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Page 88
... present should always be fuited to the dignity of the receiver . Thus the rich receive large prefents , and are thanked for accepting them . Men of middling sta- " tions are obliged to be content with prefents fomething lefs tions ( 88 ) ...
... present should always be fuited to the dignity of the receiver . Thus the rich receive large prefents , and are thanked for accepting them . Men of middling sta- " tions are obliged to be content with prefents fomething lefs tions ( 88 ) ...
Page 128
... d let Mira pray , Heav'n forgive my faults to - day ! For its ufe , my present prize , All befides neglect , defpife . Shine its trinkets as they will , Trinkets are but Shine ( 128 ) Has it motion? "Tis as clear ...
... d let Mira pray , Heav'n forgive my faults to - day ! For its ufe , my present prize , All befides neglect , defpife . Shine its trinkets as they will , Trinkets are but Shine ( 128 ) Has it motion? "Tis as clear ...
Page 130
... present state of probation . BEWARE thy meddling hand in ought to try , That does beyond thy reach of knowledge lie ; But feek to know , and bend thy ferious thought , To fearch the profitable knowledge out . So joys , on joys , for ...
... present state of probation . BEWARE thy meddling hand in ought to try , That does beyond thy reach of knowledge lie ; But feek to know , and bend thy ferious thought , To fearch the profitable knowledge out . So joys , on joys , for ...
Page 161
... present store , Nor do I afk of Heav'n for more , But thank the kindness of my God , For that fmall ftock he has allow'd . Lo , time still waftes , and waftes away , And moons arise but to decay ; Then why , fond mortals , tell me why ...
... present store , Nor do I afk of Heav'n for more , But thank the kindness of my God , For that fmall ftock he has allow'd . Lo , time still waftes , and waftes away , And moons arise but to decay ; Then why , fond mortals , tell me why ...
Page 169
... present hour . XI . To be refign'd when ills betide , Patient when favours are deny'd , And pleas'd with favours giv'n : Dear Chloe , this is wisdom's part , This is that incenfe of the heart , Whofe fragrance fmells to Heav'n ! XII ...
... present hour . XI . To be refign'd when ills betide , Patient when favours are deny'd , And pleas'd with favours giv'n : Dear Chloe , this is wisdom's part , This is that incenfe of the heart , Whofe fragrance fmells to Heav'n ! XII ...
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afflictions beauty becauſe beft beſt bleffings bleft blifs breaſt charms Chriftian confcience courfe death defire divine earth eternal ev'ry facred fafe fame fcenes fear feek feems fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhould figh filent fincere firft fkies fleep fmiles foft fome foon forrow foul fpirit fpring ftate ftill fuch fuffer fure fweet give glory grace happineſs happy hath heart Heav'n himſelf honour hope human humble increaſe itſelf juft labour laft lefs live loft Lord mercy mifery mind moft moſt muft muſt nature never o'er obferve ourſelves paffions pain peace perfon pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poffefs pow'r praiſe prefent pride purpoſe reafon refign reft religion rich rife ſcene ſhall ſkies ſky ſpeak ſtate thee thefe themſelves theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thought thro uſeful virtue whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh youth
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Page 170 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 22 - Has made my cup run o'er, And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store.
Page 141 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav'n.
Page 169 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Page 51 - O thou bounteous giver of all good, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown ! Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor ; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.
Page 158 - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.
Page 168 - If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home.
Page 120 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
Page 191 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Page 157 - IT is of the last importance to season the passions of a child with devotion, which seldom dies in a mind that has received an early tincture of it. Though it may seem extinguished for a while by the cares of the world, the heats of youth, or the allurements of vice, it generally breaks out and discovers itself again as soon as discretion, consideration, age, or misfortunes have brought the man to himself. The fire may be covered and overlaid, but cannot be entirely quenched and smothered.