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In woods, in waves, in warres she wonts to dwell
And will be found with perill and with paine,

Ne can the man that moulds in ydle cell
Unto her happy mansion attaine :

Before her gate high God did sweate ordaine,
And wakefull watches ever to abide,


easy is the way, and

passage plaine

To Pleasure's pallace, it may soon be spide

And day and night her dores to all stand open wide.

Faery Queen, Book II., Canto 3.

THAT only is true Honour which he gives who deserves it himself.


(FOR earth hath this variety from heaven,
Of pleasure situate in hill and dale).

Paradise Lost, Book V.

WOULD man display his power and grandeur to advantage, let him flee far from the hills, for the broad pennants of God even his clouds float upon the tops of the hills, and the majesty of God is most manifest amongst the hills.*


I WISH I had a cottage snug and neat,
Upon the top of many-fountain'd Ide,
That I might thence in holy fervour greet

Bible in Spain.

The bright-gown'd morning tripping up her side,
And when the low sun's glory-buskin'd feet
Walk on the blue wave of th' Ægean tide,

Oh I would kneel me down and worship there

The God who garnish'd out a world so bright and fair!


TENNANT. Anster Fair.

WHO first beholds those everlasting clouds,

Seed time and harvest, morning, noon, and night,
Still where they were, steadfast, immovable;
Those mighty hills, so shadowy, so sublime
As rather to belong to Heaven than Earth,—
But instantly receives into his soul

* But in the mountains did he feel his faith.


The Excursion.

A sense, a feeling that he loses not,
A something that informs him 'tis an hour
That he may date henceforward and for ever.
To me they seemed the barriers of a world,
Saying, "Thus far, no farther." And as o'er
The level plain I travell'd silently,

Nearing them more and more, day after day,
My wandering thoughts my only company,
And they before me still.-Oft as I look'd
A strange delight was mine mingled with fear;
A wonder as at things I had not heard of;
And still and still I felt as though I gazed
For the first time.

S. ROGERS. Italy.

THE great mountains lift the lowlands on their sides. Let the reader imagine, first, the appearance of the most varied plain of some richly cultivated country; let him imagine it dark with graceful woods, and soft with deepest pastures; let him fill the space of it, to the utmost horizon, with innumerable and changeful incidents of scenery and life; leading pleasant streamlets through its meadows, strewing clusters of cottages beside their banks, tracing sweet footpaths through its avenues, and animating its fields with happy flocks, and slow wandering spots of cattle; and when he has wearied himself with endless imagining, and left no space without some loveliness of its own, let him conceive all this great plain, with its infinite treasures of natural beauty and happy human life, gathered up in God's hands from one end of the horizon to the other, like a woven garment; and shaken into deep falling folds, as the robes droop from a king's shoulders; all its bright rivers leaping into cataracts along the hollows of its fall, and all its forests rearing themselves aslant against its slopes, as a rider rears himself back when his horse plunges; and all its villages nestling themselves into the new windings of its glens; and all its pastures thrown into steep waves of greensward, dashed with dew along the edges of their folds, and sweeping down into endless slopes, with a cloud here and there lying quietly, half on the grass, half in the air; and he will have as yet, in all this lifted world, only the foundation of one of the great Alps. And whatever is lovely in the lowland scenery becomes lovelier in this change: the trees which grew heavily and stiffly from the level line of plain assume strange curves of strength and grace as they bend themselves against the mountain side; they breathe more freely,

and toss their branches more carelessly as each climbs higher, looking to the clear light above the topmost leaves of its brother tree the flowers which on the arable plain fell before the plough, now find out for themselves unapproachable places, where year by year they gather into happier fellowship, and fear no evil; and the streams which in the level land crept in dark eddies by unwholesoms banks, now move in showers of silver, and are clothed with rainbows, and bring health and life wherever the glance of their waves can reach.

RUSKIN. Modern Painters.


So far is it from being true that men are naturally equal, that no two people can be half an hour together, but one shall acquire an evident superiority over the other.


WHEN Lycurgus was to reform and alter the state of Sparta, one advised in consultation that it should be reduced to an absolute popular Equality, but Lycurgus said to him, "Sir, begin it in your own house."


MONTAIGNE says that the reason why borrowed books are so seldom returned to their owners, is that it is much easier to retain the books than what is in them.


Sung by Guiderius and Arviragus over Fidele, supposed to be dead.
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb

Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing Spring.*

No wailing ghost shall dare appear
To vex with shrieks this quiet grove,
But shepherd lads assemble here,

And melting virgins own their love.
No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew;

There scatter'd oft, the earliest of the year,

By hands unseen, are showers of violets found,
The redbreast loves to build and warble there,
And little footsteps lightly print the ground.

Stanza thrown out of his Elegy by GRAY.

The female fays shall haunt the green,
And dress thy grave with pearly dew;
The redbreast oft at evening hours

Shall kindly lend his little aid,
With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.
When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempests shake the sylvan cell;
Or 'midst the chase on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore,
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Beloved, till life can charm no more;

And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.


THE DREAD OF EVIL * is a much more forcible principle of human actions than the prospect of Good.

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LOCKE. On Education.

TENDER-HANDED stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,

And it soft as silk remains.

'Tis the same with common natures,
Use them kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg graters,
And the rogues obey you well.

But for better minds.


THERE is a way of winning more by love,t

And urging of the modesty, than fear;

Force works on servile natures, not the free.

* Fear guides more to their duty than gratitude; for one man who is virtuous from the love of virtue, from the obligation which he thinks he lies under to the Giver of all, there are ten thousand who are good only from their apprehension of punishment.

+He does mainly vary from my sense,
Who thinks the empire gain'd by violence
More absolute and durable than that
Which gentleness and friendship do create.



He that's compell'd to goodness, may be good;
But, 'tis but for that fit: where others drawn

By softness and example, get a habit.

Then if they stray, but warn 'em; and the same

They should for virtue have done, they'll do for shame.
BEN JONSON. Every Man in his Humour, Act I.

WHO Overcomes

By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

Paradise Lost, Book I.


ALL envy is proportionate to desire;* we are uneasy at the attainments of another, according as we think our own happiness would be advanced by the addition of that which he withholds from us; and therefore whatever depresses immoderate wishes, will, at the same time, set the heart free from the corrosion of envy, and exempt us from that vice which is, above most others, tormenting to ourselves, hateful to the world, and productive of mean artifices and sordid projects.

So a Wild Tartar, when he spies

A man that's handsome, valiant, wise,
If he can kill him, thinks t' inherit
His wit, his beauty, and his spirit;

As if just so much he enjoy'd
As in another is destroy'd.


Hudibras, Part I., Canto 2.

ENVY sets the strongest seal on desert; if he have no enemies, I should esteem his fortune mose wretched.


WE often make a parade of passions, even of the most criminal; but envy is a timid and shameful passion which we never dare to avow.



GOD of our fathers! what is man,†

That thou towards him with hand so various,

* A man who hath no virtue in himself ever envieth virtue in others; for men's minds will either feed upon their own good, or upon others' evil; and who wanteth the one, will prey upon the other.


+ The men whom God chooses as the instruments of his great designs are full of contradiction and mystery; in them are combined in indiscoverable

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