From hateful time if prisons set us free. Not made for feeble man! who call aloud To drag you patient through the tedious length Base envy withers at another's joy, What made the man of envy what he was, And wish'd to climb; but felt his knees too weak: And stood below, unhappy, laying hands Upon the strong, ascending gloriously The steps of honour, bent to draw them back; In mists his breath had raised. Whene'er he heard, As oft he did, of joy and happiness, And great prosperity, and rising worth, Rolling its bitterness. His joy was woe: 1055. ENVY: concealed. COLD words that hide the envious thoughts. Willis. 1056. ENVY. Cure for CANST thou discern another's mind? 1057. ENVY: degrading. ENVY not greatness; for thou mak'st thereby 1058. ENVY: destructive. FOR everything contains within itself 1059. ENVY: disclaimed. I ENVY not their hap Whom favour doth advance; I take no pleasure in their pain That have less happy chance. To rise by others' fall I deem a losing gain; All states with others' ruin built, To ruin run amain.-Southwell. 1060. ENVY. None exempt from My heart laments that virtue cannot live Out of the teeth of emulation.-Shakespeare. For envy doth invade Works breathing to eternity, and cast Upon the fairest piece the greatest shade. 1064. EQUALITY. Claim of I CANNOT coldly pass him by, Stript, wounded, left by thieves half-dead; Nor see an infant Lazarus lie At rich men's gates, imploring bread. A frame as sensitive as mine, Endear to me my brother-worm. He was my equal at his birth, A naked, helpless, weeping child: And such are born to thrones on earth, On such hath every mother smiled. My equal he will be again, Down in that cold oblivious gloom, Where all the prostrate ranks of men Crowd, without fellowship, the tomb. My equal in the judgment-day, He shall stand up before the throne, When every veil is rent away, And good and evil only known. And is he not mine equal now? Am I less fall'n from God and truth, Though Wretch' be written on his brow, And leprosy consume his youth? Montgomery. Aleyn. 1065. EQUALITY. Human 1068. EQUANIMITY. WITH equal mind what happens let us bear; Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care.-Dryden. He laughs at all the vulgar cares and fears, At their vain triumphs, and their vainer tears; When Fortune flatter'd him, and when she frown'd. Your steady soul preserves her frame 1069. ERRING. Hope for the NAY, deem not thus,-no earth-born will To walk unswerving were divine! Truants from love, we dream of wrath; We still can see our Father's door!-Holmes. 1070. ERROR. Avoid You have already gone too far. 1071. ERROR. Flight of FOR look again on the past years; behold, How like the nightmare's dreams have flown away Horrible in forms of worship, that, of old, Held o'er the shuddering realms unquestion'd sway. See crimes, that fear'd not once the eye of day, Rooted from men, without a name or place: See nations blotted out from earth, to pay The forfeit of deep guilt; with glad embrace The fair disburden'd lands welcome a nobler race. Thus error's monstrous shapes from earth are driven; They fade, they fly - but Truth survives their flight; Earth has no shades to quench that beam of heaven; 1072. ERROR: flourishes in every soil. ERROR is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil; In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolish: For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth: Nor is any poison so deadly, that it serveth not some wholesome use: And the just man, enamour'd of the right, is blinded by the speciousness of wrong, And the prudent, perceiving an advantage, is content to overlook the harm. On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption : And if error cometh in like a flood, it mixeth with the streams of truth; And the adversary loveth to have it so, for thereby many are decoy'd.-Tupper. 1073. ERROR. Perversity of FIRST appetite enlists him, truth-sworn foe; 1074. ERROR. Progress of PLEASURE admitted in undue degree Enslaves the will,-nor leaves the judgment free. 'Tis not alone the grape's enticing juice Unnerves the moral powers, and mars their use; Ambition, avarice, and the lust of fame, And woman, lovely woman, does the same. The heart, surrender'd to the ruling power Of some ungovern'd passion every hour, Finds by degrees the truths that once bore sway, The breach, though small at first, soon opening wide, In rushes folly with a full-moon tide. As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, Cowper. 1075. ERROR. Proneness of man to SWIFTER than feather'd arrow in the wind, Than winged vessel on the yielding tide, Than river shooting down the mountain side, Than foot o'er champaign of the slender hind, To error's flowery vale, the headlong mind Is prone, without a curb, to fly aside; Neither by dangers of the path untried, Nor roughest road, nor highest Alp confined. But if the way of truth upon the right It follows, like slow worm, or bird unfledged, At every twig it checks, and stone, and rill. Great Guide! make strong my pinions for the flight! In that true course; be every other hedged, And lift and bring me to Thy holy hill! From the Italian of Tarsia. 1076. ERRORS: should be acknowledged. 1077. ETERNITY. Duration of ETERNITY! eternity! How long art thou, eternity! And yet to thee time hastes away, Like as the war-horse to the fray, Or swift as couriers homeward go, Or ship to port, or shaft from bow. Ponder, O man, eternity! Eternity! eternity! How long art thou, eternity! For even as in a perfect sphere End nor beginning can appear, Even so, eternity, in thee, Entrance nor exit can there be. Ponder, O man, eternity! Eternity! eternity! How long art thou, eternity! A circle infinite art thou, Eternity eternity! How long art thou, eternity As long as God is God, so long Endure the pains of hell and wrong, So long the joys of heaven remain : O lasting joy! O lasting pain! Ponder, O man, eternity!-Wulffer. 1078. ETERNITY: everlasting. Oh! who can strive Which hath no mensuration, but hath been For ever and for ever. Now, look on man Myriads of ages hence. Hath time elapsed? Is he not standing in the self-same place Where once he stood? The same eternity Hath gone before him, and is yet to come; His past is not of longer span than ours, Though myriads of ages intervened; For who can add to what has neither sum, Nor bound, nor source, nor estimate, nor end? Oh, who can compass the Almighty mind? Oh, who unlock the secrets of the High? Sublime as this, our reason stands confused, Foolish, and insignificant, and mean. Of finite beings to infinity? He might as well compress the universe Into the hollow compass of a gourd, Scoop'd out by human art; or bid the whale Drink up the sea it swims in !-Henry Kirke White. 1079. ETERNITY: feared. SURE there is none but fears a future state; 1080. ETERNITY. Hastening to And fain would be as swift of wing To flee to Him I love. The cords that bound my heart to earth My heart is with Him on His throne, 'May not an exile, Lord, desire A prisoner, to be free? A child, when far away, may long For home and kindred dear; 'I would, my Lord and Saviour, know I fain would strike my harp divine, There cast my crown of Righteousness, And sing what grace has done!' 1081. ETERNITY: incomprehensible. We strive with earthly imaginings to reach and understand The wondrous and the fearful things of an eternal land. We talk of amaranthine bowers and living groves of palm, Of starry crowns and fadeless flowers and skies for ever calm. We talk of wings and raiment white, and pillar'd thrones of gold, And cities built with jewels bright, far in the heavens, of old. Are these things more than fancy's play? are they, in very deed, The free soul's guerdon, far away, its everlasting meed? Or shall the spirit, in its flight beyond the stars sublime, See nothing but the radiance white of never-ending time? Shall things material change again, and wholly be forgot? And round us only God remain, a universe of thought? We know not well-we cannot know; our reason's glimmering light Can nothing but the darkness show of our surrounding night. But soon the doubt and toil and strife of earth shall all be done, And knowledge of our endless life be in a moment won.-Curry. |