MAXIMS, RULES OF LIFE, PIOUS AND MORAL REFLECTIONS. SHAKSPEARE. ALL the souls that are, were forfeit once; Never any thing can be amiss When simpleness and duty tender it. The silence often of pure innocence Behold our human actions, (as they do,) Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. I dare do all that may become a man ; Nought 's had, all's spent, When our desire is got without content. Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Dispute it like a man.-I shall do so, I cannot but remember such things were, To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, All places that the eye of Heaven visits Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. Happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. O England! model to thy inward greatness, What might'st thou do, that honour would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural! O how hast thou with jealousy infected 'Tis true that we are in great danger; The greater therefore should our courage be. There is some soul of goodness in things evil, For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, O hard condition! twin born with greatness! The slave, a member of the country's peace, What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace. The great KING of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded Take heed, for He holds vengeance in His hand Take not the quarrel from GOD's powerful arm; I every day expect an embassage From my REDEEMER to redeem me hence; In common worldly things, 'tis call'd ungrateful, O momentary grace of mortal man, Which we more hunt for than the grace of GOD! Fling away ambition; By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, -Love thyself last; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, Had I but serv'd my GOD with half the zeal His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; The good I stand on is my truth and honesty; Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, The ample proposition that hope makes Fails in the promis'd largeness. What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted? Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just ; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. |