RESPICE FINEM

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Respice Finem

LL is best, though we oft doubt
What the unsearchable dispose

Of Highest wisdom brings about,

And ever best found in the close. Oft He seems to hide His face,

But unexpectedly returns,

And to His faithful champion hath in place
Bore witness gloriously; whence Gaza mourns,
And all that band them to resist

His uncontrollable intent.

His servants He, with new acquist

With

Of true experience from this great event, peace and consolation hath dismiss'd, And calm of mind, all passion spent.

JOHN MILTON

THE GRACE OF MANHOOD

BRIGHT Thoughts, clear Deeds, Constancy, Fidelity, Bounty, and generous Honesty are the gems of noble Minds; wherein (to derogate from none) the true Heroick English Gentleman hath no Peer.

SIR THOMAS BROWNE

THE surest mark of a finely bred man is that envy cannot breed in him.

LA ROCHEFOUCAULD

A LITTLE touch of something like pride is seated in the true sense of a man's own greatness, without which his humility and modesty would be contemptible virtues.

THOMAS TRAHERNE

MANNERS Makyth Man.

WILLIAM OF WYKEHAM

Domine, Quis Habitabit?

LORD, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle:

Or who shall rest upon thy holy hill?

Even he that leadeth an uncorrupt life:

And doeth the thing that is right, and speaketh the truth from his heart.

He that hath used no deceit in his tongue, nor done evil to his neighbour;

And hath not slandered his neighbour.

He that setteth not by himself, but is lowly in his

own eyes:

And maketh much of them that fear the Lord.
He that sweareth unto his neighbour, and disappoint-

eth him not:

Though it were to his own hindrance.

He that hath not given his money upon usury:

Nor taken reward against the innocent.

Whoso doeth these things, shall never fall.

Integer Vitae

HE man of life upright,

THE

Psalm xv.

Whose guiltless heart is free

From all dishonest deeds,

Or thought of vanity;

TO THE LADY MARGARET

The man whose silent days
In harmless joys are spent,
Whom hopes cannot delude,
Nor sorrow discontent;

That man needs neither towers

Nor armour for defence,
Nor secret vaults to fly

From thunder's violence:

He only can behold

With unaffrighted eyes
The horrors of the deep
And terrors of the skies.

Thus, scorning all the cares
That fate or fortune brings,
He makes the heaven his book,
His wisdom heavenly things;

Good thoughts his only friends,
His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn

And quiet pilgrimage.

THOMAS CAMPION

To the Lady Margaret, Countess of

Cumberland

E that of such a height hath built his mind,

HE

And rear'd the dwelling of his thoughts so strong As neither fear nor hope can shake the frame Of his resolved powers, nor all the wind