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If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined,-
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind.
Pope's Essay on Man.

Order is Heaven's first law, and this confest,
Some are, and must be, greater than the rest.

For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administered is best.

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought;
To teach the young idea how to shoot.

Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.
Pope's Moral Essays.



Thomson's Seasons.

To thine own self be true;

And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the


Longfellow's Evangeline.

I doubt not, through the ages one increasing purpose


And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.

It is excellent

To have a giant's strength, but tyrannous
To use it like a giant.

Tennyson's Locksley Hall.

Shakspere's Hamlet.

Shakspere's Measure for Measure.

For aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.
Shakspere's Midsummer Night's Dream.
Trifles light as air

Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.

Shakspere's Othello.

Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Shakspere's Henry VI.


Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is, when unadorned, adorned the most.

Thomson's Seasons.

The good die first;

And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
Burn to the socket.

Wordsworth's Excursion.

There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

Shakspere's Julius Cæsar.

They say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony;

Where words are scarce they're seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. Shakspere's Richard II.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,-
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;

And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Shakspere's Taming of the Shrew.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As, to be hated, needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Pope's Essay on Man.
Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear
More sweet than all the landscape smiling near?
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Campbell's Pleasures of Hope.

His fall was destined to a barren strand,
A petty fortress, and a dubious hand;
He left the name at which the world grew pale,
To point a moral and adorn a tale.

Dr. Johnson's Vanity of Human Wishes.
The good old rule

Sufficeth them; the simple plan,

That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can. Wordsworth's Rob Roy.

This truth came borne by bier and pall,
I felt it when I sorrowed most,—
'Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.

Tennyson's In Memoriam. What in me is dark,

Illumine; what is low, raise and support;
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.

Milton's Paradise Lost.

* Charles XII. of Sweden.

Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in its head.
And this our life, exempt from public haunts,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Shakspere's As You Like It.

She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought;
And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief.

Shakspere's Twelfth Night,

Cowards die many times before their death;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

Of all the wonders that I ever heard,

It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end,

Will come when it will come.

Shakspere's Julius Cæsar.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?

Shakspere's Macbeth.

I have lived long enough: my way of life
Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

I must not look to have; but in their stead,
Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

Shakspere's Midsummer Night's Dream.

Good name in man and woman

Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something,


'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

Shakspere's Othello.

Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpassed;
The next in majesty; in both the last.
The force of nature could no further go;
To make a third, she joined the former two.
Dryden's Lines under Milton's Picture.

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green.
Love rules the camp, the court, the grove,
And men below, and saints above,—
For Love is Heaven, and Heaven is Love.
Scott's Lay of the Last Minstrel.

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