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Mother of worldly-working dreams! we view
THE sun grew low, and left the skies,
Hudibras, Part II., Chap. 1.
THE sun was sunk, and after him the star
Paradise Lost, Book IX.
NIGHT, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
Night Thoughts. Night I.
* But see while thus our sorrows we discourse,
The shades prevail: each bush seems bigger grown;
A NIGHT SCENE.
Chorus. Now entertain conjecture of a time,
When creeping murmur, and the poring dark,
Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,
That the fix'd sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch;
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll,
BE wise to day, 'tis madness to defer;
YOUNG. Night Thoughts, Night I.
For numbers this is certain; the reverse
Ibid., Night I.
DARE to be wise, and now
To practise virtue and protracts the hour;
HORACE. Book I., Epistle 2.
DEFER not till to-morrow to be wise;
Ir may be affirmed as a truth well founded in observation, though perhaps hardly to be credited upon assertion, that even in matters personally and seriously affecting themselves, most men will put off thinking definitively until they have to act, to write, or to speak.
H. TAYLOR. Statesman.
THE only remedy for such a turn of mind is resolutely to keep to the first decision, whatever it may be, without dwelling on its advantages or disadvantages, and allowing any useless regrets after the thing is done; and, even if a mistake is often made at the outset, from want of the habit of ready and unwavering judgment, it will be far less mischievous, than weak and wretched indecision; and in time the faculty of knowing the real tastes or inclinations, without hesitations or regrets, will be cultivated in the mind. Gentle Life.
LOSS IN DELAY.
TIME wears all his locks before,*
And behind his scalp is naked.
Drops do pierce the stubborn flint,
Not by force but often falling;
Custom kills by feeble dint,
More by use than strength and vailing.
Single sands have little weight,
Many make a drawing freight.
“VAINE-GLORIOUS Elfe," said he, "dost not thou weet
Shields, steeds, and armes, and all things for thee meet
Time is painted with a lock before, and bald behind, signifying thereby, that we must take time (as we say) by the forelock, for when it is once past there is no recalling it.
And crowns and kingdomes to thee multiply.
And deeme them roote of all disquietness;
First got with guile, and then preserved with dread,
Strife and debate, bloodshed and bitternesse,
That noble heart in great dishonour doth despise.
And purple robe gored with many a wound,
Castles surprised, great cities sackt and brent,
So mak'st thou kings, and gaynest wrongfull government.
Faery Queen, Book II., Canto 7.
EXTOL not riches then, the toil of fools,
The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare; more apt
Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.
Paradise Lost, Book II,
Bastard. Mad world! mad kings! mad composition!
Hath willingly departed with a part;
And France (whose armour conscience buckled on,
With that same purpose-changer, that sly devil-
But the word maid, cheats the poor maid of that—
That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling commodity;
The world, who of itself is 'peised well;
This bawd, this broker, this all-changing word,
But for because he hath not woo'd me yet;
King John, Act II.
EVERY man is rich or poor, according to the proportion between his desires and enjoyments. Of riches as of every thing else, the hope is more than the enjoyment; while we consider them as the means to be used at some future time for the attainment of felicity, ardour after them secures us from weariness of ourselves, but no sooner do we sit down to enjoy our acquisitions than we find them insufficient to fill up the vacuities of life. Nature makes us poor only when we want necessaries, but custom gives the name of poverty to the want of superfluities. It is the great privilege of poverty to be happy unenvied, to be healthy without physic, secure without a guard, and to obtain from the bounty of nature what the great and wealthy are compelled to procure by the help of art. Adversity has ever been considered as the state in which a man most easily becomes acquainted with himself, particularly being free from flatterers. Prosperity is too apt to prevent us from