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ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747.

`HE Grave, dread thing!


Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness.

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Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul !

Sweet'ner of life! and solder of society!

Of joys departed,

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Not to return, how painful the remembrance.

The good he scorned,

Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits

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Like those of angels, short and far between.

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Creation sleeps. 'T is as the gen❜ral pulse
Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause;
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

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Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?

Thy shaft flew thrice: and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.

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Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.*

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Procrastination is the thief of time.

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At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

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All men think all men mortal but themselves.

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He mourns the dead, who lives as they desire.

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And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

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Thy purpose firm, is equal to the deed :
Who does the best his circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

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'I've lost a day '-the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.

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* Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.

CONGREVE. Letter to Cobham.

Ah! how unjust to nature, and himself,
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man.

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The spirit walks of every day deceased.

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Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites,
Hell threatens.

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'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them, what report they bore to heaven.

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Thoughts shut up, want air,

And spoil like bales unopened to the sun.

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How blessings brighten as they take their flight!

The chamber where the good man meets his fate,
Is privileged beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

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A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

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Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;

They love a train, they tread each other's heel.*

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Beautiful as sweet!

And young as beautiful! and soft as young !

And gay as soft! and innocent as gay!

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Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7.

* One woe doth tread upon another's heel,-
So fast they follow.
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

HERRICK. Hesperides, Aphorisms, No. 287.

Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay;
And if in death still lovely, lovelier there;
Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.

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Heaven's sovereign saves all beings but himself,
That hideous sight,-
-a naked human heart.

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The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm.

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Man makes a death, which Nature never made.*

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Wishing, of all employments is the worst.

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Man wants but little, nor that little, long.+

A God all mercy, is a God unjust.

'Tis impious in a good man to be sad.

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A Christian is the highest style of man.+

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Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

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By night an atheist half-believes a God.

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Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

Like our shadows,

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Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines.

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While man is growing, life is in decrease;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun.*

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That life is long which answers life's great end.

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The man of wisdom is the man of years.

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Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

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Pigmies are pigmies still, though perched on Alps, And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Night vi. Line 309.

Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids ;

Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall.

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And all may do, what has by man been done.

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The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

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Prayer ardent opens heaven.

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A man of pleasure is a man of pains. Night viii. Line 793.

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

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* Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.-BISHOP HALL's Epistles, Dec. iii. Epist. ii.

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