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DCCCXXXIV.

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With common voice we Reason call.

DCCCXXXV.

Churchill.

How long must women wish in vain
A constant Love to find?
No art can fickle man retain,
Or fix a roving mind.
Yet fondly we ourselves deceive
And empty hopes pursue;
Though false to others, we believe
They will to us prove true.

DCCCXXXVI.

Shadwell.

It might well seem strange, if any man should write a book, to prove, that an egg is not an elephant, and that a musket-bullet is not a pike: it is every whit as hard a case, to be put to maintain, by a long discourse, that what we see, and handle, and taste to be bread, is bread, and not the body of a man; and what we see and taste to be wine, is wine, and not blood: and if this evidence may not pass for sufficient, without any farther proof, I do not see why any man, that hath confidence enough to do so, may not deny any thing to be what all the world sees it is; or affirm any thing to be what all the world sees it is not: and this without all possibility of being farther confuted. So that the business of Transubstantiation is not a controversy of scripture against scripture, or of reason against reason, but of downright impudence against the plain meaning of scripture, and all the sense and reason of mankind. - Tillotson.

DCCCXXXVII.

Spirit alone is too powerful for use. It will produce

madness rather than merriment; and instead of quenching thirst will inflame the blood. Thus Wit, too copiously poured out, agitates the hearer with emotions rather violent than pleasing: every one shrinks from the force of its oppression: the company sits entranced and overpowered; all are astonished, but nobody is pleased. Johnson.

DCCCXXXVIII.

Life makes the soul dependent on the dust;
Death gives her wings to mount above the spheres.
Through chinks, styl'd organs, dim life peeps at light;
Death bursts th' involving cloud, and all is day;
All eye, all ear, the disembody'd power.
Death has feign'd evils, nature shall not feel;
Life, ills substantial, wisdom cannot shun.
Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven!
By tyrant life dethron'd, imprison'd, pain'd?
By death enlarg'd ennobled, deify'd?
Death but intombs the body; life the soul.

DCCCXXΧΙΧ.

Young.

Oh! just and mighty Death! What none have dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world have flattered, thou alone hast cast out of the world, and despised, thou hast drawn together all the far-fetched greatness, all the cruelty and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet.-Sir W. Raleigh-on the Monuments of Princes.

DCCCXL.

(Adam to Eve.) Sole partner, and sole part of all these

joys,

Dearer thyself than all: needs must the Power
That made us, and for us this ample world,

Be infinitely good, and of his good

As liberal and free as infinite;

That rais'd us from the dust, and placed us here

In all this happiness, who at his hand

Have nothing merited, nor can perform

Aught whereof he hath need, he who requires

From us no other service than to keep.

This one, this easy charge, of all the trees
In Paradise that bear delicious fruit
So various, not to taste that only tree

Of Knowledge, planted by the tree of Life;
So near grows death to life, whate'er death is,
Some dreadful thing, no doubt; for well thou know'st
God hath pronounc'd it death to taste that tree,
The only sign of our obedience left
Among so many signs of power and rule
Conferred upon us, and dominion given
Over all other creatures that possess
Earth, air, and sea. Then let us not think hard
One easy prohibition, who enjoy

Free leave so large to all things else, and choice
Unlimited of manifold delights:
But let us ever praise him, and extol
His bounty, following our delightful task
To prune these growing plants; and tend these flowers,
Which were it toilsome, yet with thee were sweet.

DCCCXLI.

Milton.

There is a kind of sympathy in souls, that fits them for each other; and we may be assured when we see two persons engaged in the warmths of a mutual affection, that there are certain qualities in both their minds which bear a resemblance to one another. A generous and constant passion in an agreeable lover, where there is not too great a disparity in other circumstances, is the greatest blessing that can befal the person beloved, and if overlooked in one, may perhaps never be found in another.

Steele.

DCCCXLII.

A Rich Man, what is he? Has he a frame
Distinct from others? Or a better name?

Has he more legs, more arms, more eyes, more brains?
Has he less care, less crosses, or less pains?
Can riches keep the mortal wretch from death?
Or can new treasures purchase a new breath?