.

INSTINCT-SENSES.

By touch the first pure qualities we learn,

Which quicken all things-hot, cold, moist and dry;
By touch, hard, soft, rough, smooth, we do discern;
By touch, sweet pleasure and sharp pain we try.

DAVIES' Immortality of the Soul

Here streams ascend,

That in mix'd fumes the wrinkled nose offend.

GAY'S Trivia

In the nice bee what sense, so subtly true,
From poisonous herbs extracts the healing dew?

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POPE'S Essay on Man.

Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield;
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field;
The art of building from the bee receive;
Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave.

POPE'S Essay on Mun.

Reason raise o'er instinct as you can,

In this 't is God directs, in that 't is man.

Tell me why the ant

'Mid summer's plenty, thinks of winter's want?
By constant journeys careful to prepare

Her full stores, and bring home the corny ear?
By what instruction does she bite the grain,
Lest, hid in earth, and taking root again,

It might elude the foresight of her care?
Distinct in either insect's deeds appear

The marks of thought, contrivance, hope, and fear,

POPE

Evil like us they shun, and covet good;

Abhor the poison, and receive the food ;

Like us they love or hate; like us they krow
To joy the friend, or grapple with the foe.

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