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But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation.

a. MILTON-Il Penseroso. L. 51.

In discourse more sweet,

(For Eloquence the Soul, Song charms the sense,)

Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,

In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
b. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. II.

L. 555. Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him how he jets under his advanced plumes. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 35.

c.

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With more of thanks and less of thought,
I strive to make my matters meet;

To seek what ancient sages sought,
Physic and food in sour and sweet,

To take what passes in good part,
And keep the hiccups from the heart.
f. JOHN BYROM-Careless Content.

I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.

g.

CERVANTES-Don Quixote. Pt. I.

Bk. IV. Ch. XXIII. Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the evedrops fall,

Heard only in the trances of the blast,

Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

h. COLERIDGE-Frost at Midnight.

warm.

DRYDEN-Third Book of Horace. Ode 29.

He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought. DRYDEN-Cymon and Iphigenia. L. 84.

m.

Since every man who lives is born to die,
And none can boast sincere felicity,
With equal mind, what happens let us bear,
Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond

our care.

Like pilgrims, to th' appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.

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