Man is a ship that sails with adverse winds,

And has no haven till he land at death.

Then when he thinks his hands fast grasp the bank,

Comes a rude billow betwixt him and safety, And beats him back into the deep again. -Randolph. The Jealous Lovers (Chremylus), Act V., Sc. VI.

Let the soul be assured that somewhere in the universe it should rejoin its friend, and it would be content and cheerful alone for a thousand years.

-Emerson. Friendship.

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
In war he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above;

For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

-Sir W. Scott. The Lay of the Last Minstrel, Can. III., II.

Impudence emboldens a man to undertake any task, tho' ever so unequal to his abilities, and carries him through it with spirit and alacrity.

-Sir R. Blackmore. The Lay Monastery,

Ill fares the lad, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates and men decay :
Princes and lords may flourish or may fade;
A breath can make them, as a breath has made ;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
-Goldsmith. The Deserted Village, line 51.

Half the sorrows of women would be averted if they could repress the speech they know to be useless-nay, the speech they have resolved not

to utter.

-George Eliot. Felix Holt.

Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.

-Pope. Ode on Solitude, I.

Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: To-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And-when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening-nips his root,
And then he falls as I do. I have ventur'd
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory;
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me; and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy

Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

Never to hope again.

-Shakspere.

Henry VIII. (Wolsey), Act
III., Sc. II.

Can wealth give happiness? look round and see
What gay distress! what splendid misery!
Whatever Fortunes lavishly can pour,
The mind annihilates and calls for more.
-Young. Love of Fame, Sat. V., line 393.

A sophistical rhetorician, inebriated with the exuberance of his own verbosity, and gifted with an egotistical imagination, that can at all times command an interminable and inconsistent series of arguments to malign an opponent, and to glorify himself.

-Earl of Beaconsfield. Speech in the House of Commons, 1878, referring to Mr. Glad

stone.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written tablets of the brain;

And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart?

-Shakspere.

Macbeth (Macbeth), Act V.,
Sc. III.

Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of Fame-to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell!

-Bulwer Lytton. The Last of the Barons (Warwick), Bk. V., Ch. 1.

Knowledge and Wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men ; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass,

The mere materials with which Wisdom builds, Till smooth'd and squared, and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

-Cowper. The Task, Bk. VI.

He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it is a saint; that boasteth of it is a devil. -Thos. Fuller. Holy and Profane States, Holy State of Self-Praising.

It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce :
It's fitter being sane than mad.

My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretch'd;
That, after Last, returns the First.
Though a wide compass round be fetch'd;
That what began best, can't end worst,
Nor what God blessed once, prove accurs'd.
-R. Browning. Apparent Failure.

Fellowship is heaven, and lack of fellowship is hell fellowship is life, and lack of fellowship is death and the deeds that ye do upon the earth, it is for fellowship's sake that ye do them.

—Wm. Morris. A Dream of John Ball.

Genius has somewhat of the infantine:
But of the childish, not a touch nor taint
Except through self-will, which, being foolishness,
Is certain, soon or late, of punishment,

Which Providence avert !

—R. Browning. Prince Hohenstiel-
Schwangau.

It is better that some should be unhappy, than that none should be happy, which would be the case in a general state of equality.

-Boswell. Life of Johnson (Dr. Johnson), Fitzgerald's Ed., Vol. II., p. 116.

Friendship is constant in all other things,
Save in the office and affairs of love :

Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues;