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But so many books thou readest,
But so many schemes thou breedest,
But so many wishes feedest,

That thy poor head almost turns.
And (the world's so madly fangled,
Human things so fast entangled,)
Nature's wish must now be strangled

For that best which she discerns.
So it must be! yet while leading
A strain's life, while over-feeding,
Like the rest, his wit with reading,

No small profit that man earns,
Who through all he meets can steer him,
Can reject what cannot clear him,
Cling to what can truly cheer him!

Who each day more surely learns
That an impulse, from the distance
Of his deepest, best existence,
To the words ‘Hope, Light, Persistence,'
Strongly stirs and truly burns !

Matthew Arnold.
1124. EXCESS. Penalty of
VIOLENT fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes ;
With eager feeding, food doth choke the feeder ;
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

Shakespeare. 1125. EXCITEMENT. Caution against Don't catch the fidgets; you have found your place Just in the focus of a nervous race, Fretful to change, and rabid to discuss, Full of excitements, always in a fuss; Think of the patriarchs; then compare as men These lean-cheek'd maniacs of the tongue and pen! Run like a man, but don't be work'd to death ; And with new notions, - let me change the rule, Don't strike the iron till it's slightly cool.--Holmes.

By ceaseless action all that is subsists.
Constant rotation of the unwearied wheel
That Nature rides upon maintains her health,
Her beauty, her fertility. She dreads
An instant's pause, and lives but while she moves.
Its own revolvency upholds the world.
Winds from all quarters agitate the air,
And fit the limpid element for use,
Else noxious : oceans, rivers, lakes, and streams,
All feel the fresh'ning impulse, and are cleansed
By restless undulation : e'en the oak
Thrives indeed indignant, and to feel
The impression of the blast with proud disdain,
Frowning, as if in his unconscious arm
He held the thunder ; but the monarch owes
His firm stability to what he scorns-
More fix'd below, the more disturb'd above.
The law, by which all creatures else are bound,
Binds man, the lord of all. Himself derives
No mean advantage from a kindred cause,
From strenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease.
The sedentary stretch their lazy length
When custom bids, but no refreshment find,
For none they need; the languid eye, the cheek
Deserted of its bloom, the flaccid, shrunk,
And wither'd muscle, and the vapid soul,
Reproach their owner with that love of rest
To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves.
Not such the alert and active. Measure life
By its true worth, the comforts it affords,
And theirs alone seems worthy of the name,
Good health, and, its associate in the most,
Good temper; spirits prompt to undertake,
And not soon spent, though in an arduous task;
The powers of fancy and strong thought are theirs;
E'en age itself seems privileged in them,
With clear exemption from its own defects;
A sparkling eye beneath a wrinkled front
The veteran shows, and, gracing a grey beard
With youthful smiles, descends towards the grave
Sprightly, and old almost without decay. -Cowper.
1127. EXILE. Bitterness of
Home, kindred, friends, and country—these

Are ties with which we never part;
From clime to clime, o'er land and seas,

We bear them with us in our heart :
But, oh! 'tis hard to feel resign'd,
When these must all be left behind!

5. Montgomery. But doth the exile's heart serenely there

In sunshine dwell? Ah ! when was exile blest? When did bright scenes, clear heavens, or summer air Chase from his soul the fever of unrest.

Mrs Hemans.


WEARINESS Can snore upon the flint, when resty Sloth Finds the down pillow hard. --Shakespeare.

He does allot for every exercise
A sev'ral hour; for Sloth, the nurse of vices,
And rust of action, is a stranger to him.

The wise for cure on exercise depend :
God never made His work for man to mend.


1128. EXILE: impossible to the Christian. All countries are my Father's lands

Thy sun, Thy love, doth shine on all ; We may in all lift up pure hands,

And with acceptance on Thee call.

For Thou, O Christ, my Lord! art fatherland to me, My wealth and might and rest, my all I find in Thee.

Gregory of Nasianzen, tr. by Schaff.

1132. EXISTENCE. Animal

What if in prison I must dwell,

May I not there converse with Thee ? Save me from sin, Thy wrath, and hell,

Call me Thy child, and I am free.
No walls or bars can keep Thee out;

None can confine a holy soul;
The streets of heaven it walks about,
None can its liberty control.

Richard Baxter. 1129. EXILE. Influence of

THERE are a number of us creep
Into this world, to eat and sleep;
And know no reason why we're born,
But only to consume the corn,
Devour the cattle, fowl, and fish,
And leave behind an empty dish.
The crows and ravens do the same,
Unlucky birds of hateful name ;
Ravens or crows might fill their places,
And swallow corn and carcasses,
Then if their tombstone, when they die,
Be n't taught to flatter and to lie,
There's nothing better will be said
Than that 'they've eat up all their bread,
Drunk up their drink, and gone to bed.'— Watts.

AND they who before were strangers, Meeting in exile, became straightway as friends to

each other.—Longfellow.

1133. EXPECTATION. Disappointed

1130. EXILE. The first Some natural tears they dropt, 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 wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.--Milton.

The distant prospect always seem more fair,
And when attain'd, another still succeeds,
Far fairer than before,-yet compass'd round
With the same dangers, and the same dismay.
And we poor pilgrims in this dreary maze,
Still discontented, chase the fairy form
Of unsubstantial Happiness, to find,
When life itself is sinking in the strife,
'Tis but an airy bubble and a cheat.

Henry Kirke White,

1131. EXILE. The : his consolation.

1134. EXPECTATION. Influence of

So tedious is this day, As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes, And may not wear them. --Shakespeare.

My home in heaven alone to me remains :

The floods of faction o'er my country sweep; For my uncertain feet, the land retains

No resting-place, no friend to weep; No child to soothe the homeless poor forlorn ; I wander day by day with trembling limbs and torn. What lot awaits me? What my mortal doom?

Where shall this jaded body find its rest ? Shall this poor trembling fesh e'er find a tomb?

By whom shall these dim eges in death be blest? Will any watch? Will any pity me? Will they be Christian watchers ? Or shall sinners

see? Or shall no grave inclose this mortal frame,

When laid a heavy breathless corpse of clay?
Cast on the rock uncover'd and in shame,

Or toss'd in scorn to birds and beasts of prey ?
Or burnt to ashes, given to the air ?
Or thrown into the weedy deep to perish there?

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.---Pope.

1135. EXPECTATION. Promise of

OFT expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises : and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most sits.

Shakespare. 1136. EXPECTATION. Suspense of

Thy will be done, O Lord! That day shall spring,

When at Thy word this clay shall reappear! No death I dread but that which sin will bring ;

No fire or flood without Thy wrath I fear;

Oh how impatience gains upon the soul,

When the long-promised hour of joy draws near! How slow the tardy moments seem to roll !

What spectres rise of inconsistent fear!
To the fond doubting heart its hopes appear

Too brightly fair, too sweet to realize ;

But tamed at length by suffering, comprehends All seem but day-dreams of delight too dear! The tranquil happiness to which it tends, Strange hopes and fears in painful contest rise, Perceives the high-wrought bliss it aims to share, While the scarce-trusted bliss seems but to cheat the Demands a richer soil, a purer air ; eyes. - Mrs Tighe.

That 'tis not fitted, and would strangely grace

| The mean condition of our mortal race; 1137. EXPENDITURE. Rules for

And all we need, in this terrestrial spot,

Is calm contentment with the common lot.' Be thrifty, but not covetous: therefore give

Jane Taylor. Thy need, thine honour, and thy friend his due. Never was scraper brave man. Get to live ; | 1139. EXPERIENCE: gives authority.

Then live, and use it: else, it is not true That thou hast gotten. Surely use alone

I KNOW thy loyal heart, and prudent head;

| Upon whose hairs, time's child, experience, hangs Makes money not a contemptible stone.

A milk-white badge of wisdom ; and canst wield Never exceed thy income. Youth may make Thy tongue in senate, and thy hands in field. Even with the year: but age, if it will hit,

True Trojans. Shoots a bow short, and lessens still his stake, As the day lessens, and his life with it.

1140. EXPERIENCE: how it is gained. Thy children, kindred, friends upon thee call;

EXPERIENCE is by industry achieved, Before thy journey fairly part with all.– Herbert. And perfected by the swift course of time.

Shakespeare. 1138. EXPERIENCE. Discipline of

1141. EXPERIENCE. Learning from How false is found, as on in life we go,

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ! Our early estimate of bliss and woe!

And ask them what report they bore to heaven; Some sparkling joy attracts us, that we fain

And how they might have borne more welcome news. Would sell a precious birth-right to obtain.

