John Heywood's complete series of home lesson books, Bind 6

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Side 58 - To purchase heaven has gold the power ? Can gold remove the mortal hour ? In life can love be bought with gold ? Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ? No— all that's worth a wish — a thought, Fair virtue gives unbrib'd, unbought.
Side 6 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Side 43 - Observe the rising lily's snowy grace. Observe the various vegetable race ; They neither toil nor spin, but careless grow ; Yet see how warm they blush, how bright they glow. What regal vestments can with them compare, "What King so shining, or what Queen so fair?
Side 17 - Rise early, and be an economist of time. Maintain dignity without the appearance of pride ; manner is something with everybody, and everything with some.
Side 13 - Instead of being an evidence of superior understanding, it discovers a pert and shallow mind ; which, vain of the first smatterings of knowledge, presumes to make light of what the rest of mankind revere. At the same time, you are not to imagine, that when exhorted to be religious, you are called upon to become more formal" and solemn in your manners than others of the same years ; or to erect yourselves into supercilious reprovers of those around you.
Side 43 - If ceaseless thus the fowls of Heaven he feeds, If o'er the fields such lucid robes he spreads: Will he not care for you, ye faithless, say ? Is he unwise ? or, are ye less than they V ON BOLUS'S HARP.
Side 6 - HIGHER, higher, will we climb Up the mount of glory, That our names may live through time In our country's story : ' Happy, when her welfare calls, He who conquers, he who falls.
Side 75 - WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear : Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother...
Side 75 - What is that, Mother ? The eagle, boy! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour, relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying, His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward, and upward, and true to the line. "What is that, Mother...
Side 42 - That's well said ; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnished with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kissed his loving wife ; O'erjoyed was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.

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