"But Thee, but Thee, O sovereign Seer of time,
But Thee, O poets' Poet, Wisdom's Tongue,
But Thee, O man's best Man, O love's best Love,
O perfect life in perfect labor writ,

O all men's

Priest,

Comrade, Servant, King,

Oh, what amiss may I forgive in Thee,

Jesus, good Paragon, thou Crystal Christ?"

or

Sidney Lanier: The Crystal.

Despair; see Courage and Hope.

O! that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!

Shakespeare: Hamlet.

Beware of desperate steps!-the darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.

Cowper: Needless Alarm.

Farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear;
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good!

Milton: Paradise Lost.

Despair defies even despotism; there is

That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts

With levell'd spears.

Byron: Two Foscari.

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless,-
That only men incredulous of despair,

Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access

Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness,
In souls as countries, lieth silent, bare.

Dreams.

Elizabeth B. Browning: Grief.

I talk of dreams

Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet.

Dreams are but interludes which fancy makes.
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Dryden: Cock and the Fox.

One of those passing rainbow dreams,
Half light, half shade, which fancy's beams
Paint on the fleeting mists that roll,
In trance or slumber, round the soul.

Moore: Lalla Rookh.

Dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;

Byron: Dream.

How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream,
With half-shut eyes ever to seem

Falling asleep in a half-dream!

To dream and dream.

Tennyson: The Lotus-Eaters.

How eagerly I sought to strike

Into that wondrous track of dreams again!

But no two dreams are like.

Tennyson: A Dream of Fair Women.

Dress.

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Shakespeare: Much Ado About Nothing.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor,
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.

Shakespeare: Taming of the Shrew.

What tho' on hamely fare we dine,

Wear hodden gray, and a' that?

Gie fools their silk, and knaves their wine,

A man's a man for a' that.

Burns.

We sacrifice to dress, till household joys
And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry,
And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires,
And introduces hunger, frost, and woe,
Where peace and hospitality might reign.

Cowper: Task.

Duty.
Who does the best his circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly-angels could no more.
Young: Night Thoughts.

Hath the spirit of all beauty

Kissed you in the path of duty?

Anna Katharine Green: On the Threshold.

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!

O Duty! if that name thou love

Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove;
Thou, who art victory and law
When empty terrors overawe;

From vain temptations dost set free;

And calmst the weary strife of frail humanity!

Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear

The Godhead's most benignant grace;
Nor know we anything so fair

As is the smile upon thy face:

Flowers laugh before thee on their beds
And fragrance in thy footing treads;

Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong;

And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are

fresh and strong.

Wordsworth: Ode to Duty.

The longer on this earth we live

And weigh the various qualities of men

The more we feel the high, stern-featured beauty

Of plain devotedness to duty.

Steadfast and still, nor paid with mortal praise,
But finding amplest recompense

For life's ungarlanded expense

In work done squarely and unwasted days.

Education; see Knowledge.

Learning by study must be won;

'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.

Lowell.

Gay: Fables.

'Tis education forms the common mind;
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin❜d.

Pope: Moral Essays.

A little learning is a dangerous thing,
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring,
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.

Pope: Essay on Criticism.

Eloquence; see Argument and Oratory.

Aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished;
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Shakespeare: Love's Labor 's Lost.

Oft the hours

From morn to eve have stol'n unmark'd away,
While mute attention hung upon his lips.

Akenside: Pleasures of Imagination.

Verily, O man, with truth for thy theme, eloquence shall throne thee with archangels.

Tupper: Proverbial Philosophy.

Words are like leaves, and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

Pope: Essay on Criticism.

Envy; see Charity and Jealousy.

Base envy withers at another's joy,

And hates that excellence it cannot reach.

Thomson: Seasons. Spring.

To all apparent beauties blind,

Each blemish strikes an envious mind.

Gay: Fables,