« PreviousContinue »
208 GOOD TEMPER. VIRTUE. KNOWLEDGE AND WISDOM. — Cowper.
and Wisdom, far from being one, Have oft times no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom, in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, — a rude, unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which Wisdom builds, — Till smoothed, and squared, and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich! Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much, Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
GOOD TEMPER. — More.
Since trifles make the sum of human things,
VIRTUE. — Old English Poetry.
The sturdy rock, for all his strength,
The marble stone is pierced at length
The ox doth yield unto the yoke;
The steel obeyeth the hammer stroke.
Yea, man himself, unto whose will All things are bounden to obey,
But Virtue sits, triumphing still,
Though spiteful Death man's body kill,
By life or death, whatso betides,
The state of Virtue never slides.
CONSTANCY. — George Herbert.
Who is the honest man? He that doth still and strongly good pursue, To God, his neighbor, and himself, most true;
Whom neither force nor frowning can
Whose honesty is not
Who rides his sure and even trot,
Who, when great trials come,
All being brought into a sum,
His words, and works, and fashion, too,
Who never melts or thaws
The sun to others writeth laws
Who, when he is to treat With sick folks, women, those whom passions sway, Allows for that, and keeps his constant way;
Whom others' faults do not defeat, But, though men fail him, yet his part doth play.
Whom nothing can procure, When the wide world runs bias from his will, To writhe his limbs, and share, not mend, the ill.
This is the marksman, safe and sure, Who still is right and prays to be so still.
TIMES GO BY TURNS. — Southwell, bora in 1560.
The lopped tree in time may grow again,
The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow;
Not always fall of leaf, nor ever spring;
A chance may win that by mischance was lost;
That net that holds no great, takes little fish;
In some things all, in all things none, are crossed;
Few all they need, but none have all they wish.
Unmingled joys here to no man befall;
Who least, have some; who most, have never all.
TO SORROW. — Milnes.
Sister Sorrow! sit beside me,
Think not, Sorrow, that I hate thee, -
212 TO SORROW.
I will say that thou art bound
I will say thou givest scope
That thy shadow brings together
Softly takest thou the crown
Let the blossoms glitter there
If thou goest, sister Sorrow!
And, howe'er thou hid'st the name,