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POSSESSION. POSTERITY. POTENTATES.
Into the which we come by war.
Beware what spirit rages in your breast,
For things their kind would everlasting make,
The fruit whereof another age shall take.-Davies.
Daughter of time, sincere posterity, _Always new-born, yet no man knows thy birth, The arbitress of pure sincerity,
Yet changeable (like Proteus) on the earth,
Sometime in plenty, sometime join'd with dearth.
Truth's idioms of the things are past,
And more injurious at the first than last,
Preserving others while their own do waste:
From England's Parnassus.
POTENTATES. Kings and mightiest potentates must die.—Shakspere.
Each potentate as wary fear, or strength,
POVERTY. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; But riches endless are as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.--Shakspere.
To mortal man great loads allotted be,
Be honest poverty thy boasted wealth;
Fenton. Many a Prince is worse, Who, proud of pedigree, is poor of purse. Pope. O, the poor, Are the poor's almoners, else would die crowds That none know how they live, how life in them Still feebly Jurks from morn to ghastly eve, From eve to haggard morn.
God help the poor, who in lone valleys dwell,
Still she spake on, and still she spake of power,
Tennyson. Love may die and hatred slumber,
And their mem'ry will decay,
Of the drought of yesterday.
What shall give repose again?
W. E. Aytoun. Were half the power that fills the world with terror,
Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error,
There were no need of arsenals nor forts.
And every nation that should lift again
Longfellow. They tell thee in their dreaming school
Of power from old dominion hurled, When rich and poor with juster rule,
Shall share the altered world.
This subject hath but fooled the hour;
Or strive in virtue others to excel,
Due praise, that is the spur of doing well?
Spenser. They praise and they admire they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other: And what delight to be by such extoll’d, To live upon their tongues, and be their talk, Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise?
Milton. The noisy praise Of giddy crowds is changeable as winds; Still vehement, and still without a cause; Servant to change, and blowing in the tide Of swoln success; but veering with the ebb, It leaves the channel dry.
Dryden. The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns, more or less, and glows in every heart; The proud, to gain it, toils on toils endure, The modest shun it, but to make it sure. Young.
For praise that's due, does give no more
PRAYER. WE, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so we find profit By losing of our prayers.
Shakspere. Heaven is the magazine wherein God puts Both good and evil; prayer's the key that shuts And opens this great treasure; 't is a key Whose words are Faith, and Hope, and Charity. Would'st thou prevent a judgment due to sin? Turn but the key, and thou may’st lock it in. Or would'st thou have a blessing fall upon thee? Open the door and it will shower on thee.
Quarles. And if by prayer Incessant, I could hope to change the will Of Him who all things can, I would not cease To weary him with my assiduous cries. Milton. I was not born for courts or state affairs; I pay my debts, believe, and say my prayers.
That work which is begun well, is half done,
Fawnshaw, from the Italian of Guarini.
N. P. Willis.
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,