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HERE'S a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,
WEAPON that comes down as still
As snow-flakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a free man's will,
As lightning does the will of God;
And from its force, nor doors, nor locks
A Word from a Petitioner.
EATON STANNARD BARRETT.
NOT she with trait'rous kiss her Master stung,
Not she denied Him with unfaithful tongue;
She, when apostles fled, could danger brave,
Have rendered me free.
From The Universal Songster, Vol. ii., p. 86.
By Miss Wrother.
Hope tells a flattering tale,
Delusive, vain, and hollow,
Ah let not Hope prevail,
From the same, Vol. i., p. 320.*
Hope told a flattering tale,
That Joy would soon return;
Ah, nought my sighs avail,
For love is doomed to mourn.
THOMAS À KEMPIS. 1380-1471.
MAN proposes, but God disposes.+
Imitation of Christ. Book i. Ch. 19.
* Air by Giovanni Paisiello (1741-1816).
This expression is of much greater antiquity; it appears in the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, page 27 (Lower's Translation), and in Pier's Ploughman's Vision, line 13,994.
A man's heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his steps. Proverbs xvi. 9.
And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of Imitation of Christ. Book i. Ch. xxiii.
Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.
to catch larks if ever the heavens should fall.
I'll go his halves.
Book iv. Ch. xxiii.
The devil was sick, the devil a monk would be,
Book iv. Ch. xxiv.
MIGUEL DE CERVANTES. 1547-1616.
VERY one is the son of his own works.
Don Quixote. Parti. Book iv. Ch. xx.
* Revenons a nos moutons,' a proverb taken from the old French Farce of Pierre Patelin.
I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.
Don Quixote. Parti. Book iv. Ch. xxiii. Every one is as God made him, and oftentimes a great deal worse.
Ibid. Part ii. Ch. iv.
Now blessings light on him that first invented sleep! it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot. Ibid. Part ii. Ch. lxvii.
Don't put too fine a point to your wit for fear it should get blunted. The Little Gypsy. (La Gitanilla.)
THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679.
OR words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools.
The Leviathan. Parti. Ch. iv.
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586.
E cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimThe Defence of Poesy.
I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. The Defence of Poesy.
There is no man suddenly either excellently good, or extremely evil.*
Arcadia. Book i.
They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
RICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600.
F Law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world: all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i.
FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626.
E that hath a wife and children hath given hostages to fortune, for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief.
Essay viii. Of Marriage and Single Life.
*There is a method in man's wickedness,
It grows up by degrees.
BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. A King and no King.