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PREACHING. Judge not the preacher, for he is thy judge, If thou mistake him thou conceiv'st him not: God calleth preaching folly. Do not grudge To pick out treasures from an earthen pot; The worst speak something good. If all want sense God takes a text and preacheth patience. He that gets patience and the blessing which Preachers conclude with, hath not lost his pains.
“Herbert. The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd, Nor to rebuke the rich offender fear'd; His preaching much, but more his practice wrought A living sermon of the truths he taught. Dryden.
At church with meek and unaffected grace,
Do seek most precious things to make your gain, And both the Indies of their treasures spoil,
What needeth you to seek so far in vain? For lo! my love doth in herself contain
All this world's riches, that may far be found. If_sapphires, lo! her eyes be sapphires plain;
If rubies, lo! her lips be rubies round;
If ivory, her forehead ivory ween;
If silver, her fair hands are silver sheen;
I never saw Such precious deeds in one that promised nought But beggary and poor luck.
PREFERMENT. PRELTDE. PREROGATIVE.
All preferment That springs from sin and lust, shoots quickly up, As gardeners' crops do in the rottenest ground.
Middleton. When knaves come to preferment, they rise as Gallows are raised in the low countries, one Upon another's shoulders.
EITHER songster, holding out their throats,
How could communities, The primogeniture and due of birth, Prerogative of age, sceptres, and crowns, But by degree stand in authentic place.—Shakspere.
For freedom still maintained alone, Freedom, an English subject's sole prerogative, Accept our pious praise.
Dryden. Let him maintain his power, but not increase it; The strong prerogative when strained too high, Cracks like the tortured chord of harmony, And spoils the concert between king and subject.
PRESCIENCE. FREEDOM was first bestowed on human race, And prescience only held the second place.-Dryden. Before Thy prescience, Power Divine! What is this idle sense of mine? What all the learning of the schools? What sages, priests, and pedants? fools! The world is Thine, from Thee it rose, By Thee it ebbs, by Thee it flows. Hence, worldly lore! By whom is wisdom shown? The Eternal knows, knows all, and he alone.
From the Persian of Omar Khiam.
Milton. I do not doubt his love, but I could wish His presence might confirm it: when I see A fire well fed, shoot up its wanton flame, And dart itself into the face of heaven, I grant that fire, without a fresh supply, May for a while be still a fire; but yet How doth its lustre languish, and itself Grow dark, if it too long want the embrace Of its loved pyle! how straight it buried lies In its own ruins!
Robert Mead. Yes, Thou art ever present, Power Divine! Not circumscrib'd by time, nor fix'd to space, Confin'd to altars, nor to temples bound. In wealth, in want, in freedom, or in chains, In dungeons, or on thrones, the faithful find Thee.
The next, should heav'n allow,
So all our life is but one instant now.
The moments past, if thou art wise, retrieve,
Time that is past thou never canst recall;
Nature does require
When wildly swerveth
Blackie, from Æschylus.
Press on! for it is Godlike to unloose
N. P. Willis.
But mightiest of the mighty means,
The second Ark we bring:
What can they less?