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In woods, in waves, in warres she wonts to dwell
Ne can the man that moulds in ydle cell
Before her gate high God did sweate ordaine,
And wakefull watches ever to abide,
But easy is the way, and passage plaine
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,
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.*
BORROW. Bible in Spain.
I WISH I had a cottage snug and neat,
The bright-gown'd morning tripping up her side,
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,
* But in the mountains did he feel his faith.
A sense, a feeling that he loses not,
Nearing them more and more, day after day,
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.”
BORROWERS OF BOOKS.
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.
DIRGE IN CYMBELINE.
Sung by Guiderius and Arviragus over Fidele, supposed to be dead.
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
No wailing ghost shall dare appear
And melting virgins own their love.
There scatter'd oft, the earliest of the year,
By hands unseen, are showers of violets found,
Stanza thrown out of his Elegy by GRAY.
The female fays shall haunt the green,
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
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.
LOCKE. On Education.
TENDER-HANDED stroke a nettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
'Tis the same with common natures,
But for better minds.
THERE is a way of winning more by love,†
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,
He that's compell'd to goodness, may be good;
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.
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,
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