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The laborer is worthy of his reward.

1 Tim.

Drink no longer water, but use a little wit

thy stomach's sake.

l Tim.

For the love of money is the root of all ev

1 Tim. v

Science falsely so called.

1 Tim. vi.

I have fought a good fight, I have finished course, I have kept the faith.

2 Tim. iv.

Unto the pure, all things are pure.

Titus i. 1

Now faith is the substance of things hoped fo

the evidence of things not seen.

Heb. xi.

Of whom the world was not worthy. Heb. xi. 38

A cloud of witnesses.

Heb. xii. 1.

For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.

Heb. xii. 6.

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Heb. xiii. 2.

Blessed is the man that endureth temptation; for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life.

James i. 12.

Behold, how great a matter a little fire kin

dleth!

James iii. 5.

Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

James iv. 7.

Charity shall cover the multitude of sins.

1 Peter iv. 8.

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary, the Devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour. 1 Peter v. 8.

But the day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night. 2 Peter iii. 10.

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.

Be thou faithful unto death.

1 John iv. 18.

Rev. ii. 10.

He shall rule them with a rod of iron.

Rev. ii. 27.

I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the

end, the first and the last.

Rev. xxii. 13.

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BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER.

BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER.

We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.

The iron entered into his soul.

Morning Prayer.

Ps. cv. 18.

Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.
Collect for the Second Sunday in Advent.

In the midst of life we are in death.*

The Burial Service.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Ibid.

And though he promise to his loss,
He makes his promise good.

Tate And Brady. — Ps. xv. 5.

*This is derived from a Latin Antiphon, said to have been composed by Notker, a monk of St. Gall, in 911, while watching some workmen building a bridge at Martinsbrücke, in peril of their lives. It forms the ground-work of Luther's Antiphon De Morte.

EDMUND SPENSER. 1553-1559.

FAERIE QUEENE.

The noblest mind the best contentment has.

Book i. Canto i. St. 35.

Her angels face,

As the great eye of heaven, shined bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Book i. Canto iii. St. 4.

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

Book i. Canto viii. St. 40.

That darksome cave they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

Book i. Canto ix. St. 35.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd,
No arborett with painted blossoms drest
And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd
To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al
Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12.

arownd.

Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,
And her conception of the joyous prime.

Book iii. Canto vi. St. 3.

Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32.

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled.

What more felicitie can fall to creature

Than to enjoy delight with libertie,

And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,

To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,

To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature. The Fate of the Butterfly. Line 209.

I was promised on a time

To have reason for my rhyme;

From that time unto this season,

I received nor rhyme nor reason.*

*

Lines on his promised Pension.

For of the soul the body form doth take,
For soul is form, and doth the body make.

Hymn in Honor of Beauty. Line 132.

A sweet attractive kinde of grace,
A full assurance given by lookes,
Continual! comfort in a face

The lineaments of gospel-books.

Elegiac on a Friend's Passion for his Astrophell.✝
Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,
What hell it is in suing long to bide;

To loose good dayes that might be better spent,
To wast long nights in pensive discontent;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.

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To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires; To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.

Mother Hubberd's Tale. Line 895.

✴ See Proverbs, page 409.

✝ Todd has shown that this poem was written by Mathew Roydon.

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