Their answer forms what men experience call ; There all our hopes of happiness are placed ;

If wisdom's friend, her best ; if not, worst foe. Life looks without it like a joyless waste;

Young: No good is prized, no comfort sought beside ; Prayers, tears implore, and will not be denied.

1142. EXPERIENCE. Teachings of Heaven pitying hears the intemperate, rude appeal,

To wilful men, And suits its answer to our truest weal.

The injuries that they themselves procure, The self-sought idol, if at last bestow'd,

Must be their schoolmasters.-Shakespeare. Proves, what our wilfulness required, a goad; Ne'er but as needful chastisement, is given

Experience wounded is the school The wish thus forced, and torn, and storm'd from where man learns piercing wisdom, out of smart. Heaven:

Lord Brook. But if withheld in pity, from our prayer,

Oh teach him, while your lessons last, We rave, awhile, of torment and despair,

To judge the present by the past; Refuse each proffer'd comfort with disdain,

Remind him of each wish pursued, And slight the thousand blessings that remain.

How rich it glow'd with promised good; Meantime Heaven bears the grievous wrong, and Remind him of each wish enjoy'd, waits

How soon his hopes possession cloy'd !-Scott. In patient pity till the storm abates; Applies with gentlest hand the healing balm,

1143. EXPERIENCE. Usefulness of Or speaks the ruffled mind into a calm ; Deigning, perhaps, to show the mourner soon,

EXPERIENCE join'd with common sense, 'Twas special mercy that denied the boon.

To mortals is a providence.--Green.
Our blasted hopes, our aims and wishes cross'd,
Are worth the tears and agonies they cost ;

1144. EXTASY. When the poor mind, by fruitless efforts spent,

MELANCHOLY With food and raiment learns to be content.

Is not, as you conceive, an indisposition Bounding with youthful hope, the restless mind

Of body, but the mind's disease ; so extasy, Leaves that Divine monition far behind:

Fantastic dotage, madness, frenzy, rapture,

Of mere imagination, differ partly
From melancholy; which is briefly this:
A mere commotion of the mind, o'ercharged
With fear and sorrow ; first begat i'th' brain,
The seat of reason, and from thence, derived
As suddenly into the heart, the seat
Of our affection.-Ford.

Is no mean happiness to be seated
In the mean ; superfluity comes sooner
By white hairs, but competency lives longer.

'Tis in worldly accidents,
As in the world itself, where things most distant
Meet one another: Thus the east and west,
Upon the globe a mathematical point
Only divides: Thus happiness and misery,
And all extremes, are still contiguous.

Denham. 1148. EXTREMES: to be avoided.


The man who builds and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.--Young.

Mansions once Knew their own masters, and laborious hinds, That had survived the father, served the son. Now the legitimate and rightful lord Is but a transient guest, newly arrived, And soon to be supplanted. He that saw His patrimonial timber cast its leaf, Sells the last scantling, and transfers the price To some shrewd sharper ere it buds again. Estates are landscapes, gazed upon awhile, Then advertised and auctioneer'd away.-Cowper.

Avoid extremes, and shun the faults of such Who still are pleased too little, or too much.

Pope. 1149. EYES. The

Sounds which address the ear are lost and die
In one short hour; but that which strikes the eye
Lives long upon the mind; the faithful sight
Engraves the knowledge with a beam of light.


Those eyes, Soft and capacious as a cloudless sky, Whose azure depth their colour emulates, Must needs be conversant with upward looks: Prayer's voiceless service.-Wordsworth.

1146. EXTREMES. End of THESE violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die: like fire and powder, Which, as they meet, consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in its own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately, long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.-Shakespeare.

Those edges soonest turn that are most keen,
A sober moderation stands sure,
No violent extremes endure.- Aleyn.

1150. FACTION. SELDOM is faction's ire in haughty minds Extinguish'd but by death: it oft, like fire Suppress’d, breaks forth again, and blazes higher.

May. Avoid the politic, the factious fool, The busy, buzzing, talking, harden'd knave; The quaint smooth rogue, that sins against his reason, Calls saucy, loud sedition public zeal: And mutiny the dictates of his spirit.- Otway.

1151. FAILURE: deplored.

Let wealth come in by comely thrift,
And not by any sordid shift ;

'Tis haste

Makes waste; Extremes have still their fault. Who gripes too hard the dry and slipp'ry sand, Holds none at all, or little, in his hand.

Herrick. 1147. EXTREMES: meet. EXTREMES, though contrary, have the like effects; Extreme heat mortifies like extreme cold ; Extreme love breeds satiety, as well As extreme hatred ; and too violent rigoui Tempts chastity as much as too much license.

Chapman. They are as sick, that surfeit with too much, As they that starve with nothing; therefore it

It is so little, and so poorly done,
This work of mine, yet now the evening sun

Is low out in the west,
And I must give a truthful record in,
Of all I strove to gain, and fail'd to win,

Ere I may ask for rest.

I had so many dreams when first the light
Broke in the waiting east, and now 'tis night,

Still they are dreams unwrought;
I would have made them deeds, all strong and true,
But I grew tired, and the hours were few,

So they remain but thought.

So now through falling mists that cling and chill, Behold, the simple did sow, and hath reaped the And deepening, purple shadows, long and still,

right harvest of his folly, Groping my way, I come ;

And the world will be gladly accused, nor will reach Within sweet meadows where the bloom is dim,

out his finger to help ; I hear the labourers chant an evening hymn,

For why should this speculative dullard be a whirlBut, Lord, my lips are dumb !

pool to all around him ?

Go to, let him sink by himself; we knew what the For I have fail'd: my day is lost and spent,

end of it would be : Thy sorrowing look, reproachful, gives assent,

For the man hath missed his mark, and his fellows I know my shame at length.

look no farther.-M. F. Tupper.
Thy pardon, Lord ? My child, thy faith was meek,
Thy aim was good-thou in thyself wast weak.

1153. FAITH. A living and a dead
Daughter, I had the strength.'
Juliet C. Marsh. Not words alone it cost the Lord,

To purchase pardon for His own;
The time for toil has pass'd, and night has come-

Nor will a soul by grace restored
The last and saddest of the harvest eves;

Return the Saviour words alone.
Wom out with labour long and wearisome,
Drooping and faint, the reapers hasten home,

With golden bells, the priestly vest,
Each laden with his sheaves.

And rich pomegranates border'd round,

The need of holiness expressid,
Last of the labourers, Thy feet I gain,

And callid for fruit as well as sound.
Lord of the harvest ! and my spirit grieves
That I am burden'd, not so much with grain,

• Easy, indeed, it were to reach As with a heaviness of heart and brain :

A mansion in the courts above, Master, behold my sheaves !

If swelling words and fluent speech Few, light and worthless—yet their trifling weight

Might serve instead of faith and love. Through all my frame a weary aching leaves ; But none shall gain the blissful place, For long I struggled with my hopeless fate,

Or God's unclouded glory see, And stay'd and toil'd till it was dark and late

Who talks of free and sov'reign grace, Yet these are all my sheaves.

Unless that grace has made him free. Full well I know I have more tares than wheat,

Cowper, Brambles and flowers, dry stalks and wither'd 1154. FAITH: and good works. leaves;

A LIVELY faith will bear aloft the mind, Wherefore I blush and weep, as at Thy feet

And leave the luggage of good works behind. I kneel down reverently and repeat,

Dryden. • Master, behold my sheaves !!

1155. FAITH: and tradition. Yet do I gather strength and hope anew ;

Faith loves to lean on time's destroying arm, For well I know Thy patient love perceives

And age, like distance, lends a double charm.

0. W. Holmes. Not what I did but what I strove to doAnd though the full ripe ears be sadly few,

1156. FAITH. Basis of Thou wilt accept my sheaves. Elizabeth Akers. Faith, like an unsuspecting child

Serenely resting on its mother's arm, 1152. FAILURE. Scorn of

Reposing every care upon her God, ONCE more in the matter of wealth : if thou throw Sleeps on His bosom, and expects no harm. thine all on a chance,

Receives with joy the promises He makes, Men will come around thee, and wait and watch the

Nor questions of His purpose or His power ; turning of the wheel;

She does not doubting ask, 'Can this be so ?' And if, in the lottery of life, thou hast drawn a splen- 1

The Lord has said it, and there needs no more. did prize, What foresight hadst thou, and skill! yea, what | However deep be the mysterious word, enterprise and wisdom !

However dark, she disbelieves it not : But if it fall out against thee, and thou fail in thy | Where reason would examine, faith obeys, perilous endeavour,

| And 'It is written' answers every doubt.

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