"WE LIVE IN DEEDS, NOT YEARS; IN THOUGHTS, NOT BREATHS."—BAILEY. DEATH THE LEVEller. Or like a wind that chafes the flood, The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The flight is past-and man forgot. 57 (HENRY KING, Bishop of Chichester, a religious poet of great sweetness, born 1591, died October 1, 1669.] "LIVES OF GREAT MEN ALL REMIND US, WE CAN MAKE OUR LIVES SUBLIME."-H. W. LONGFELLOW. DEATH THE LEVELLER. HE glories of our blood and state There is no armour against fate; Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made Some men with swords may reap the field, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds; "LIFE, LIKE THEIR BIBLES, COOLLY MEN TURN O'ER."-YOUNG. "THE ETERNAL SURGE OF TIME AND TIde rolls on, AND BEARS AFAR OUR BUbbles."-lorD BYRON. "A DEATH-LIKE SLEEP, A GENTLE WAFTING TO IMMORTAL LIFE."-JOHN MILTON. 66 THOU HAST ALL SEASONS FOR THINE OWN, O DEATH!"-MRS. HEMANS. "LOVE WARMS WHERE DEATH WITHERS, DEATH BLIGHTS WHERE LOVE BLOOMS."-LORD LYTTON." Upon Death's purple altar now Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust. [J. SHIRLEY, a dramatist, born 1596, died 1666. The song which we extract from the play of "The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses," is said to have been a great favourite with Charles II.] "GIVE ME FROM CARES A SURE RETREAT."-NORRIS. L'ALLEGRO. 59 TRUE FREEDOM IS IN THE MIND. TONE walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; That for a hermitage: If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free; Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty. [Richard LoveLACE, a cavalier-poet, born 1618, died 1658. His poetical works consist of odes, sonnets, and songs.] "MAN'S FORM. . . . BUT BORROWS ALL ITS GRANDEUR FROM ITS SOUL."-WILLIAM COWPER. "MY MYNDE TO ME A KINGDOME IS, AND IT EXCELLS ALL OTHER BLISSE."-GEOFFREY CHAUCER. L'ALLEGRO. TRAIGHT mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Of herbs, and other country messes, "TO ALL MEN FREEDOM SOLACE Gives."-BARBOUR. "GOD DOTH NOT NEED EITHER MAN'S WORK, OR HIS OWN GIFTS."-JOHN MILTON. 60 "FAME IS NO PLANT THAT GROWS ON MORTAL SOIL."-MILTON. L'ALLEGRO. And then in haste her bower she leaves, Sometimes, with secure delight, When the merry bells ring round, Till the livelong daylight fail; And the busy hum of men, Where throngs of knights and barons bold, "THEY ALSO SERVE WHO ONLY STAND AND WAIT."-MILTON. "LEARN THOU TO KNOW, TOWARD SOLID GOOD WHAT LEADS THE NEAREST WAY."-MILTON. "THEN DOES A SABLE CLOUD TURN FORTH HER SILVER LINING ON THE NIGHT."-JOHN MILTON. "HE THAT HAS LIGHT WITHIN HIS OWN CLEAR BREAST With store of ladies, whose bright eyes In saffron robe, with taper clear, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, Of heaped Elysian flowers, and hear [JOHN MILTON, 1608-1674, our greatest epic poet and one of our finest prose writers, author of "Paradise Lost," "Paradise Regained," "Comus," "Samson Agonistes," Areopagitica," and other noble works in prose and poetry. We extract the above from the fine pastoral of "L'Allegro."] 39.66 MAY SIT IN THE CENTRE, AND ENJOY BRIGHT DAY."-MILTON. "TAUGHT BY THE HEAVENLY MUSE, STORIED OF OLD IN HIGH IMMORTAL verse."-JOHN MILTON. |