Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies!
Lord, in my views let both united be-
I live in pleasure, when I live to Thee!

CLXII.

DODDRIDGE.

HOPE.

White as a white sail on a dusky sea,
When half the horizon's clouded and half free,
Fluttering between the dun wave and the sky,
Is hope's last gleam in man's extremity.

BYRON.

CLXIII.

A TIDE IN HUMAN AFFAIRS.

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:

And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.

CLXIV.

SHAKSPEARE.

GOOD REPUTATION.

Good name, in man and woman,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;

'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.

SHAKSPEARE.

CLXV.

PERFECTION NEEDS NO ADDITION.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light

To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

SHAKSPEARE.

CLXVI.

IDLENESS.

I would not waste my spring of youth
In idle dalliance: I would plant rich seeds,
To blossom in my manhood, and bear fruit
When I am old.

HILLHOUSE.

CLXVII.

FALSEHOOD.

Let falsehood be a stranger to thy lips.
Shame on the policy that first began

To tamper with the heart to hide its thoughts!
And double shame on that inglorious tongue,
That sold its honesty and told a lie!

HAVARD.

CLXVIII.

SUBMISSION TO HEAVEN.

In common worldly things, 'tis called ungrateful,

With dull unwillingness to repay a debt,

Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent;
Much more to be thus opposite to Heaven,
For it requires the royal debt it lent you.

SHAKSPEARE.

CLXIX.

CONSCIENCE.

He that has light within his own clear breast,
May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day:
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
Himself his own dungeon.

MILTON.

CLXX.

MERCY.

The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,-
The attribute to awe and majesty,

Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings,—
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;

It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,

It is an attribute to God himself;

And earthly power doth show them likest God's When mercy seasons justice.

SHAKSPEARE.

CLXXI.

THY WILL BE DONE.

My God and Father, while I stray
Far from my home, on life's rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done!

Though dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught;
Thy will be done!

What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh?
Submissive still would I reply,
Thy will be done!

Though Thou hast called me to resign
What most I prized, it ne'er was mine—
I have but yielded what was Thine;
Thy will be done!

Should grief or sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I'll strive to say,
Thy will be done!

Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest;
Thy will be done!

Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
Thy will be done!

Then when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,

Thy will be done!

CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT.