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588. CONTENTMENT : brings happiness.
Who never melts or thaws
The sun to others writeth laws,
Who when he is to treat
Whom others' faults do not defeat;
Whom nothing can procure,
This is the marksman, safe and sure, Who still is right, and prays to be so still.
George Herbert. When all things have their trial, you shall find Nothing is constant but a virtuous mind.
Shirley. 585. CONTEMPLATION. Votary of He sat within a silent cave, apart
From men, upon a chair of diamond stone ;
Words he had not, companions he had none,
Which evermore within his hand he held ;
And the dim curtain rose which had conceal'd
There, pictured in its solemn pomp, it lay,
Men of all nations, on their heavenly way.
He that holds fast the golden mean,
The little and the great,
Embittering all his state.-Cowper.
Obtains a richer prize
Of treasure in the skies ?–Mrs Sigourney.
589. CONTENTMENT: characteristic of the
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
All great souls still make their own content ;
Dryden. 590. CONTENTMENT : comes from within.
586. CONTENTMENT : a Christian duty. BE still, my soul, Jehovah loveth thee ;
Fret not, nor murmur at thy weary lot ; Though dark and lone thy journey seems to be,
Be sure that thou art ne'er by Him forgot. He ever loves; then trust Him, trust Him still; Let all thy care be this--the doing of His will ; Canst thou not trust His rich and bounteous hand, Who feeds all living things on sea and land ?
Be thou content.
Cellars and granaries in vain we fill
With all the bounteous summer's store,
The poor rich man's emphatically poor.
Cowley.. Yet oft we see that some in humble state
Are cheerful, pleasant, happy, and content : When those indeed that are of higher state, With vain additions do their thoughts torment.
587. CONTENTMENT: a crown.
CONTENTMENT, rosy, dimpled maid,
Thou brightest daughter of the sky,
And from the gilded palace fly?
I've mark'd thee in the milkmaid's smile; I've heard thee loudly laugh and speak
Amid the sons of want and toil ; Yet in the circles of the great,
Where fortune's gifts are all combined,
My crown is in my heart, not on my head;
I've sought thee early, sought thee late,
Enough I reckon wealth : a mean the surest lot, And ne'er thy lovely form could find.
That lies too high for base contempt, too low for Since then from wealth and pomp you flee,
envy's shot. I ask but competence and thee!
My wishes are but few, all easy to fulfil,
I have no hopes but one, which is of heavenly reign; And wholly bright to view,
Effects attain'd, or not desired, all lower hopes If one small speck of dark appear
refrain. In their great heaven of blue ;
I feel no care of coin, well-doing is my wealth, And some with thankful love are fill'd,
My mind to me an empire is, while grace affordeth
594. CONTENTMENT. Growth of
O YEARS gone down into the past !
What pleasant memories come to me
Of your untroubled days of peace,
And hours of almost ecstasy!
Yet would I have no moon stand still,
Where life's most pleasant valleys lie;
Nor wheel the planet of the day
Rack on his pathway through the sky. 591. CONTENTMENT. Contrast of
For though, when youthful pleasures died,
My youth itself went with them, too; Ten poor men sleep in peace on one straw heap, as
To-day, ay ! ev'n this very hour, Saadi sings,
Is the best hour I ever knew. But the immensest empire is too narrow for two kings.-Oriental.
Not that my Father gives to me
More blessings than in days gone by, 592. CONTENTMENT. Cultivating
Dropping in my uplifted hands
All things for which I blindly cry ;
But that His plans and purposes
Have grown to me less strange and dim; Worth, sooner than wealth, makes the happier
And where I cannot understand, man.
I trust the issues unto Him. Is it wise to be anxious for pleasures afar,
And spite of many broken dreams, And the pleasures around us to slight or decry?
This have I truly learn'd to sayAsking Night for the sun,-asking Day for the star ? |
Prayers which I thought unanswer'd once Let us conquer such faults, or at least let us try.
Were answer'd in God's own best way. If the soil of a garden be worthy our care,
And though some hopes I cherish'd once, Its culture delightful, though ever so small ;
Perish'd untimely in their birth, Oh then let the heart the same diligence share,
Yet have I been beloved and blest
1 them all
595. CONTENTMENT : its power. As long as love, friendship, and truth are life's own, There is a jewel which no Indian mine can buy, All hearts may be happy, if all hearts will try! No chemic art can counterfeit;
Charles Swain. It makes men rich in greatest poverty, 593. CONTENTMENT : gained.
Makes water wine, turns wooden cups to gold,
The homely whistle to sweet music's strain : My conscience is my crown, contented thoughts my Seldom it comes, to few from heaven sent, rest,
That much in little—all in nought-content. My heart is happy in itself, my bliss is in my breast.
Contentment gives a crown,
599. CONTENTMENT : widely diffused. Where fortune hath denied it. ---Ford.
WHATE'ER the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf, Unfit for greatness, I her snares defy,
Not one will change his neighbour with himself. And look on riches with untainted eye :
The learn'd is happy nature to explore, To others let the glitt'ring baubles fall;
The fool is happy that he knows no more ; Content shall place me far above them all. The rich is happy in the plenty given,
Churchill. The poor contents him with the care of Heaven. 596. CONTENTMENT. Nobility of
See the blind beggar dance, the cripple sing,
The sot a hero, lunatic a king,
The starving chemist in his golden views
Supremely bless'd, the poet in his muse. - Pope.
600. CONTRIBUTION-BOX. The How seldom is our good enjoy'd,
Two spiders, so the story goes,
Upon a living bent,
Enter'd the meeting-house one day,
And hopefully were heard to say,
“Here we shall have at least fair play, True wisdom well may bear :
With nothing to prevent.' 'Tis nobly great to dare to be
Each chose his place and went to work,
The light webs grew apace ;
One on the sofa spun his thread, 597. CONTENTMENT. Profession of
But shortly came the sexton dread,
And swept him off, and so, half-dead,
He sought another place.
*I'll try the pulpit next,' said he,
“There surely is a prize ;
The desk appears so neat and clean, I rest so pleased with what I have,
I'm sure no spider there has been ; I wish no more, no more I crave.
Besides, how often have I seen
The pastor brushing Alies!'
He tried the pulpit, but alas !
His hopes proved visionary ;
With dusting-brush the sexton came,
And spoilt his geometric game, Enough's a feast, content is crown'd.
Nor gave him time nor space to claim
The right of sanctuary.
At length, half-starved and weak and lean, I prize, I praise a mean estate
He sought his former neighbour,
Who now had grown so sleek and round, This, this is all my choice, my cheer
He weigh'd the fraction of a pound,
And look'd as if the art he'd found
Of living without labour.
Endured such thumps and knocks, LIFE's but a short chase ; our game-content,
While you have grown so very gross ?' Which most pursued, is most compellid to fly; 'Tis plain,' he answer'd, 'not a loss And he that mounts him on the swiftest hope,
I've met since first I spun across Shall soonest run his courser to a stand;
The contribution-box.'- Alice Clark. While the poor peasant from some distant hill,
601. CONTRITION. Late Undanger'd and at ease, views all the sport, And sees content take shelter in his cottage. If. gracious God, in life's green, ardent year,
Cibber. i A thousand times Thy patient love I tried ;
Discourse may want an animated 'No!'
With reckless heart, with conscience hard and sere,
Thy gifts perverted and Thy power defied; Oh grant me, now that wintry snows appear
Around my brow, and youth's bright promise hide- || Grant me with reverential awe to hear
Thy holy voice, and in Thy word confide! Blot from my book of life its early stain !
Since days misspent will never more return, My future path do Thou in mercy trace ;
So cause my soul with pious zeal to burn, That all the trust which in Thy name I place, Frail as I am, may not prove wholly vain.
Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse,
602. CONTRITION. Power of
But, light and airy, stood on the alert,
And shone in the best part of dialogue :
And list'ning to the topics most in vogue ;
And smiling but in secret-cunning rogue ! He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer : In short, there never was a better hearer. - Byron.
Nor did we fail to see within ourselves
603. CONTROVERSY : leads to conflict. SOME day the live coal behind the thought,
Whether from Baal's stone obscene,
Or from the shrine serene
Learns with what deadly purpose it was fraught,
And, helpless in the fiery passion caught, Shakes all the pillar'd state with shock of men:
Some day the soft Ideal that we woo'd
Confronts us fiercely foe-beset, pursued,
And not myself was loved ? Prove now thy truth ;
I claim of thee the promise of thy youth;
605. CONVERSION : needed.
I NEED a cleansing change within :
606. CONVERT. Happiness of the
Oh how happy are they
Who the Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasure above !
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love.
Stilling fleet. 'Tis remarkable, that they Talk most who have the least to say.-Prior.
That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favour divine I received through the blood of the Lamb ;
When my heart first believed,
What a joy I received
Oh, the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Of my Saviour possess'd,
I was perfectly blest, As if fill'd with the fulness of God. --C. Wesley.
Be silent always when you doubt your sense ;
607. CONVICTION : resisted.
In the silent midnight watches,
List, -thy bosom door !
Knocketh evermore !
'Tis thy heart of sin:
Rise, and let Me in !
To the hall and hut :
Where the door is shut ?
But thy door is fast !
Death breaks in at last.
Christ to let thee in;
Wailing for thy sin.
Hast thou then forgot ?
A. Cleveland Coxe,
Plain husbandmen, though far below our pitch
Shakespeare. Dear solitary groves, where peace does dwell ! Sweet harbours of pure love and innocence ! How willingly could I for ever stay Beneath the shade of your embracing greens, List’ning to the harmony of warbling birds, Tuned with the gentle murmur of the streams.
Rochester. How rich in humble poverty is he Who leads a quiet country life; Discharged of business, void of strife !--Dryden. Here too dwells simple truth ; plain innocence; Unsullied beauty; sound unbroken youth, Patient of labour, with a little pleased ; Health ever blooming ; unambitious toil ; Calm contemplation ; and poetic ease. -Thomson.
608. CONVICTION. Strife in
Ariosto. 609. CORRUPTION. Basest The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die ; But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves its dignity; For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
Shakespeare. 510. COUNTRY LIFE.
O knew he but his happiness, of men
God made the country, and man made the town; What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts That can alone make sweet the bitter draught That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Cowper. The statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade, Pants for the refuge of some rural shade, Where, all his long anxieties forgot i Amidst the charms of a sequester'd spot,
NONE can describe the sweets of country life,