Good name, in man or woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something,

nothing;

'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name,

Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed!

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.

Trifles, light as air,

Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong
As proofs of holy writ.

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He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.

COWLEY.

BE satisfied and pleased with what thou art;
Act cheerfully and well th' allotted part;
Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past,
And neither fear nor wish th' approaches of the last.

MILTON.

PARADISE LOST.

NEEDS must the Power

That made us, and for us this happy world,
Be infinitely good; and of His good
As liberal and free as infinite.

Knowledge is as food, and needs no less Her temp❜rance over appetite, to know In measure what the mind may well contain ; Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.

What will not ambition and revenge Descend to! Who aspires, must down as low As high he soar'd, obnoxious first or last To basest things. Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st, Live well; how long or short permit to Heav'n.

Reason in man, obscur'd, or not obey'd,
Immediately inordinate desires

And upstart passions catch the government
From reason, and to servitude reduce
Man 'till then free.

O goodness infinite, goodness immense !
That all this good of evil shall produce,
And evil turn to good; more wonderful
Than that which by creation first brought forth
Light out of darkness !

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And thou unblemished form of Chastity;

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Not harsh and crabbed as dull fools suppose,
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And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
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Any, but God alone, to value right
The good before him, but perverts best things
To worst abuse, or to their meanest use.

FROM POPE.

KNOW then thyself, presume not GOD to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

All reason's pleasures, all the joys of sense,
Lie in these words: health, peace, and competence.
But health consists with temperance alone,

And peace, fair Virtue! peace is all thy own;
The gifts of fortune good or bad may gain,
But these less taste them, as they worse obtain.

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What nothing earthly gives or can destroy,
The soul's calm sun-shine, and the heart-felt joy,
Is Virtue's prize.

Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake,
As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake;
The centre mov'd, a circle strait succeeds, a
Another still, and still another spreads;
Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace,
His country next, and next all human race;

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear,
A sigh the absent claims, the dead a tear.