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

Night iii. Line 104.

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

Night iii. Line 226.

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

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 233.

Night iv. Line 676.

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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Night v. Line 177.

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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The course of Nature is the art of God.+


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The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art
Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

Satire i. Line 51.

Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.

Satire i. Line 89.

None think the great unhappy but the great.‡

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Where nature's end of language is declined,
And men talk only to conceal the mind. §

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Be wise with speed;

A fool at forty is a fool indeed.

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* 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;
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe ;
To murder thousands, takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

Satire vii. Line 55.

How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.*

Satire vii. Line 97.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 1.

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,
With whom revenge is virtue.

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.

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To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, three in one;
Be honour, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.

Glory to the Father and the Son.

Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

A Cradle Hymn.

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