Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue;
But, like a shadow, proves the substance true.
Pope: Essay on Criticism.

Envy not greatness; for thou mak'st thereby
Thyself the worse, and so the distance greater.
Be not thine own worm: yet such jealousy
As hurts not others but may make thee better,
Is a good spur.

Evening, Sunset; see Night.

Herbert: Temple.

Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad.

Milton: Paradise Lost.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day;
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

Gray: Elegy.

Longfellow: The Day is Done.

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,

And sunbeams melt along the silent sea.

Moore: How Dear to Me the Hour.

It was an evening bright and still
As ever blush'd on wave or bower,
Smiling from heaven, as if nought ill
Could happen in so sweet an hour.

Moore: Loves of Angels.

The west is broken into bars

Of orange, gold, and gray;

Gone is the sun, come are the stars,

And night infolds the day.

George Macdonald: Songs of the Summer Nights.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.

Shakespeare: Henry V.

Farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear!
Farewell remorse! all good to me is lost.
Evil, be thou my good; by thee at least
Divided empire with heaven's king I hold.

Milton: Paradise Lost.

But evil is wrought by want of thought
As well as want of heart.

Hood: Lady's Dream.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed,
And feeds the green earth with its swift decay,
Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.
Lowell: Prometheus.

Exile; see Farewell.

Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them

soon:

The world was all before them, where to choose

Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

Milton: Paradise Lost.

When I think of my own native land,
In a moment I seem to be there;
But alas! recollection at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair.

Home, kindred, friends, and country-these
Are things with which we never part;
From clime to clime, o'er land and seas,
We bear them with us in our heart:
And yet! 'tis hard to feel resign'd,
When they must all be left behind!

Experience.

Cowper.

Montgomery: Farewell to a Missionary.

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
And ask them what report they bore to heaven;

And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Their answers form what men experience call;
If wisdom's friend, her best; if not, worst foe.

Young: Night Thoughts.

To wilful men,

The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their school-masters.

Shakespeare: King Lear.

Experience is by industry achieved,

And perfected by the swift course of time. Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona.

Some positive, persisting fools we know,
Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so;
But you with pleasure own your errors past,
And make each day a critic on the last.

Pope: Essay on Criticism.

Experience, join'd with common sense,

To mortals is a providence.

Matthew Green: Spleen.

Men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.

Tennyson: In Memoriam.

To Truth's house there is a single door,

Which is Experience. He teaches best,

Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast,
And knows their strength or weakness through his

own.

Bayard Taylor: Temptation of Hassan Ben Khaled.

Faith; see Religion, Deity, and Immortality.

Confidence is conqueror of men; victorious both over them and in them;

The iron will of one stout heart shall make a thousand quail:

A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn the tide of battle,

And rally to a nobler strife the giants that had fled: The tenderest child, unconscious of a fear, will shame the man to danger,

And when he dared it, danger died, and faith had vanquished fear.

Tupper: Proverbial Philosophy.

Faith is the subtle chain

That binds us to the Infinite: the voice

Of a deep life within.

Elizabeth Oakes Smith: Faith.

Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death,
To break the shock blind nature cannot shun.

Young: Night Thoughts.

The great world's altar-stairs,

That slope thro' darkness up to God.

Tennyson: In Memoriam.

Whose faith has centre everywhere,
Nor cares to fix itself to form.

Tennyson: In Memoriam.

Fame; see Applause and Power.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

Shakespeare: Titus Andronicus.