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Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay;
Night iii. Line 104.
Heaven's sovereign saves all beings but himself,
Night iii. Line 226.
The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
Night iv. Line 10.
Man makes a death, which Nature never made.*
Night iv. Line 15.
Wishing, of all employments is the worst.
Night iv. Line 71.
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.
Night iv. Line 118.
Night iv. Line 676.
A Christian is the highest style of man.‡
Night iv. Line 788.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
Night iv. Line 843.
Night v. Line 177.
By night an atheist half-believes a God.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
Like our shadows,
Night v. Line 600.
Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines.
Night v. Line 661.
While man is growing, life is in decrease;
Night v. Line 717.
That life is long which answers life's great end.
Night v. Line 773
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
Night v. Line 775.
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
Night v. Line 1011.
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.
Night vi. Line 314.
And all may do, what has by man been done.
Night vi. Line 606.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Night vii. Line 496.
Prayer ardent opens heaven.
Night viii. Line 721.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains. Night viii. Line 793
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
Night viii. Line 1054.
* Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.-BISHOP HALL's Epistles, Dec. iii. Epist. ii.
Final Ruin fiercely drives
Her ploughshare o'er creation.*
Night ix. Line 167.
An undevout astronomer is mad.
Night ix. Line 771.
The course of Nature is the art of God.+
LOVE OF FAME.
Night ix. Line 1267.
The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art
Satire i. Line 51.
Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
Satire i. Line 89.
None think the great unhappy but the great.‡
Satire i. Line 238.
Where nature's end of language is declined,
Satire ii. Line 207.
Be wise with speed;
A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
Satire . Line 282.
* Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate
Full on thy bloom.
BURNS. To a Mountain Daisy.
In brief, all things are artificial; for Nature is the art of God.
SIR THOMAS BROWNE. Religio Medici, Sect. xvi.
As if misfortune made the throne her seat,
And none could be unhappy but the great.
RowE. The Fair Penitent. Prologue.
§ The germ of this thought is found in Jeremy Taylor: Lloyd, South, Butler, Young, and Goldsmith have repeated it after him; see page 382,
Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
Satire vi. Line 208.
One to destroy, is murder by the law;
Satire vii. Line 55.
How commentators each dark passage shun,
Satire vii. Line 97.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 1.
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,
Accept a miracle, instead of wit,
Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2.
See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield.†
Time elaborately thrown away.
The Last Day. Book i.
In records that defy the tooth of time.
The Statesman's Creed.
* Imitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part i., Introduction, and taken originally from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii. Sect. 2. Mem. 1. Subs. 2. 'But to enlarge or illustrate this power or effects of love is to set a candle in the sun.'
From Mitford's Life of Young.
To God the Father, God the Son,
Glory to the Father and the Son.
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber;
A Cradle Hymn.