A FEW MORE. CHAUCER. 1328-1400. MAN OF LAW'S PROLOGUE. Loss of chattel may recover-ed be, From The Doctor's Tale. In her living maidens might-en read, JOHN HEYWOOD'S PROVERBS. 1546. Follow pleasure, and then will pleasure flee; Flee pleasure, and pleasure will follow thee. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. Written the Night before his Execution, And found in his Bible in the Gatehouse at Westminster. Our youth, our joys, our all we have And from which grave and earth and dust, SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616. Hamlet, iv. 4. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Author to Seek. Quoted in RAY'S HISTORY OF THE REBELLION OF 1745-6. May turn and fight another day; GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667. From THE HALLELUJAH. XXVII. The voice which I did more esteem Those now by me, as they have been, Shall never more be heard or seen; But what I once enjoyed in them Shall seem hereafter as a dream. INSCRIPTION AT MELROSE ABBEY. The earth buildeth on the earth castles and towers; The earth sayeth to the earth, "All shall be ours; The earth walketh on the earth, glistering like gold; The earth goeth to the earth sooner than it wold. ABRAHAM COWLEY. 1618-1667. From LINES TO HOBBES. Nor can the snow, which now cold Age does shed Quench or allay the noble fires within; And all that youth can be, thou'rt yet, Enjoy the manhood and the bloom of Wit, And if we weigh, like thee, Nature and causes, we shall see That thus it needs must be. To things immortal Time can do no wrong, young. HOPE. Hope! of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure! . . The joys of Heaven and Earth divided be! . . B B BISHOP KEN. 1637-1711, MORNING HYMN. Awake, my soul, and with the sun Redeem thy mis-spent time that's past, Let all thy converse be sincere, Influenced by the Light Divine, Wake and lift up thyself, my heart, Glory to Thee, who safe hast kept, Lord I my vows to thee renew, . Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with Thyself my spirit fill. Direct, control, suggest, this day, That all my powers, with all their might, Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him, ye heavenly host above; Praise Him, my soul, for all his love. EVENING HYMN. Glory to Thee, my God, this night, Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, Teach me to live, that I may dread Oh may my soul on Thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close,Sleep that may me more vigorous make, To serve my God when I awake. . |