He, that can endure

To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place in story.

'Tis Slander,

Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue
Out-venoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world. Kings, Queens, and States,
Maids, Matrons; nay, the secrets of the grave,
This viperous Slander enters.

Against self-slaughter

There is a prohibition so divine,

That cravens my weak hand.

Our stomachs

Will make what's homely, savoury. Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when native sloth Finds the down pillow hard.

Are we not brothers ?-So man and man should be ; But clay and clay differs in dignity,

Whose dust is both alike.

Those that I reverence, those I fear;-the wise. At fools I laugh, not fear them.

Kneel not to me.

The power that I have on you, is to spare you;
The malice towards you, to forgive you.-Live,
And deal with others better.

In peace and honour rest you here, my sons;
Secure from worldly chances and mishaps!
Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells,
Here grow no inward grudges; here no storms;
In peace and honor rest you here, my sons!

Lose not a noble friend on vain suppose,
Nor with sour looks afflict a gentle heart.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!

Infirmity doth still neglect all office

Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind To suffer with the body.

When the mind's free

The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling else.
Filial ingratitude!

Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand,
For lifting food to it?

When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.

Bear free and patient thoughts.

Mine enemy's dog,

Tho' he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire.

Where I could not be honest,

I never yet was valiant.

There's nought so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.

Heaven and yourself

Had part in this fair maid; now Heaven hath all; Your part in her you could not keep from death, But Heaven keeps his part in eternal life.

"Tis sweet and commendable

To give these mourning duties to your father;
But, you must know, your father lost, a father,
That father his; and the survivor bound

In filial obligation, for some term`

To do obsequious sorrow.

But to persevere
In obstinate condolement, is a course
Which shows a will most incorrect to Heaven.

Foul deeds will rise,

Tho' all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes ;
Be wary then; best safety lies in fear.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar;
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd unfledg'd comrade.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice.
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.

To thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Murder, tho' it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

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Thus conscience does make cowards of us all.

Give me the man

That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of hearts.

May one be pardon'd and retain the offence?

Love doth on fortune tend,

And who not needs, shall never want a friend;
And who in want, a hollow friend doth try,
Directly seasons him his enemy.

In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by Justice;
And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself.
Buys out the law. But 'tis not so above:
There is no shuffling, there the action lies
In his true nature; and we ourselves compell'd
To give in evidence.

Try what repentance can.-What can it not?

Confess yourself to Heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; Use almost can change the stamp of nature.

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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below,
Words without thoughts never to Heaven go.

What is a man, If his chief good, and market of his time, Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more! Sure, He, that made us with such large discourse Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and god-like reason

To rust in us unused.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,

Rough-hew them how we will. That is most certain.

How poor are they that have not patience?

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

Knavery's plain face is never seen 'till used.
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article.

Good name, in man or woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;

'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed!

Poor and content is rich, add rich enough;
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

Trifles, light as air,

Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong
As proofs of holy writ.

COWLEY.

Be satisfied and pleased with what thou art;
Act cheerfully and well th' allotted part;
Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past,
And neither fear nor wish th' approaches of the last.

MILTON.

PARADISE LOST.

NEEDS must the Power

That made us, and for us this happy world,
Be infinitely good; and of His good
As liberal and free as infinite.

Knowledge is as food, and needs no less
Her temp❜rance over appetite, to know
In measure what the mind may well contain ;