I do not starve,' not yet, not yet: But wait to-morrow! Famine will be here.

It seems it is as proper to our age
To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions,

Suckling's Brennoralt.

This is a cause which our ambition fills;

To lack discretion.

Shaks. Hamles

When clouds are seen, wise men put or. their cloaks;

When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.
All may be well; but if God sort it so,
"T is more than we deserve, or I expect.

Shaks. Richard II Be advis'd;

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it doth singe yourself; we may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it? Be advis d
Shaks. Henry VIII.
Trust none;

waste

And hold-fast is the only dog.

Shaks. Henry V.
Man's caution often into danger turns,
And his guard falling, crushes him to death.
Young's Night Thoughts

He knows the compass, sail, and oar,
Or never launches from the shore;
Before he builds, computes the cost,
And in no proud pursuit is lost

Gay's Fables.

Shaks. Troi and Cres.

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f I am fair, 't is for myself alone;

I do not wish to have a sweetheart near me,

Nor would I call another's heart my own,
Nor have a gallant lover to revere me;

For surely I would plight my faith to none,

Then ceremony leads her bigots forth,

Happy to fill religion's vacant place
With hollow form, and gesture and grimace.

O. W. Holmes.

And what art thou, thou idol, ceremony?

What kind of god art thou? that sufferest more

Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers.

Weep not that the world changes-did it keep A stable, changeless course, 't were cause to weep

Not in vain the distance beckons,
Let the peoples spin for ever
Forward, forward let us range;

Down the ringing grooves of change.

I ask not what change

Has come over thy heart,

I seek not what chances

Have doomed us to part;

O ceremony, show me but thy worth:

What is thy toll, O adoration?

Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Wherein thou art less happy, being fear'd,
Than they in fearing.

To love thee no more, And I still must obey

Where I once did adore.

Bryant

Tennyson

Heffinen

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poison'd flattery? O be sick, great greatness, And bid thy ceremony give thee cure.

you

know

Stand free and fast, And judge him by no more than what Ingenuously, and by the right laid line Of truth, he truly will all styles deserve, Of wise, good, just; a man both soul and nerve. Shirley's Admiral of France. She can't be parallel'd by art, much less By nature she'd battle painters to decypher Her exactly, as bad as agues puzzle doctors. Robert Neville's Poor Scholar. As through the hedgerows'shade the violet steals, And the sweet air its modest leaf reveals, Her softer charms, but by their influence known, Surprise all hearts, and mould them to her own. Rogers. l'hough gay as mirth, as curious thoughts sedate; As elegance polite, as power elate; Profound as reason, and as justice clear; Soft as compassion, yet as truth severe.

His talk is like a stream which runs

With rapid change from rocks to roses; He slips from politics to puns,

Passes from Mahomet to Moses; Beginning with the laws that keep

The planets in their radiant courses,
And ending with some precept deep
For dressing eels or shocing horses.
Praed-The Vicar

It is not mirth, for mirth she is too still;
It is not wit, which leaves the heart more chill,
But that continuous sweetness, which with ease
Pleases all round it from the wish to please.

With more capacity for love than earth lestows on most of mortal mould and birth, [lis early dreams of good out-stripped the truth, And troubled manhood followed baffled youth. Byron.

Devoted, anxious, generous, void of guile,
And with her whole heart's welcome in her sale
Mra Norton

Though time her bloom is stealing, There's still beyond his artThe wild flower wreath of feeling, The sunbeam of the heart.

Bold in the cause of God he stood Like Templar in the Holy Land; And never knight of princely blood In lady's bower more bland.

His high broad forehead, marble fair,
Told of the power of thought within;
And strength was in his raven hair —
But when he smiled a spell was there
That more than strength or power could win.
Mrs. Hale's Vigil of Love.

CHARITY.

Good is no good, but if it be spend; God giveth good for none other end.

Though the ungrateful subjects of their favours Are barren in return.

Rowe's Tamerlane.

Charity ever

Finds in the act reward, and needs no trumpet
In the receiver.

Beaumont and Fletcher's Sea Voyage.
It was sufficient that his wants were known,
True charity makes others' wants their own.
Robert Dauborne's Poor Man's Comfort.
For true charity

Though ne'er so secret finds a just reward.
May's Old Couple.
For his bounty,

There was no winter in 't an autumn 't was
That grew the more by reaping.

Shaks. Ant. and Cleo.
Nothing truly can be term'd mine own
But what I make mine own by using well.
Those deeds of charity which we have done
Shall stay for ever with us: and that wealth
Which we have so bestow'd, we only keep;
The other is not ours.

Middleton.

Dryden's Don Sebastian
Is there a variance? enter but his door,
Balk'd are the courts, and contest is no more.

Despairing quacks with curses left the place,
And vile attorneys, now an useless race.

Pope's Moral Essays.
In faith and hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's concern is charity:
All must be false that thwart this one great end;
And all of God, that bless mankind, or mend.
Pope's Essay on Man

Self-love thus push'd to social,-to divine,
Gives thee to make thy neighbour's blessing thine
Is this too little for the boundless heart?

Extend it let thy enemies have part,
Grasp the whole worlds of reason, life and sense
In one close system of benevolence:
Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree
And height of bliss but height of charity.
Pope's Essay on Man

The generons pride of virtue,
Diedains to weigh too nicely the returns
Her bounty meets with-like the liberal gods,
From her own gracious nature she bestows,
Nor stops to ask reward.

Thomson's Coriolanus.
But to the generous still-improving mind,
That gives the hopeless heart to sing for joy,
Diffusing kind beneficence around,
Boastless, as now descends the silent dew;
To him the long review of order'd life,
Is inward rapture, only to be felt.

Thomson's Seasons. The truly generous is the truly wise; And he who loves not others, lives unblest.

Home's Douglas. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain: The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast; The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd.

Goldsmith's Deserted Village.

Pleas'd with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow,

And quite forgot their vices in their woe;
Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.

Goldsmith's Deserted Village.

There are, while human miseries abound,
A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth,
Without one fool or flatterer at our board,
Without one hour of sickness or disgust.

Armstrong's Art of Preserving Health.
Pure in her aim, and in her temper mild,
Her wisdom seems the weakness of a child:
She makes excuses where she might condemn,
Revil'd by those that hate her, prays for them;
Suspicion lurks not in her artless breast,
The worst suggested, she believes the best;
Not soon provok'd, however stung and teas'd,
And, if perhaps made angry, soon appeas'd;
She rather waves than will dispute her right,
Ano mjur'd makes forgiveness her delight.
Cowper's Charity.

True charity, a plant divinely nurs'd,
Fed by the love, from which it rose at first,
Thrives against hope, and in the rudest scene,
Storms but enliven its unfading green;
Exuborant is the shadow it supplies,
Its fruit on earth, its growth above the skies.

Cowper's Charity. and charity prevail, the press would prove A venicie of virtue. truth and love.